“See? That right there, Doc. That’s why I’m the one in charge in the bedroom.” He has the nerve to chuckle but he’s right.
I grab the bracelet I bought myself as a reminder when I lost a patient. A woman with a history of heart surgery that had a DNR in place. I didn’t know about her history when they brought her in…she was in a bad car accident and I was trying to save her life when her heart gave up. I was right in the middle of CPR when a nurse rushed in with her medical history. I had to stop. DNR…I bought the bracelet as a reminder that even though I’m the doctor, the one they have to trust with their life…in the end, it’s still their life.
I feel Chopper’s lips nipping my neck, bringing me back to what I was going to do. Placing the bracelet on his wrist, I trace it with my finger for a moment before I add, “There. Now we have a reminder of our agreement in place.”
Chopper looks at it before his eyes slide to mine, desire and something else swirling in his eyes. “You really are something,” he mutters before his lips crash down over mine.
Our kiss is hungry as if we both need more. It’s not just the emotional side to devouring each other. We had the soft cuddle, relax and enjoy the other person’s company. This moment shifted into the longing of connecting our bodies. To possess and to claim.
His hand slides underneath my shirt where he pulls down my bra. A frustrated groan flows against my lips before he adds, “The clothes need to go.”
Chopper grabs the hem of his own shirt and throws it down to the floor before he climbs off the bed. He unbuckles his jeans and raises his eyebrow at me expectantly. I shoot off the bed and remove my clothing before jumping back on.
“Someone is anxious,” he mutters with satisfaction written all over his face. “Have you been missing me, or your substitutes that I took with me?”
“I don’t need them anymore now that I got myself the real thing,” I tell him while I’ve got my eyes set on that magnificent piece.
Thick, long, and so very hard. My fingers wrap around his dick that feels like velvet wrapped around steel and just the thought of him in my hand makes my body tremble in anticipation. I tug gently and watch how his head falls back. A groan of appreciation what I’m doing to him rumbles from his lips.
I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Sliding back, I try to take him deeper the second time, except I’m prevented from doing so when he wraps his fist in my hair and pulls me back.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.” His voice thickens. “We have time later to put that mouth to good use. I need to bury my cock deep inside of your cunt, that’s where my cum belongs. Because if you suck me off I won’t last and it’ll all be over in a blink of an eye and…fuck. I need to…”
“Shut up and jump into action?” I offer.
Chopper shakes his head but pushes me back on the bed as he looms over me. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, opening me up even more while he palms his dick and slides through my folds.
“I’ve dreamed about this cunt that’s only seen and felt my cock. Being inside you feels so damn good.” He gently slides in with short thrusts, letting me accommodate to his size.
My nails scrape down his back, urging him on.
“So impatient.” Chopper chuckles and picks up his pace, surging deeper inside me.
Both our breathing picks up, the air between us thin and our bodies burning while sweat is building in an effort to soothe overheating. But it’s a lost cause, it’s undeniable, we literally burn for one another. The way our bodies move in sync, the building need in his gaze. Chopper bites down on my collarbone while he’s tightening his grip on my hip to pin me in place.
I’m holding him close with both hands but he rips lose when he leans back and glances around him. Why did he stop? What’s he doing?
“I need…” He leans to the left and grabs something off the bedside table. “Ah, that’ll do.”
Before I can voice my questions, I feel how he grabs my wrists and pins me to the headboard while fabric wraps around my wrists and he locks my arms above my head. There’s a hint of panic filling my veins before it flows into desire when his gaze meets mine.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” His finger trails from my arm down to my breast where he rolls my nipple between his fingers. “I have to take my time with you. When I have your nails in my back urging me on, I lose control and will fuck you so hard that I’ll blow my load way too fast. So, this,” he taps my bound wrists, “is keeping the both of us in line. Just relax and enjoy, Ivory. I’m going to eat your cunt and when I’ve had my fill, and only then, I will slowly make both of us orgasm because I can’t wait to have your cunt clench around my cock while I fill you up.”
He trails a path of kisses down my body until he’s hovering above my pussy. Chopper nips the skin of my inner thigh, making my ass shoot off the mattress. With one hand he pushes on my belly while I feel fingers sliding through my pussy.
There’s a groan of contentment that vibrates against my folds when I feel his tongue slide through. Fingers pump slowly as he focuses his mouth on my clit. All of it is overwhelming. I want to slide my fingers in his hair, to pull him off, to bring him closer…anything to release the pressure of my orgasm that’s being brought to the surface.
“Please,” I beg and struggle against the restraints.
“All in good time, sweetheart. Trust me,” he tells me in a husky voice with so many emotions that my body starts to tremble to surrender completely, for whatever he has in mind.
Chapter 15
***Chopper***
The way she clamps down on my fingers, her body shaking in anticipation, and her taste that’s sweetening…all of this tells me she’s close.
I pin my eyes on her face because I intend to watch her closely. “Ivory,” I whisper against her sweet cunt before I have to add a little more volume and snap to my voice. “Ivy, eyes here.” She responds beautifully.
Well, maybe with a hint of frustration because her eyes practically scream ‘how dare you rip me out of my moment of surrendering to pleasure.’
