“Hotter the better.”
“Got it.” A few minutes later, she appears with a full bucket of water.
On some level, this feels like the making of a porno. Hot nurse, dimly lit room, and me.
“Strip, moto.” She’s playful and I love it. I don’t hesitate, ripping the flimsy robe from my chest.
“Here.” She hands me a small cloth before the robe is completely gone. “Cover yourself.”
“You don’t want to see the full package?”
“We’ll get there.” She dunks the sponge into the water. I haven’t been so excited about anything in days. Not that I’m expecting a happy ending, but just the thought of warm water and a beautiful woman touching me makes my insides buzz.
As soon as the sponge touches my skin, I break out in goosebumps, my muscles tightening in a gratifying way. Without even realizing it, I close my eyes and relax into the mattress as Kayla moves across my chest and down one of my arms. After a few more strokes, I find myself moaning softly, the casual caress of the sponge working like magic to destress my body and calm my mind. I hear Kayla giggle sweetly, and I pop my eyes open.
“Am I entertaining you, Nurse Kincade?”
“Not as much as I’m entertaining you, apparently.”
“You have good hands.”
“Did you actually just pay me a compliment?”
“I did. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“I promise I won’t,” she says as she brushes the sponge underneath the cloth covering my pelvis. My abdomen quivers as she does it again, our eyes locking in a heated stare.
I test the waters, pulling the towel off so she can continue without any obstructions. I don’t know the protocol for sponge baths, but butt naked is fine with me. The only thing that would make this better is if Kayla was naked right along with me.
Carefully, almost clinically, she rubs me clean, but I can hear the uptick in her breathing and see the points of her nipples under her scrubs. It excites me to know I’m affecting her as much as she’s affecting me. I moan a little louder as she strokes over my cock. It hardening and thickening unapologetically as she works me up. We never take our eyes off each other as the tension mounts in the room. After another minute of spine-tingling petting, I grab her wrist and squeeze, causing her to drop the sponge. My breathing is choppy, and my hormones are teeming. I need more. So much fucking more I may explode.
“Put your mouth on me,” I order.
Kayla hesitates for a beat before leaning down and kissing me. I jolt with surprise before succumbing to the connection. Not exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it. I shove my fingers in her dark hair and fuse our mouths as she wraps her hand around my shaft and jerks hard. Sternly, commandingly. Her authority takes me by surprise, but it shouldn’t. Kayla has a presence even when she isn’t trying to convey one.
I moan and lick and nip at her lips as she brings me higher and higher--so high I’m writhing and pumping my cock fitfully through her tight grip.
“Fucking Christ, baby.” I grunt as I come, shoving my tongue as deeply into her mouth as I can. The tumultuous sensations tear my insides apart. Once the exhilarating tremors pass, and my stomach is coated with jizz, Kayla lets go of my cock like she just snapped out of a trance. She stares down at me with wide, startled eyes.
“Fucking Christ is right.”
9
Kayla
Isuck in air as I hit the ten-mile mark on the treadmill. I punish my body as I play over and over what happened with Reese the other night. After I came to my fucking senses, I bolted out of his room like it was on fire.
Stupid. Stupid. Not to mention completely unethical.
I lost my fucking mind.
That’s exactly what I’ll plead when I face the hospital administration. Temporary insanity mixed with sleep deprivation. I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Even though I enjoyed them. Immensely. That’s the worst part. I wanted it to go further. I wanted to straddle him just like an idling street bike.
The only other person I’ve ever had feelings as strong for is Dev.
What a complete fucking mess I am.
My tendons scream and sweat pours down my neck as my feet pound on the revolving belt.
