by Felicia Lynn
She says as she marches past me to the car to get my bag.
I wait for her in the doorway, laughing and when she comes back close to the door with my bag, I block her passage. When she reaches me she gets as close to me as possible without touching me.
“It’s quite time for you, sir, to get some rest.”
The smile on her face tells me she’s enjoying this little banter but her eyes are telling me she too needs to nap.
“Good plan, let’s go.”
I let her walk through the door and turn locking it behind us, then I grab my bag from her as she starts leading the way to my new ‘quarters’ only instead of taking me to the guest bedroom she brings me to her master bedroom.
I’m confused why she’s brought me to her room and without explanation she’s showing me how to work the TV, telling me the Wi-Fi password and laying out towels in the master bathroom. I listen intently wondering why she’s planning to move out of her room for me.
“Ok. Whit, but I can just sleep in the guest room or even on the couch. I’m not kicking you out of your room.”
I say trying to understand her thinking. She stands there looking at me with this weird look.
“Um… so I was actually going to sleep here too, I guess I just thought it would be best for me to keep an eye on you if you were sleeping beside me that would be easiest."
She says embarrassed that she obviously may have made a huge mistake.
“I’m sorry, Jon. I shouldn’t have assumed that would be okay. I’ll sleep in my office instead of the guest room. It’s closer and I want to hear if you need me for something.”
She walks over to her dresser taking out a t-shirt and pants then starts toward the door when I double my step and stop her.
“No sunshine, you were right the first time. Sleeping here is best for both of us.”
I take her hand leading her over to the bed and pulling the covers down for her to slide in.
“Jon… can I change before our little rest?” She asks so cutely and I nod and walk around to the other side of the bed and climb in feeling like I just hit the damn lotto. I never in a million years expected this.
Her bed is so comfortable. As soon as my head hits the pillow I feel like I could sleep for days but I feel a need to make sure she gets in bed and falls asleep okay too before I drift off. It’s only seconds later that she comes out of the bathroom and climbs into bed setting the timer on her phone for three hours.
“I don’t expect to sleep for three hours, Whit.” I say laughing at how thorough she is.
“Well… I’m not taking any chances”
She says smartly then rolls over on her side facing me.
“Goodnight, Jon”
Her eyes are closed and her hair is splayed across the pillow, and watching her as she falls asleep is incredible.
If you had told me yesterday I would be in bed with an amazing girl today, I would have never imagined I’d be here. I mean, I’m not really sure whom I would’ve imagined, but definitely not her.
I close my eyes trying to just take it all in and enjoy the moment of being cared for by this girl. Just knowing she cares enough to be here means the world to me and frankly it’s shocked the hell out of me.
It takes me longer than I expected to actually drift off but hearing her heavy even breaths is comforting. I knew she was tired and I was right. I roll gently onto my side trying to get comfortable. Every single muscle in my body aches and I can’t believe it can hurt this much and me have no major injury. That to me is unbelievable.
When I wake up, I open my eye hoping the little pixie is still sleeping blissfully beside me and although she’s still beside me, she isn’t sleeping blissfully. She’s staring at me waiting for me to wake up.
“Sooo… Sir… I have some questions for you.”
She says still laying on her pillow but smiling broadly.
“First, do you know your name?”
“Well… little lady, yesterday I thought I was this down on his luck guy named, Jon Cooper; but today I know I can’t possibly be that guy. I’m a lucky bastard.”
I respond.
“Ok, sir. I guess that answer will do since you actually said your correct real name.”
Then she continues her questions.
“How are you feeling? What’s your pain level from one to ten?”
“Well… If it’s ten do I get to stay here longer looking at you?”
I ask, seriously deciding it would be worth the lie.
“No, sir. A ten earns you a one way trip back to the hospital to have nurse Betty take care of you again.”
She says knowing that I’m only kidding.
“Well in that case it’s only a two, can we still stay in bed?”
I ask hopeful that she will want to stay here a while.
“Yes, sir. How about some food and movies in bed instead of the couch?”
Yep… I’ve definitely hit the lotto, a day in bed with my favorite girl. Hell Yes.
Whitney
So here’s the thing that I just learned about guys. When you ask them if they want to stay in bed and watch movies, they do not mean movies you would typically like. They mean movies like Die Hard and Fight Club. I mean let’s be honest for a minute, I actually liked the movies a lot and I did enjoy watching them with him.
When Fight Club ends it’s after eight o’ clock and I’m not really sure if he’s tired and ready to go to sleep again.
“So what’s next for us hot stuff?”
I ask hoping he says, Sweet Home Alabama or let’s watch the Bachelor. But I know that’s just wishful thinking.
“Well…if it’s okay with you, I was thinking I’d get a shower?” He asks.
“Of course, Jon. Um… so how is that going to work? Do you need my help at all?”
I mean I’m sure he doesn’t need my help in the actual shower, I’m just not one hundred percent positive that he doesn’t need me to help get his shirt off or the bandage over his left shoulder.
“If you could help with my bandage, that would be great.”