“You’re going to burn into the direction I’ll guide you in. It’s time, sweetheart.” Gaze locked with mine, I show her body what I demand. I curl my finger slightly, find the right spot and rub on the inside while I hold her clit ransom in a way where she has to instantly surrender.
Her cum flows into my mouth as I watch how pure, intense pleasure washes over her face. Her eyes roll back and her struggling arms fall slack. I don’t give her time to get her breathing under control when I crawl up her body. I’m balancing myself on my hands that are beside her breasts. Waiting. Yes, now I take my time to study how she comes down from the rush I gave her.
Ivy’s bright gray eyes now flare with a darker ring around them. I fucking love I’m the one responsible for that change. She gives me a sheepish, post orgasm smile that I intend to see many times more before morning comes.
“You come beautifully,” I tell her and with that, I bury myself to the hilt inside her.
She gasps and tugs on her arms. Suddenly I feel the need to have her nails dig into my skin. Leaning forward, I fumble for a moment to untie her before her arms go down. I curl one of my hands underneath her to grip her shoulder and pin her in place. This way I can pound into her with force, and I intend to because with her…I lose all sense of holding back.
Her cunt is slick, puffy, and so very welcoming. Every now and then my ears pick up a moan when she clenches in sync around me. So fucking enchanting. I manage to swallow the next one and yet I can’t focus enough to continue the kiss when my balls start to draw up.
“Yes,” Ivy breathes hot against my ear. “I need to feel you.” Another sexy fucking moan before she adds between pants, “When you come inside me, I feel every pulse. Sooooo good.” She moans again before she bites down on my shoulder as she starts to come.
Her words, her teeth and nails in my skin, the way her cunt strangles my cock in a way that rips the cum straight out of it…my whole body locks down to extrac
t one task; claim my ol’lady with my cum.
That’s taken every last bit of energy straight out of me. I manage to drop myself next to Ivy when I ease out of my orgasm fog. She turns, snuggles close and presses a kiss on my pecs. I feel how her breathing slows down and an instant later I notice she’s out cold. A huge smile spreads my face. The knowledge that I fucked her into oblivion is fucking awesome.
Okay, I damn well know it’s because she had a rough and long shift because I’ve been keeping tabs on her. Totally didn’t wander from my stalker status. Well, not anymore because she’s officially mine. She’s wearing my fucking patch.
That reminds me. I need to handle two things to ease my mind. One is getting that ink on my body too; the other is finding Tuck. I also need to explain that one to Ivy but it’s best that I find the fucker first.
Glancing at my ol’lady, I take a while to suck up this moment, enjoy the feel of her body against me before I slide out of bed. I know how exhausted she is and that she will be asleep for hours. That gives me enough time to wrap things up and slide right back against her body without her knowing I’m gone.
Chapter 16
***Ivy***
Slowly I stretch and wake up realizing I’m not in my own bed. The memory of Chopper doing crazy things with my body rushes back and makes me feel special. That is until I reach to my left, then right, and come up empty.
“That asshole, motherfucker,” I mutter and push myself upright.
There’s a chuckle before I hear his voice. “Would that be me?”
I have to swallow when I catch a glimpse of him. Chopper is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his head, his hard body on display that’s still got water drops sliding downwards…oh, God. Shit…he asked a question, right.
“Yes, you…for taking a shower without me.” That wasn’t why I was cursing, obviously I thought he left…again.
“You have every right to be angry. Because I did leave for a few hours. But I was sure you’d stay sleep and I hurried the hell back.” His face shows concern and he’s waiting for me to flip out, I can tell.
Instead I just let myself fall back on the bed. “Okay,” I mutter.
It doesn’t take long for him to loom over me. “Okay? Not one fucking extra curse or question why?”
“Nope,” I tell him and manage to pop the P to add to the effect.
“I don’t fuck and leave.” He growls at me. “And I had Lips keep an eye on my room in case you came out. So she could have told you where I went and what I was doing. Well most of it because,”
“You got your ink,” I squeak and jump upright again. He’s got my name inked in the patch on his forearm.
“Yeah,” he croaks, “that too.”
His words make me think what else he was doing. “And…” I ask.
“And I was following up on Tuck. That’s what kept my mind distracted from stalking you these two weeks,” Chopper confesses.
There’s pain written all over his face and yet there’s no need because, “Hey, we’re past that. So…” I try to hold in my laughter when I tease, “You didn’t stalk me for those two weeks? Just Tuck?”
The guilt that washes over his face and makes his cheeks pink reminds me of a schoolboy who’s been caught.
“I take that as a yes.” I give him a smug smile before I realize he’s serious about Tuck. “Wait…Tuck hasn’t been to work in the last two weeks. Do you know where he is or why he’s not at work?”
“Yeah.” Chopper rubs a hand over his mouth and sits down on the bed. “I recently tracked him down to Arlington before he disappeared completely. I needed to check it out and I would have done so myself, but I hacked into the police records and then the hospital records…there was an accident. His car crashed, he died instantly. But Ivy…”
“He died?” I squeak. Tuck is dead?
