“Get down on your knees then,” I commanded, and she did as she was told. On her knees on the floor, her face was at level with my cock now, and I placed my hands on the door, drawing myself closer to her.
She turned her face up to me, her delicate looking innocent face, with her wide blue eyes and those plump, delicious lips.
“Open your mouth, Noelle,” I said in a low husky voice. My cock was throbbing, edging closer to her mouth and she parted her lips. I couldn’t wait to be inside her, to feel the tightness of her lips around my cock. She had a colorless lip gloss on which made her lips shine, and she breathed hard as she brought her open mouth to me.
Then she wrapped a hand around my cock. Her nails were neatly manicured to a bright pink color, and her touch on my cock made me nearly explode. Right there on her face. I grunted as she stared directly at my cock, like she didn’t know what to do with it, so I pushed forward.
Her tongue flicked the tip of my cock, and I growled.
“Wide!” I commanded, and she opened her mouth more, sliding just an inch of my cock between her lips. I pressed my eyes closed from the sensation. My cock was sliding into her hot wet mouth, her lips clamping around the girth.
She moaned as she tried to accommodate me fully, trying to slide me down further into her throat. I pulled out, grunting from the friction, and then I thrust myself into her again.
Noelle moaned, shifting on her knees as she placed her hands on my bare muscular thighs.
“That’s good,” I hissed and put a hand on her silky brown head. She started bobbing her head, sliding it up and back the length of my cock and I could feel the tip grazing the back of her throat.
She fell into a rhythm, and her grip on my thighs became stronger. I knew I was at the edge. I was so close to coming right into her mouth. I started thrusting hard, filling her mouth and throat with my cock. This woman had complete control over me now, and she didn’t even know it. She had no idea of the effect she had on my body.
I kept pounding into her mouth, my cock thudded against the back of her throat, and she moaned. Her lips stretched wide as she slid me in, her head moved with the thrusts, and I stared at her. Crouched down in front of me on her knees, pleasuring me…
I growled as I reached the edge, placing both my hands on her head now. I could feel the shudder rising in my bones as I thrust hard, plowing into her mouth while she moaned and moved.
A second away, I exploded into her mouth. I felt my come shoot out of me and spill into her. Fuck, a woman had never made it feel that good. My orgasm came like wildfire, taking over my whole body as I spilled into her. Nothing had felt this good before. I didn’t think about the ambush, about the DKs, about being shot…I didn’t even think about where we were, or that she was my nurse. All I knew was how she was making me feel.
As my cock started to tire, and after I had milked every last drop of my come into her mouth, I stepped back from her.
Noelle was still on her knees, looking up at me with her big beautiful eyes. She was breathing hard, still purring softly as I stared at her. I had thought about nothing else since I first met her. My mind had been occupied by one thing, and it had finally been fulfilled, and I knew it was not enough. I wanted more of her.
There was a nervous silence between us in the room, as she stood up in front of me.
“Noelle…” I said her name as she smoothened her fly-aways and tucked them behind her ears. Without thinking, I pulled her body close to mine and crushed my lips into hers. I felt her body melt in my arms as I drew them tighter around her. I pulled away from her and looked down into her eyes.
“I want to taste you,” I said. Noelle smiled and nodded slightly. I looked around the supply closet and spotted a folded up chair against the wall. I let go of her warm body and walked over to the chair and unfolded it.
“Sit down,” I commanded. Noelle smiled and reached behind her to check the lock on the door and realized that it did not have a lock from the inside. A slight look of worry formed on her face. I moved closer to her and grabbed her hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you coming before anyone has a chance to come in here.” She bit her lip and sat down on the chair.
I knelt before her as she leaned her body back into the chair. I reached up and pushed a stray hand behind her ear, and I leaned into kiss her. I felt sparks fly between us. I couldn’t fucking wait to taste her. As my tongue continued to search her mouth, I moved my hands down to the drawstring of her scrubs, and I untied them. Once untied, I started pulling on the fabric, and she lifted up her hips so I could pull them down. I broke the kiss and looked back up to her.
“Scream as much as you want,” I growled, and I moved my head down between her legs. I took my hand and moved her lace thong to the side as I used my tongue to slowly lick up her slit. She leaned her head back and moaned slightly. I found her clit with my tongue and slowly started to lick back and forth. She pushed her hips forward on the chair as she grabbed harder on the seat.
I moved my right hand up and started to gently run my fingers around her folds as my tongue continued to flick back and forth.
“Oh God, Tank” she moaned.
I found her entrance with my finger, and I pushed slowly inside her. Her hips rolled onto my face and hand as she let out a loud moan. I felt her legs tighten slightly around my head. I started to move my tongue faster as I pushed my finger deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, Tank, don’t stop,” she breathed.
I pulled my finger out and pushed two back in. I hooked them upwards knowing that I was hitting her g-spot by the way her body started to shake. I flicked my tongue faster and started to move my fingers back and forth pushing her quickly to the edge.
“Yes, Tank, yes!” Noelle screamed.