I nod my acceptance and start to get out of bed. I walk into the bathroom ahead of him and start the shower to warm it. When he walks in, I notice his movements are a little stiffer and more pained. It was harder to notice that when we were lying in bed.
Hopefully the hot shower will help him. I see him struggling to get his t-shirt over his shoulder and I walk toward him to take over.
“Sooo… you having a hard time over here? I see you’re a little slower than before. Are you in more pain?” I ask him as I remove his shirt but already knowing the answer.
He nods then kisses my forehead. “Yes, I suppose I am a little more sore but I’ll be okay, little one.” He says turning around so that I can assess the wound and bandage on his back.
It doesn’t look nearly as bad as I expected, but it too looks like it hurts.
Once the bandages are off I expect that I need to leave while he showers but that makes me tremendously nervous. Seeing his cautious movements is worrisome for him to be in here alone. I just want to hold him and do whatever I can to make him feel better. It’s physically hurting me to watch him ache.
“Jon, do you want me to stay in here while you shower? I can not look, but I’ll just in be here if you need me.” I ask but it comes out sounding far more like pleading.
He shrugs his shoulders, looking defeated “actually sweetheart, I’m not really sure I can shower at all. I can’t even bend over to take off my pants much less try and wash the yuck off myself.”
Soooo… if he can’t do that for himself, am I supposed to? I mean I guess I need to shower too should we just get this done together? This is a little weird but I agreed to take care of him.
And to be honest it can’t really be such a bad thing having to wash down this man.
“Well, Why don’t we do this together Jon? I do think the shower will make you feel better, I also need a shower and my shower is big enough for us both. I can
wear a bathing suit.” I say trying to sell him my plan.
He looks at me like I’m completely bat shit crazy.
“So let me get this straight, I take off my clothes with you and get in the shower, fully naked, and you get to wear a bathing suit and scrub me down?” His smile is reaching his eyes.
I love to watch the sparkle in his big brown eyes.
“The struggle is real, my friend. You want me to help you wash off the yuck or do you want to learn to love the yuck for the next few days?”
I ask in my smart-ass tone as the bathroom begins to fill with steam.
He immediately counters my offer, “You have to be naked too and we have a deal.” He says.
There’s really no reason for me to be naked in the shower. I don’t need him to wash me but I’ve never been modest and it’s not worth the conversation or the wasted hot water. So I reply with actions and start stripping out of my clothing. Tossing my top off first and then my tights.
I’m in my bra and panties when I reach for the waistband of his sweats and gently tug them down trying not to pay attention to his growing cock that’s inches from my face. I’m incredibly turned on by this man and him in my bathroom almost naked with me kneeling to undress him… oh my… That shower water may need to be cold.
Once we are both fully naked and completely ignoring that fact that we’re both greatly turned on which is evident by my hard nipples and his raging hard cock. It takes a ton of effort to not offer to relieve that pressure for him but this shower has been entirely silent. There are just no words that can be said when the sexual tension is this thick.
Oh… the thickness… he turns so that I can wash the parts of his back that are not injured. His ass. Holy… what does this man do to stay in shape? I think to myself as I kneel again to wash the backs of his legs and feet then he turns and again I’m face to face with the tool that proves his manliness. Oh, he’s a man.
I wash the front of his legs and the tops of his feet not for one second taking my eyes off his cock. I lick my lips unconsciously.
“Whitney.”
His voice growls with need and I haven’t even touched him…yet. I drop the scrub and reach for his cock taking him into my mouth. For so many reasons, I know this is not what I should be doing. I know that I should be nursing him back to health before taking advantage of him in my shower.
He has his hands on the sides of my head and he tells me how amazing my mouth feels, and how now that this has started, he’ll never have enough of me. His voice is cracking and I feel the tightness of his balls and know he’s about to release. I continue to suck and pump his cock to encourage the end.
Just before he’s about to come he tells me he’s going to let go and to take my pretty little lips off his cock if I don’t want him squirting down my throat, but I don’t and I won’t. Feeling that is my reward and his for allowing me to molest him in my shower.
I’m incredibly turned on by his gasps as he reaches for the walls to hold himself up and they are not pained gasps of being injured or sore from the accident, these gasps are full of pure pleasure.
I look up at him watching me swallow, as he finishes. I can’t help but to feel proud.
Jon
“Whit, I’m about to let go, take those pretty little lips off my cock or it will be squirting down your throat.” I growl.
She’s relentless. She doesn’t move. My fingers are tangled in her hair as I try tugging to get her attention again. I’m trying to hold back thinking maybe she didn’t get it, but since my little announcement she’s become an animal.
“Fuuuuccckkkk…” I watch her as she swallows every drop of me. She looks up at me and smiles and I can’t even help but feel an overwhelming amount of something… is this love? Lust? Adoration? I have no fucking idea but I do know this girl owns me right now.
She stands with her little scrubby without saying a word; she puts some soapy stuff on it and proceeds with washing her own body. Even though she’d just taken care of me, I’m rock fucking hard again as I watch her rub suds across her body, her body that I want to be touching.
