She looked at my expression, clearly able to see that I was now mentally fucking her. Her broad smile turned to a sexy grin, as she ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
What the hell was this girl doing to me?
“So, do you forgive me for today?” she asked, biting her lip. “For the water?”
I could see the glimmer in her eye as she said it, the thought of it still amusing her.
She had a package tucked behind her back. “Well, that depends. What have you got in your hand?”
She pulled it out from behind her back. “A peace offering. I thought it might give you something else to do while you’re here.”
There was that wicked glimmer in her eye again.
“Ahem.” Zac and Tyler were clearing their throats louder and louder the more I ignored them. I knew they wanted an introduction, but I didn’t want to share her. They were able to get up and walk out of here, maybe go to the bar she was obviously going out to, buy her a drink, and chat her up. Maybe even take her home. No, I didn’t want to share her with them because she was my little fantasy, not theirs.
The throat-clearing was getting ridiculously loud, until eventually Zac stood up.
“Hi, I’m Zac. I don’t think we’ve met before. In fact, I’m sure we haven’t. I certainly wouldn’t forget you.”
She turned and smiled at him. “Hi, I’m Toni, Harley’s nurse.”
Zac’s face was priceless. “So you’re the new nurse.” He looked down at me. “We’ve heard all about you.”
“Really?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked. “And what did he tell you?”
“So anyway,” I interjected quickly, “what’s in the package?”
“Open it and find out. It’s nothing, really. Just, I remembered you said you liked drawing, so …”
I couldn’t rip it open fast enough. I didn’t just like drawing, I lived for it, and I don’t think I’d realised how much I had missed it over the last couple of months until now. I was still looking down at the supplies she’d brought when she leaned over to fix my pillows, her perfume sending me into a tailspin as it surrounded me. It was intoxicating.
Looking up, I was met by her ample cleavage only a few inches from my face. The dress she was wearing was dangerously revealing, and as she bent over me, the edge of her red lace bra poked out around the low-cut neckline.
Out the corner of my eye I could see the guys watching her, their tongues virtually hanging out of their mouths.
“There. Does that feel better?”
Her voice was so low and seductive that it conjured up images of how many ways she could make me feel better. I dragged my eyes away from her tits to meet her gaze. She knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having on me, and she looked like she was thoroughly enjoying it.
I nodded slowly, trying to will my growing erection to go away. “Much better, thanks.”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Good. I want you to be comfortable.” She indicated to the supplies. “Are they okay? I didn’t know what to get, but the guy in the shop was really helpful.”
She sat down gracefully on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, the edge of her dress riding up until I could almost see her panties—if she was wearing any. Oh fuck, I shouldn’t have let my mind go there. I was getting harder just thinking about her sitting so close, on my bed, with her wet pussy only inches away.
“So am I forgiven for earlier?” She leaned over me, resting her hand on the bed over the other side of my body. One finger from her other hand traced down my chest to my stomach.
Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. All I wanted to do was throw her down and see for myself if she was wearing any panties under that dress.
I just nodded, failing dismally to will my hard-on to go away.
“Good. Because you know I would do anything to make your time here as enjoyable as possible.”
She gave me a cheeky wink, then leaned forward and kissed me softly on the forehead before standing.
“Well, I’d better go. Some of the girls and I are going across to Flannigans for a few drinks to celebrate me surviving my first day.” The corner of her mouth twitched up into a half-smile. “Apparently there’s a patient on the ward who’s a real asshole, but I didn’t meet him today. All the patients here were lovely.”
I couldn’t help chuckling. Yes, I had been an asshole to the nurses, but things were definitely looking up now that Nurse Toni was around.
“So, wish me luck,” she called over her shoulder.
“You won’t need luck. Looking like that, you’ll be able to pick up any guy in the bar,” I told her with a pang of jealousy.
She laughed. “I don’t mean luck in picking up. I won’t be going home with anyone. I meant just to find my way home. Those girls can drink like sailors.”
She gave Zac and Tyler a little wave, then the three of us watched in silence as she glided across the floor, and out the door.
“Holy fucking shit!” Tyler’s hands flew to his head and he jumped up and started pacing the floor. “That’s your fucking nurse?”
Grinning at him, I nodded. “Yep. That’s the nurse who gave me a sponge bath this afternoon.”
“Oh man, you have to shag her. You have to do it for all of us.”
“Yeah, take one for the team, buddy,” Zac said, laughing. “It’ll be tough, but you know, someone’s got to do it.”
I was laughing, but shaking my head. “I can’t. Look at me, I’m a fucking invalid.” I indicated to my legs, lying there like two logs of wood. “How can I do anything worthwhile like this?”
Zac was looking at me, eyes bugging out of his head. “Dude, haven’t you ever heard of the sympathy fuck? It’s perfect. Your legs may be broken, but your dick still works, right? So make her feel sorry for you and then get her to climb on top. You can just lay back while she rides you all the way.”
Tyler was nodding his head, agreeing with what Zac was describing. “She’s a hot little piece of ass, Harley. You can use and abuse, and then once you leave here you never have to see her again.”