I felt her whole body start to shake as the orgasm took over her. Loud moans escaped her lips, and her hips moved with me as I continued to suck and push my fingers inside of her. Once her screams subsided, I gently pulled my fingers out of her. She was panting heavily and had a large smile on her face. Her watch beeped, and she looked at it quickly.
“I should get you back to your room. Doctor Mason will be on his rounds soon, and he’ll want to check in on you,” she said, in a quiet, quiet voice. I clenched my jaw and nodded. I couldn’t tell if she hated me or she hated herself, but I could see that she was at war with herself over what had happened.
I pulled up my pants, and she opened the door, looking down the corridor to check if anyone was coming. Then she stepped outside and waited for me to join her.
When I stepped outside, she turned to me but avoided her eyes.
“Will you be able to get back by yourself?” she asked.
“Of course,” I replied, searching her face for more, but she had already started walking away from me.
So, I had no other choice but to turn around and go back to my room.
8
Noelle
I was waiting outside Tank’s room. Through the glass window on the door, I could see Doctor Mason speaking to him. Tank was nodding his head, and the doctor was smiling. I knew that meant that he was going to be discharged today.
I had managed to keep my distance from him since the day, two days ago, when I had his cock in my mouth in the supply room down the corridor. I got some of the other nurses who I was friends with; to cover my rounds and it drained me. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to know just how much I had enjoyed it. I had never given someone a blowjob before, but with Tank, it had made me feel powerful. My pussy had been dripping wet the whole time, and that night, I had pleasured myself to the fantasy of having that cock inside me, instead of just in my mouth.
But he was a patient, and also a man who my family would never approve of. So, I knew that my relationship with him could never go beyond this. I had acted in my best interest the last two days, to stay away from him. But now that I’d heard that Doctor Mason was going to discharge him, that he had been healing quickly and making great progress; I could
n’t stop myself from wanting to see him again.
So I waited, till Doctor Mason stepped out of the room and passing him a smile, I opened the door and saw Tank on the bed. He was sitting up now, his beard seemed fuller, and my mouth salivated when I saw how hot he looked.
For a moment, there was a look of surprise in his eyes, like he had not expected to see me again. Then, he smiled. I couldn’t remember seeing Tank smile before. He was just not the smiling type.
“I was hoping I’d see you again,” he said, in a deep quiet voice and I shut the door behind me.
I edged closer to him, keeping my hands clasped together and forcing myself to meet his eyes.
“I heard you’re being discharged today and that you’ve been doing really well,” I said, and I noticed how the bandage around his stomach had now been replaced by a small patch, just to cover the wound. Tank nodded.
“I feel fit, back to normal,” he said, and his eyes traveled over my body. He was doing that thing again where he was undressing me with his eyes. And once again, it sent a shivering thrill down my spine.
“Noelle…” he said my name and I couldn’t escape him now. I had to stand there and listen to what he had to say to me.
“Yes?” I said and looked back at his handsome, chiseled face.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, and I felt my shoulders droop. I wasn’t afraid of him! Those were the last feelings I felt for him. I was attracted to him. I desired him. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to see him smile more often. I was afraid of myself around him.
“Is there anything about you that I should be afraid of?” I asked and stepped closer to him. His eyes settled on my breasts, swung down to the spot between my legs, and then his gaze traveled up my body to my face again.
“Whatever I am, you should know that I would never do anything to harm you,” he said, and I felt goosebumps on my arms. I had never trusted anybody as much as I trusted this stranger. There was a quiet strength about him that I believed in, and I wished I could communicate that to him, but I couldn’t put it in words.
“All right. You haven’t harmed me, have you?” I asked, and Tank clenched his jaws.
“No, I don’t think I have. But I can understand why you want to keep your distance from me, and that’s okay. It was good while it lasted,” Tanks said, and his mouth was firmly set like he was angry. His hazel eyes were dark and narrowed as he stared at me. His words made me panic. They had reminded me that it was all going to be over soon. That Tank would be discharged from the hospital in a few hours, and then I might never see him again.
I stepped closer to him, biting down on my lip. He was following my every moment with his eyes, tracking my body.
“I don’t think you understand why I’m trying to keep my distance from you,” I argued, and Tank took in a deep breath.
“You think I’m some kind of monster, that I don’t belong to your world and that if you want to stay safe, you should stay away from me,” he replied, and I stared at him, my lips slightly parted. “And you’re absolutely right,” he added, and all my breath seemed to leave my body.
“I don’t think you’re a monster!” I snapped, and I watched as Tank clenched his jaw.
“But I don’t belong to your world either, do I?” he asked, and I hesitated before I said anything. He was right, that was exactly what I had been thinking all these days since I met him.
Instead of replying to him, I walked over and sat down beside him on the hospital bed. I had no idea how many rules I was breaking by doing that, but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing him again, and us parting on these terms. There was something about this man that pulled me towards him, no matter how dangerous and destructive it was.
“Then why don’t you tell me what world you belong to, Tank?” I asked him, in a soft, encouraging voice. He was staring at me like he was struggling with himself, but eventually, Tank relaxed his shoulders, and I knew he was going to tell me what I wanted to know.