I take the sponge from her and make quick work of returning the favor. I can’t move too much but that doesn’t seem to bother her. I stand stationary while she twirls so that I can wash her.
This has got to be a damn dream. Is she really letting me touch her in the shower? Did she really just blow me? What the fuck is happening right now. I refuse to talk. I don’t want to break whatever spell we’re under right now.
I drop the sponge and then take the showerhead off to wash the bubbles away. Watching the suds glide down her ass is incredible. I rub her back and ass and it takes great efforts not to slide my hand in between her cheeks.
When she turns around for me to rinse the front I know that I’m probably going to cum again all over this tile shower. I can’t hold myself back when the water falls over her beaded little nipples. I can’t stop myself from licking the drops that are drizzling down. She moans and I repeat on her left breast.
Her hands drop between her legs but not to cover herself up, my girl is trying to take care of herself. She needs to release too. I push her hands away and replace them with my own fingers. Thank God nothing happened to my hands in that accident or this wouldn’t be possible.
She places her hand on my cock and is sliding her hand up and down. I could definitely come undone again but it’s not my turn.
She’s pressed against the wall as my fingers are unleashing an assault of pure pleasure. When the cold water hits our skin I don’t intend to stop what I’m doing and it doesn’t appear she does either, but I can’t continue when her little body starts to shiver. My protective instincts want her in a bed wrapped up in blankets. So I risk breaking the trance and speak. I turn off the water and then look back at her.
“Let’s do this in the bed baby, I want your body warm.”
She doesn’t reply. She just nods her head and leads the way out of the shower reaching for towels. She takes care in drying my body before she does her own and I take the towel out of her hand and try to reciprocate as much as I can.
We walk to the bedroom and she doesn’t attempt clothing. She slides under the covers naked and I slide in behind her. It’s milliseconds before I’m kissing her neck and shoulders and reaching around to feel her very wet little pussy.
My God… this girl is my undoing. My rock hard cock is dancing between her legs and if this position is causing my sore muscles any strain, I can’t feel it. Clearly she’s found my pain medication.
Her little moans tell me she’s close and finally I feel the shivers of her own release with “Oh my God, Jon. Oh my God.”
Un-fucking-believable… that was amazing.
I’m afraid to speak, I’m afraid to move. I don’t know if she’s really okay with all that just happened but she did start it.
She rolls in my arms to face me. She has a smile on her face and looks content.
“Hello sunshine” I say, not knowing what exactly to say in response to what we just did.
She laughs and it does something crazy to my heart. I love that sound. “So I guess that just happened.”
“Yeah babe, that just happened. If I had known all I had to do was wreck my bike to get this, Whit… I would have done it months ago.”
She pretends that she’s going to punch me but she doesn’t, she comes in for a kiss instead.
“That was nice Jon. Thank you.” She speaks as her lips are still pressed to mine.
“Well… there’s a whole lot more where that came from. Say the word when you’re ready to try other things.” I say smartly hoping this wasn’t a one-time thing because I can’t wait to get my cock inside her.
When her phone rings at the bedside table behind me, I flinch. Not from the pain of her moving in my arms but from the absence of her in my arms when she leaves to go answer the phone.
Whitney
“Hey Lex.” I say answering the phone trying to sound as normal as possible. I
don’t want to tell her that I just molested my patient in the shower or that being in his arms while he assaulted my clit with his fingers felt unbelievable. That’ll just have to stay between my patient and me for now.
“How’s Jon? … Do you guys need anything?” … “Elizabeth wants to bring over dinner.”
He’s laying in the bed watching as I stand naked at the foot of the bed answering questions from Alexis on his condition and assuring her we have everything we need for tonight.
He’s smirking and he knows that it’s taking effort not to laugh right now.
He rolls onto his back and flips the covers over so that I see his nakedness again and I sigh… he laughs… then I start laughing… then I hear a whole new set of questions from Alexis.
“What are you laughing at?” … “What’s going on over there?” … “Whit… are you drunk?” … “You know Jon doesn’t drink, right.” … “What the hell is going on?”
“Lex, we are fine. We’re great actually. We’ve eaten Chinese takeout, watched stupid movies and we’ve both showered and are about to sit down to watch some amazing reality TV.”
I can hear the concern in her voice. Alexis doesn’t like to be out of the loop or control when she’s worried about things. She’s struggling with letting me handle Jon’s care and I know it’s because she’s confused by our relationship. Wait… do we have a relationship?
I look at Jon and he has an annoyed look on his face, “stupid movies” he mouths. I smile. “What about the blowjob and my amazing finger work.” He says in an octave above a whisper. “Tell her about that.” He finishes and the laughter takes over me.
“Listen Lex, we are really great and we are very much enjoying our time together. But I really need to go and get back to my patient.” I say not even caring at this point if she has more questions.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Love ya.” I disconnect my phone and slide back into the bed in Jon’s arms. I think I could get used to this.