Chopper walks over to a desk where he grabs a file and holds it out to me. I take it but keep my gaze locked on him, waiting for something…answers…instead he points at the file in my hands.
When I open it and glance at the first page, turn it and see pictures, another form with…oh, God. My signature. This is…no…it can’t be…how’s that even possible for me, or the hospital, not to know about this? “A few months ago…that woman I tried to save…she was his girlfriend? I…that…”
“Yeah, that right there explains a lot, huh? Well, not so much…except it explains why he was focused on you.” Chopper takes the file out of my hands and places it on the bedside table before he crawls back in bed with me and pulls me into his arms.
“I tried so hard to save her.” I can’t help the tears that fall. “She was in a car accident and had internal bleeding. She had cardiac arrest when I was trying to…she…I couldn’t.” I sob against Chopper’s chest while he just strokes my hair and murmurs soft words in comfort.
When I’ve finally got my breathing under control, I sit up and explain the rest. “When she was brought in we didn’t have her medical records, so I tried like hell to save her life. I was right in the middle of CPR when a nurse rushed in with her medical history. I had to stop. I didn’t have a choice…she had a DNR. I had to respect her wishes.”
“I know,” Chopper tells me with a stern voice. “It wasn’t your fault. Nothing makes sense because he was a doctor himself and would damn well know you did everything you could. Yet in some twisted way Tuck felt the need to…I don’t know, stalk you for some reason. Hell, we will never find out the exact reason why he applied to the hospital and focused on you because he crashed his car.”
“Why didn’t he tell me? We could have gone over her file together, or talked things through…anything…I wish I would have known.” I sigh.
“Yeah.” He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “But isn’t that always the way of life? To know everything up front might make you do things differently, but in the end, it can still lead to fucked-up matters.”
He’s right. Yet it feels sometimes that life screws with every one of us no matter what the consequences. Everyone struggles with their own mess of things. Just how everyone in the end makes their own choices, like Tuck’s girlfriend did with her DNR. The hard reality in all of this also shows that life can be over in a blink of an eye.
I launch myself at Chopper who gets knocked back into the mattress. I snuggle close and vow to myself and to him, “Let’s agree to enjoy every minute life gives us for the very reason to be there for each other in a way that suits our needs.”
“Hmmm,” Chopper hums. “That sounds like a life motto.” The man adds a groan. “And I do have…needs.”
Crap. How can he make a joke of something so serious? Wait. He’s right. “Good. Because I vow to tend to your needs, but Chopper…”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he croaks, his eyes filled with desire that’s fully focused on me.
“You have obligations toward me too now,” I carefully tell him.
I’m about to lighten the load because I meant it as a warning that it’s not like he has to open up fully or rip open his head and chest and lay it all on me…but he does need to realize he doesn’t have to do anything alone. That I’m right here for whatever he needs, and that I hope he will come to me when he needs…me. When he needs help.
“I know.” The desire in his eyes shifts into determination when he adds, “I’m bound to fuck up but that shit falls under our needs. For you to tell me when I do, for me to make amends when needed. It’s a road filled with uncertainties and it’s bound to get some obstructions, but we’re riding toward the sunset, right?”
Oh, wow.
“Right,” I croak and kiss him fiercely.
Epilogue
Two years later
***Chopper***
I’m staring at my wife who is leaning in the doorway of the hospital room. Okay, I’m lying…it’s the donation center but my mind always puts it in the same box. It’s the smell, the needles, the poking and people in white coats. I’m donating blood. Ivy set this up for me
two years ago and we’ve been doing it ever since.
It took a while before I started to feel at ease with the poking routine and the smell. I mean, when your wife works in a hospital…I needed to not freak out every time I picked her up or…fuck, when she gave birth to our babies…twins. So, this has been a tiny part in overcoming my hate for hospitals. Helping others while helping myself. And I’ve kept it going ever since.
“All done?” Ivy asks me as I stand up.
“Yeah,” I croak and swoop her into my arms.
My fingers automatically slide to her ass. She’s wearing jean shorts and they’ve been driving me crazy. I can practically slide my fingers between her legs, push them aside and…
Ivy giggles and smacks my hand away. “Okay, you can let me go now.”
I’ve got my face buried into the crook of her neck and I don’t want to let go. She’s so fucking amazing. These two years we’ve been together have been a damn roller-coaster. I’m not going to say it’s all roses and sunshine, fuck no. Life is filled with some kind of wicked balance in between the hard times and the times where you kiss the ground you’re able to walk on.
I remember Ivy’s face when I asked her to marry her. I surprised her when I showed up at her work with a sandwich in hand, sweating like a pig, and white as a fucking sheet but I did it because I love her. Overcoming fears and working on who we are and where we want to go, together.
I will never forget the moment we saw the lines appear on the pregnancy test confirming our assumptions. I remember when we heard the heartbeats and found out we were having twins. Every doctor’s appointment since then, their birth…creating new memories together that makes life worth the effort we put in it. It might still be a fucked-up place but the good memories quiet your mind.
There will always be a part of me that’s left behind and yet it’s that very part that Ivy picks up and carries with her. For that reason alone, I could stare at her forever. She’s magnificent in every way.
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