With a groan, I flop down on the pillow as Georgiy stands over me, his cool fingers settling on my abdomen and pressing on it gently.
“Oh yes, more of that please,” I murmur as he trails his fingers over my stomach, making my skin erupt in goosebumps. My cock is rock hard just from him taking an interest. It wants to be touched, stroked, but of course he ignores it. Instead, he puts his stethoscope in his ears and listens to my heart and lungs. His eyebrows are furrowed, probably wondering why my heart is pounding a mile a minute. He has to know it’s him.
I have the biggest crush.
Obsession doesn’t even begin to describe it.
“Your heart and lungs are fine.”
He pulls a penlight from his jacket pocket and shines it in my eyes, looking at my pupils.
“Dilated pupils. Uneven. Signs of a concussion.”
Duh, I think, but I don’t say that. I want him to keep looking at me, looking at me like I matter.
“You should check my dick, too. Make sure it’s okay.”
He huffs, but ignores me and pushes his fingers through my hair, checking my scalp for any abrasions. But the only part of me really injured is the side of my face that Henry stomped on. I’m no stranger to pain, but damn, he got me good.
“Everything else is okay,” he murmurs and then sits back. His eyes move over my body, stopping for a moment on my dick. He wets his lips, and I feel my length jerk from the admiration. What I would give to have him wrap that mouth around me.
Just once.
“Am I going to live, Georgiy?” I ask breathlessly.
“Yes. You’ll make a full recovery.”
He reaches into his bag once more and pulls out a latex glove, snapping it on.
“Now I have something else I need to check. Spread your legs.”
I moan loudly, and his eyes flick up to meet mine. Something sinister sparks in those dark depths as my thighs flop open.
“Not a fucking sound,” he growls as he grabs a container of lube from his bag and smears it on his fingers.
“Hands above your head. You know the rules. No touching.”
His eyes move down to my groin, his palm pushing down on my thigh and spreading me open even further, almost to the point of pain.
He points his chin down, and his eyelids droop slightly.
And then two of his fingers push into my ass, making my mouth open in surprise.
Oh yes, fuck a duck, that feels nice.
I bite my bottom lip to keep my moans inside, but it’s hard when I want to scream. I want to beg. I have no shame when it comes to him.
“Good boy,” he says as he twists his wrist and hits my prostate, making my eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation zinging through me. Like being electrocuted. Just shocking, really. Any time he touches me, I feel like I’m transported into a different galaxy. One where there is only pleasure.
And pain.
“There it is,” he says, his accent deepening. It always does when he’s horny. It’s how I can tell he wants me even when he pretends he doesn’t. He presses against that small bump, and my fists tighten on the bed frame, holding on for dear life as he massages that magic spot until I’m writhing.
“You’re doing better than you normally do,” he says, his eyes flicking up to meet my gaze.
I let out a huff of pride, and his fingers press harder, making me arch up, and a groan escapes my mouth.
He freezes, and his lips turn down into a frown.