I knew what they were saying, and the old Harley would have gone along with it. But it’s amazing how a near-death experience can change you. I didn’t want to “use and abuse”. I liked this girl, and maybe, just maybe, I would want to see her once I got out of here and back on my feet.
Visiting hours were over, and the nightshift nurse ushered the guys out. Once they’d left, I excitedly looked closer at the art supplies Toni had bought me.
Wanting to draw, but lacking inspiration in this little room, I closed my eyes and pictured the only thing I could think of: Toni.
I imagined her beautiful face, eyes shining, her full lips in that cheeky half-grin that made me smile. Her legs, and how long and shapely they were, and the suspenders she was wearing. I wanted to see more of her, all of her, what she was hiding under the uniform.
I’d been with a lot of girls and knew that everyone was different, but if I pulled the best of every naked girl together into one phenomenal hottie, that would be Toni.
So I let my imagination run wild, and drew how I thought Toni would look laying seductively on a bed. How her lips would look wrapped around my dick. Her face and tits if I were underneath her while she rode me.
God! I was so horny it was ridiculous. I couldn’t get images of Toni, in every obscene position I could conjure up, out of my mind. And as I imagined, I drew every single one of them.
Chapter 5
Toni
MY HEAD was pounding. The light coming in through the window hurt my eyes.
“I really need to stop drinking on work nights,” I mumbled to myself as I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and got dressed for work.
Casey came past to collect me on her way, full of beans as if she’d had eight hours sleep, instead of three. The only good thing about being out of bed was that I’d be seeing Harley in a few minutes. But even better, I would be working a double shift, so would be seeing him for the whol
e day and into the evening.
“What are you grinning at?” Casey asked as she watched my face.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Hmm, so what’s the plan? Are we going to tag-team him, or can you handle this on your own?” she asked, knowing exactly who I was thinking about.
“I’ve got it. I’ll just play it by ear.”
I really didn’t want to go in, guns blazing, and force myself on him, but if he were willing, then I had decided I wouldn’t resist. He would be out of hospital in a few weeks and then we could see where it would go after that, all perfectly above board.
Bustling into Harley’s room, I noticed the sketchpad sticking out from under his pillow, a recently-sharpened pencil on the bedside table. I smiled. He must have already been drawing. I was keen to see what he had drawn, and if it were any good.
“Good morning, sleepy-head,” I said, just loud enough to wake him, but not so loud as to give him a fright.
His eyes slowly opened and locked onto me. He quickly ran his hands through his messy hair, trying to tidy it up, then sat up and stretched. He’d taken his hospital gown off at some stage during the night and was just in his boxer shorts. Moving his head from side to side and rolling his shoulders, he tried to iron out the kinks in his glorious body.
“Is your back a bit sore?” I asked as I approached.
He rubbed his neck. “Just a bit. I don’t usually spend all night on my back. Guess I’m still not used to it.”
“I’ll see if there’s some oil or lubricant in the supply room. I can give you a rub on my break.”
Harley’s eyes lit up. “That would be awesome, thanks.”
He was studying me, running his eyes over me, and taking in every detail. “So, how did you go last night?” he asked, cocking his head to one side. “You must have made it home eventually, but were you alone?”
I chuckled. “Yes, I was alone. The girls may have me drinking more than usual, but I still draw the line at shagging random strangers. There needs to be a connection for me.”
“I didn’t think you would be like that, and I’m glad you’re not,” he told me with a relieved smile. “I met my ex when she was dancing topless on a bar, letting every guy in the place grope her tits and ass.” He chuckled. “That should have told me the type of chick she was, but at the time I was just happy to be one of the guys grabbing her.”
“And now?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.
He frowned for a moment before meeting my eyes. “And now I’d like something more. I’d like to find someone who I can build a relationship with, not just someone to fuck when I’m horny.”
My stomach did a somersault. Was he trying to give me a message, or just making conversation?
Maggie came rushing in, looking for me. “We need you in room seven, stat,” she said, before turning on her heels and leaving as quickly as she’d entered.
~*~*~*~
I sat outside on the bench seat under the shady tree as the sun was going down. It felt like the longest day of my life; we had revived the same patient three times and monitored him constantly, but Mr Richardson had gone into cardiac arrest one final time and passed away. My watch told me it was 8:45pm, but it felt like midnight. I was so exhausted.
I dragged myself off the bench and went back inside. I had one more hour to complete rounds and do some paperwork before I could go back to my room and crash.
I called past the supply room to look for some massage oil or lubricant, and finally found some in the box of bits and pieces that had been left behind by patients. Slipping it into my pocket, I went to see Harley to ask if he still wanted that neck rub.
His curtain was pulled slightly, just enough to block the view of his bed from the glass panel in the door. I could hear his breathing was erratic as I entered the room, and I hesitated, before deciding to poke my head around the curtain.
With eyes fixed on his sketchpad, he was jerking off like there was no tomorrow. His fist pumped ferociously up and down his huge shaft, running across the deep purple head over and over, every stroke eliciting a sharp exhalation of breath.
He must have seen movement out the corner of his eye. He inhaled as his eyes locked to mine, but his hand didn’t stop stimulating himself.