“I don’t think you’ll understand,” Tank said as he sat beside me, studying my face carefully.
“Try me,” I said, and he took in a deep breath.
“I don’t think you’ll like what you’ll hear,” he continued, and I smiled.
“I promise that I won’t judge you for anything you say,” I reassured him, and Tank ran a hand through his long wavy hair.
“I’m part of a Motorcycle Club,” he said, and I nodded my head.
“The Bad Disciples,” I added and he knotted his brows.
“How do you know that?” he asked and I smiled again.
“I saw a patch on your friend’s jacket. I was wondering if you belonged to the same club,” I explained and Tank clenched his jaw. He was expecting me to break at any point now. I was breaking. The fact that he had now admitted in his own words that he belonged to an MC was terrifying, but I tried to remain calm and hear him out.
“Do you know what that means?” he asked and I gulped before I nodded my head.
“I have some idea, but only from perception. I’ve never met anyone from an MC before,” I admitted, and Tank’s eyes grew a little diffused like he was beginning to feel sorry for me.
“We don’t exactly have jobs, but we make a lot of money. Do you understand what I’m saying?” he continued, and I could feel my mouth growing dry.
“You mean you earn the money through…by…committing crimes?” I asked, and Tank sighed.
“According to some laws, yes, through criminal activity. But, Noelle, you should know that neither I nor any of my brothers from the MC would ever hurt a civilian. Someone outside our clubs,” he said, and I could feel a tremble in my fingertips. I could never have imagined myself having a conversation like this with a stranger. With someone I hardly knew. I gulped and nodded my head.
“I want you to understand, that we run our lives and our clubs like any other business, and we keep our problems within our own world. We operate on strict rules and codes of conduct. We would never hurt any women or children, you have to trust me on that,” he was peering into my eyes as he spoke, trying to judge my reaction. Even though I could feel my mind exploding with all the information he was giving me, I nodded my head.
“I trust you, Tank,” I said in a quiet voice, and he nodded as well.
“We trade in drugs and weapons, that is our business model. Any violence as a result of that is because we can’t help it. We would like nothing more than peace. We don’t go looking for violence. We’re not sadistic bastards as the world would like to believe we are,” he went on, and I nodded my head.
“I never thought you were,” I said, and I met his eyes. He knew I was frightened by everything he was saying, but I had asked for it. He was only telling me what I requested to know.
“Is that how you got shot?” I asked, and Tank took a few moments to reply. He stared at me like he was deciding whether to trust me or not. This was working two-ways. He needed to trust me as much as I needed to believe him.
“We got ambushed. We were overseeing a delivery of weapons shipment at the docks, and we got ambushed by a rival club. I walked into a round of fire to catch them, and I got shot,” Tank said, and I saw his biceps clench with fury. I could see how he was affected by the incident. Like he wanted to get out of the hospital as fast as he could so that he could do something about it.
“Are you going to take vengeance on them? On the rival gang?” I asked, in a meek voice. I didn’t want to verbally admit it, but I was afraid for his life. What would a confrontation lead to? Would Tank get shot again? Would he narrowly escape death again the way he had this time?
Tank didn’t reply. Instead, he continued staring at me, and I knew my answer.
I stood up from the bed with a jerk.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, Noelle. You wanted to know,” he said, and I wrung my hands together.
“But you’re going to walk into gunfire again, aren’t you? You’re going to put your life at risk agai
n!” I argued and noticed how my voice was quivering as I spoke.
Tank breathed in deeply, his gaze flitting intensely over my body again.
“Every day involves putting my life at risk, on this job, Noelle. That is the world I live in, and the code I live by. I don’t want to scare you,” he replied, and I backed away from him. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have visited him here. I shouldn’t have asked him to explain his life to me.
“You could get shot again!” I cried out, and Tank stood up. He towered over me and followed me as I backed away towards the wall.
“Yes, Noelle, I could get shot again,” he said, and I could feel my neck burning up, a cry rising in my throat. Even if I never saw this man again, I didn’t want him to get shot. I didn’t want him to put his life in danger every day. I wanted to scream, I wanted him to promise me that he would get out of the MC. But what right did I have over him? We had met only a few days ago. We weren’t even in a relationship, and after today, I might never see him again.
“So, now you know the truth. You know the world I belong to. Do you regret coming here and speaking to me?” he asked and I tried to even my heavy breathing. The closer he drew to me, the more I was reminded of how much I wanted him.
“No. I needed to know, and now I know,” I said, and for a second, I thought Tank was going to reach for me. His arms flinched, but he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his track pants instead. He had changed his mind.
“I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you,” he said, in a low gruff voice and I shook my head.
“You’ve not disappointed me, Tank. I just want you to be safe. I don’t want to find you in the corridors of this hospital again, on a gurney, bleeding out of your stomach. I don't want to have to see an open wound on your body again!” I felt crazy as I said the words. I could feel my whole body shaking. Nothing was making sense to me anymore. Why was I losing my self-control like this? What kind of hold did Tank have on me to make me behave this way?
He had been staring at me, with a blank expression on his face, so that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
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