He blew a ragged breath out as he slowly pushed past my fleshy lips. My head fell back as I cried out at his entry. His giant, fat cock feeling so good as it slid inside me, inch by slow and agonizing inch. Feeling the cool metal carve its way up inside of me. I gripped the bed so hard that the springs creaked, and he mumbled under his breath, “Fucking careful. Slow. And. Fucking. Careful.”
I wanted him to go all out, to tip this bed over and fuck my brains out, though I also knew he was right, and I wasn’t a hundred percent yet. I could feel the tension in his body, his arms, as he was trying to control himself, not put any pressure on my chest, and not rattle me too much and cause pain. It was sweet in the best of ways, and it gave me an idea.
As soon as he was fully seated, his eyes looked into mine like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. I gave a bashful smile that was part true and part act as I wrapped my legs around him and used all my weight to spin us.
His eyes widened as he scrambled to make sure I didn't strain myself, but he went with what I was doing, handling most of the heavy moving with his hands on my hips. I sat up and winked at him. “This way, you don't have to feel so pressured to not lay on my wound.”
I moved my hips automatically, and his hands clawed into my hips as he moaned out. I put my hands on his pecks, tweaking his nipple with my fingers, and his thighs shook. I started slow, feeling the drag of his metal piercing slide in and out of me, driving me wild with the sensations along my walls. As I picked up the pace, fucking him in earnest, the little ball kept hitting the spot inside me that had me soaking his cock with my wetness.
His breathing became labored and ragged as he looked up at me, his eyes still in wolf form, tracking each movement like I was his prey. Watching my tits bounce as I rode him. I reached back around me and grabbed his balls as I kept up my thrusting, and he growled out his pleasure. One of his hands let go of my hips and flicked at my swollen, sensitive nub.
I let go of his balls as my thrusts grew wild, and I bucked against him, hard, my chest feeling tight and sore, but the need inside of me overshadowed the pain.
His hands moved to my tits, grabbing both of them to pull me down onto his cock, pinching my nipples while he pushed up into me like he couldn’t get deep enough, and he desperately wanted to. His smooth metal balls hit that spot inside over and over again, making my eyes roll back into my head.
My orgasm coiled up inside of me, ready to burst at any second as both of us were panting for breath. He timed it perfectly as he shoved up into me and yanked on my nipples at the same time, and I clenched down on him, crying out to the ceiling. “Oh, yes, Rabid! I'm cumming. I’m cumming. Ffffuuuuccckkkk!”
He took that as a sign to push up into me harder and faster as he fucked me through my release. I went to cry out again when he surged up, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into an all-lips and teeth kiss, fucking with our mouths. He moaned, his hands digging into my head as his cum splashed up inside me, filling me up just like I asked.
I sighed against him, all spent, when he slowed the kiss down, running his hands down my back and making me shiver. I smelled the ocean again, and yet this time, the sensations and feelings it gave me were so different from the others. The only sensation was that of security and safety, the same thing all sirens feel when with the ocean. That’s how being in Rabid’s arms made me feel… at home.
I rested my head against his shoulder, still connected together as he was sitting up with me in his lap. Both of us were trying to catch our breaths. Somewhere through it all, I removed the heat monitor, and the flat line sound began blaring.
A nurse knocked on the door, irritated. “Are you guys done yet? I would like to turn the monitor off.”
Without releasing me, Rabid yanked the machine closer to us, pulling out the plug from the wall, but it still was blaring. “It has a backup battery,” I told him, and he growled in frustration. I felt him fumble with the machine until he found the button and shut it off.
“Thank you,” the annoyed nurse said, the clacking of her shoes telling me she was walking away, not wanting to deal with us any further. Both of us chuckled against each other, exhausted and, yet, never feeling better.
Rabid kissed my shoulder. “I want to stay like this, but I don't think you will be okay with that forever.”
I nodded against him. “Right again.”
He let out one of those masculine, satisfied chuckles that made my heart fill up as he carefully scooted to the edge of the bed, digging his hands into my ass as he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom.
He was sweet and gentle as he helped me shower. I could’ve told him I could manage on my own, but I felt like this was more for him than for me. I could see his satisfied smile as he cleaned me, took care of me, and I felt like there were definitely worse traits in the world than lots of aftercare.
He ran a wet cloth between my legs, and I almost convinced him for another round, but that damn man had the willpower of steel. He even washed my hair, taking care not to get it in my eyes, and brushed out all the knots. Once I was completely clean, he carried me to the bed and pulled out a small duffle bag.
“Here are some of Emma’s clothes. She says you owe her a whole new wardrobe, but she knows you're good for it.” I smiled broadly, glad that Emma was still Emma, even if I was wounded and in the hospital.
“Oh, she gets more than a shopping trip. I think I will take her for nails, pedi’s, and a salon trip. We will make a girls’ day out of it.” I dug into the bag, searching for a bra first, when I felt my phone.
“Oh, and Duce said that your phone kept going off under his bed. He said it was a good hiding spot, but one of your customers is persistent in getting a hold of you.” He said this all with an easy smile, and I instantly felt bad. I mean, I didn’t lie to them, but I also didn’t tell the whole truth.
“Thank you.” It was all I could think to say as he nodded.
He got up and walked to the door. “I’m going to get you something proper to eat and drink. Then we will see if the doctor can come to check up on you to see when you can go home.”
I nodded, and his smile turned so bright it would blind a dead man. He walked out, promising to be back before he shut the door. Home. He said it, and I didn’t refuse it. What the fuck was all of that going to mean?
I put on a bra, shirt, and leggings, feeling a little more myself in normal clothes, when my phone buzzed. I opened it up and knew I was going to be in some big trouble. I had five missed calls, fifteen missed texts, and two voicemails waiting for me.
I checked the texts first, seeing that they were between both Ken and Glenn. Both of them were cryptic at first.
Talk.
Call.
