“And what, he just dropped it?”
“No, not exactly. He was forced to give me a shot, though.”
“What now?”
He turned his head and looked at me with his good eye. It struck me all over, the deep green pool of it, but tainted by the bruise. On the one hand, he was beyond sexy, but on the other, he was covered in injuries. I wondered if I could come on to him without accidentally making him curl up in pain.
“Now, I heal up, and get ready to win my next fight.”
“What happens if you don’t?”
He shook his head. “I’m going to.”
I nuzzled his neck and smelled his sweat again. “I believe you.”
He laughed. “Down girl.”
“What?” I whispered in his ear, my hand running up his thigh. “I’m just trying to be your sexy nurse.”
“Not sure I’m physically well enough right now to play rough.”
“Who said anything about you doing work?”
He turned his head at me, a small grin on his face. I felt him through his gym shorts and slowly rubbed his length. I kissed his lips softly as I slowly worked him, and I felt him grow hard in my hand.
“Missed me, didn’t you?” he said.
“Yes,” I answered, as he grew harder.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“What do you want me to do?”
His devilish grin spread wider. “Stand up.”
I gaped at him, surprised by how forceful he sounded, then smiled. I stood up in front of him, feeling excited. He spread his legs and leaned back on the couch.
“Now strip.”
I stared at him for a second, but his grin didn’t leave his face, and I knew he was being serious. Something about his commanding tone made me want to obey, and I desperately wanted his body. I slowly pulled my shirt up over my head, and I caught his eyes rake hungrily along the length of my body. I smiled and turned my back to him as I slid my shorts slowly down my legs. He let out a small grunt as I stood back up, wearing only my bra and black thong. I unhooked the clasps on my bra and slid it off, covering my full breasts with my arms.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned, still covering myself. He looked at me hungrily, and I could see the outline of his hard rod through his shorts.
“Don’t be a tease,” he said.
“You like my teasing,” I answered. I put one finger in my mouth and slowly moved my arms, letting him get the full view of my erect, pink nipples.
“That’s better,” he grunted.
I moved toward him, and then dropped onto my knees in front of him.
“Is this what you want?” I asked.
“I haven’t been able to get this image out of my head,” he said.
I grinned, the thrill of his body running through me. I was soaking wet, but wanted to make him feel better more than I wanted to get off. Something about his broken body made me need to take care of him in every way possible. I reached forward and pulled his shorts down, followed by his tight black boxer briefs. My fingers ran over his muscled thighs, and his huge stiffness slid out from under the fabric of his clothes. I gaped at it for a second, having forgotten how thick it was. I reached forward and slowly stroked its length, and he grunted.
“I want to make you feel better,” I said.
“You’re doing a good job.”
I spit in my hand and rubbed the moisture over his length. I started to move my hand faster while his eyes were locked on my breasts, his breath ragged grunts of pleasure.
“Do you like this?” I asked.
He grunted his approval as I moved my body forward and slowly licked him root to tip. I tasted his salt and sweat and loved it, excitement brimming over. I slowly took his tip into my mouth and sucked it hard, running my tongue in circles around him. I heard him groan as I slid it further into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could, hungry and greedy for more, needing every inch.
I backed off and ran my other hand along his length as I sucked his tip and worked him with my tongue. He groaned and grunted his pleasure, and I sucked and moved faster. I needed him, and wished he weren’t so broken. I could see bruising on his lower, chiseled abs, and could only guess at how bad his ribs were. I gingerly touched the bruising with my free hand as I moved his cock from my mouth and stroked him.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Not anymore.”
I smiled and kissed the bruise. He grinned, and I moved back toward his cock, his whole length moist and rock hard. He wrapped his fingers behind my head and put a small amount of pressure as I slid his cock into my mouth again. I loved the control and power he exerted over me, loved that he pressed me down but not too hard. What followed wasn’t aggressive or cruel, but full of energy and passion. It was his excellent hands in my hair, the feeling of his body against mine, and his low, greedy grunts.