My Only One

“Mack,” I hiss at him. That only gets me a bright smile. I guess I’m not the only one that wishes it was only the two of us. Mack wants out of here as quick as possible. I do too but only if the doctors okay it. Even then, I’m not sure I’ll ever let him out of my sight. I’ve gone from being annoyed at him always being around to terrified of him not being there.

Chapter 10

Mack

You’d think that a bullet in your side would put a damper on the whole erection thing but maybe normal gunshot victims don’t have someone looking like Dally as their nurse. Unwilling to let me stray more than an arm’s width away, my darling has taken it upon herself to organize my towel closet. This requires her to bend over and stretch high, separating her shirt from her waistband and revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. It’s not healthy for me to be watching her in my condition. My breath gets short, my heart starts racing and my dick gets hard.

The last one is the absolute worst because I can’t do anything about it. Doctor’s orders are no sex for two more weeks. I told her that kind of inactivity will kill me off faster than a bullet but she was unsympathetic. I should’ve asked for a male doctor. He would’ve understood. The point is that Dally wanted to have sex with me before I was shot and I can’t let that opportunity pass me by. I can’t allow that space to grow again. The wall is down and it needs to stay down.

“Darling,” I call.

She pushes the last of the towels away before facing me. “What is it?”

“Come over here.” I pat the side of the bed.

“No.”

“Why not?”

She presses her pretty lips together. “Because the last time I came near the bed, you dragged me on top of you and nearly had all my clothes off before I realized what was going on.”

I look down at my fingers with some pride. They are quick and talented. “It was an accident,” I lie. “My hands got caught in your shirt and in the process of trying to get untangled, your top came off. Whoops.”

“And it was an accident that your mouth was on my boob, too?”

I run my tongue along the inner side of my lower lip, remembering how good it felt when I was sucking on her tight nip. “Yeah. You were leaning forward trying to grab your shirt and your tit fell in between my lips. I feel bad about that.” Absolutely, fucking miserable that I didn’t get to suck on the other one before she came to her senses and hopped off.

“Mack, the doctor said—“

“Fuck that,” I interrupt. “Because they wear a white coat they think they know everything. Come on over and just sit on my face. I won’t move anything other than my tongue.”

Dally slams the door shut. “No and you’re making things worse for yourself and for me. I want you, too, but I also want you to heal, which you’re not going to do if you keep trying to drag me into bed with you.” She spins on her heel and disappears down the hallway.

I slam my head back against the pillows in frustration. Currently, the most painful part of my body is my throbbing, aching dick. I reach down and give myself a rough stroke while I try to think up some excuse that will get Dally to give me a little taste of her sweet pussy.

I know it’s going to be good. Just that one kiss in the hospital bed was enough to prove that we will be explosive together. I’m probably not going to last more than a hot second once I’m inside her cunt, but I’ve got good stamina. I’ll recover quick. And I plan to pay a lot of attention to her body before I start jacking into her. I’ve got plans upon plans. I want to know what it does to her heart when I lick the soft skin behind her ankle bone. Is she going to scream when I kiss her inner thighs? Is she sensitive in the space between her pretty shoulder blades? Does she like it when her clit’s being rubbed or nipped or both? How many fingers can I get inside her tight pussy? Two? Three? How hot is the grip of her cunt? What’s it going to feel like when her slick channel envelops my aching shaft?

My hand works harder, using the pre-cum to lube my grip.

“Mack!”

My eyes fly open to see Dally in the doorway, her eyes flicking from the hand I have wrapped around my cock to my eyes. “Darling?” I choke out.

“You’re supposed to be…” She trails off, her gaze returning to my cock.