“Please, don’t tip cold water on me again,” he begged breathlessly, “I need to … I need to do this.”
Stepping around the bed slowly, I could finally see his sketchpad and what he was fixated on. It was a sketch of me, only it wasn’t really me, because I had never posed for him naked, legs spread so my pussy was on display.
His hand slowed as he tried to read my expression. I must have looked shocked to see the likeness in black and white.
“I had to use my imagination a little,” he said hesitantly.
I nodded. My mind was weary from the long day, and I couldn’t wrap my head around this image. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the massage oil I’d found. A large glug of strawberry-scented oil fell onto my fingers as I squeezed the bottle before closing the cap.
“Here, let me.”
Harley’s eyes widened as he moved his hand away, and watched as mine replaced it. He felt smooth and hot to touch, but mostly he just felt rock hard. As soon as my oiled hand slid down his thick shaft, he groaned, a small smile crossing his lips.
The basic movement took my mind off everything that had happened that day, my complete concentration on stroking Harley. As my hand started moving more quickly, Harley started lifting his hips in time, every downward thrust making him groan. I changed hands, placing my oily hand on his balls and massaging them at the same time. I didn’t think it was possible, but he was getting even harder as my hand slowly glided up over his smooth head and went firmly back down again.
“I want to see you,” he said hoarsely. He stretched out his hand and just managed to reach the hem of my uniform. Our eyes met for a moment while he waited for me to either pull away or give my consent, then he lifted my uniform until he could see the top of my stockings and suspenders.
Stepping closer, I angled my body around so my back was more towards him, and then bent forward shamelessly. He took that as an invitation to lift my uniform up over my ass, exposing my hardly-there lace panties. His fingers ran up my inner thigh, tickling the sensitive skin, then around the edge of my underwear.
I felt his hand glide over my ass and slowly back down between my thighs. Instinctively, I opened my legs wider for him, to give him better access. His fingers lightly grazed over my centre, before his hand, more firmly this time, ran back up over my ass and squeezed.
“It’s even better than I imagined,” he breathed, almost to himself. Then a little louder, “Your ass is perfect, Toni.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I grinned at his comment and he grinned back, giving my butt cheek a playful smack for good measure.
His hand slid back down. “Open up for me,” he instructed softly.
Lifting one knee up onto the bed, I reached down, pulling my panties over to one side and out of the way. His fingers brushed over my slit, spreading my lips open and making me tremble, feeling totally exposed. My heart was racing as I waited for his next touch. He paused, not touching me, the anticipation putting my every nerve ending on full alert. Then his palm swiped over me again and I moaned, melting into him.
“You are so beautiful, Toni. So fucking sexy.”
I closed my eyes, savouring his touch and his words as his hand rubbed back and forth, his fingers occasionally brushing over my clit. His pressure then increased as he concentrated on circling my sensitive clit before again lightly just brushing over me, and moving his hand away. Every touch felt unbelievable, and every time he stopped, my body tensed waiting for the next time he would stroke my delicate flesh. And every touch would heighten my arousal, making my efforts on his dick increase the more turned on I felt.
Finally, when I was nearly ready to explode from his teasing, one finger slipped inside me, making me gasp and taking my breath away.
> “Oh God, Toni, you’re so tight.”
His finger slid slowly in and out, in and out. “And you’re so wet, so wet for me,” he sighed.
I could feel his finger moving inside me, before he pulled out and used my juices to rub my clit.
My breath caught as he increased the pressure, every few seconds entering me again with one or two fingers before pulling back out.
The intensity was building fast as he circled his fingers around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing for a moment, my hand stilling around him.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he murmured.
I looked over my shoulder at him, his brown eyes dark and intense. “You don’t stop either,” I sighed.
He winked and gave me a cheeky grin. “Deal.”
My hand started moving more purposefully, running up and down the length of him as his fingers entered me, massaging my inner wall again. I pushed back against his hand, again and again, wanting him deeper. He leaned over, reaching his other hand between my thighs and finding my swollen clit. It felt so good, and I could feel myself moving closer to the edge.
I could tell he was close, too, his hard cock pulsating in my hand. He tensed his body and held his breath for a split second before his hot fluid came jetting out, landing on his abdomen. The sight of his release took me to my own ecstasy. My body tensed and clasped around Harley’s fingers as they probed in and out of my wetness.
A whimper threatened to escape me, and I bit my lip hard to stop it. Resting my hand on Harley’s abdomen to brace myself, I let my head drop back and closed my eyes as the last waves of pure pleasure ran their course.
I turned to Harley as I straightened my clothes. He was licking his fingers as he watched my face, his actions stirring the heat in the pit of my stomach again.
“Come here,” he said, stretching out his hand to me.
I stepped forward and he pulled my face down to his, my mouth softly pressing against his. His tongue gently parted my lips and I could feel his tongue stud as it searched my willing mouth, until it found my own tongue. He kissed me tenderly, his hand lightly resting on the nape of my neck, holding me in place. There was a longing that ran through my body, as he lovingly moved his hands to my face, cupping it lightly.
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