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“You kissing me right now.”

“That kind of medicine I can provide,” he replied before leaning over and kissing my lips gently. It was softer than normal, as if he didn’t want to hurt me.

He tried to pull back, but I chased the kiss and stopped him, wrapping my good hand behind his head. Although it hurt, I wasn’t about to let him go. I moaned as he ran his tongue over my lower lip, opening my mouth to give him access. His tongue collided with mine, making him hum in satisfaction. I felt the vibration in my throat, and it made my cock swell.

Jonesy let out a light chuckle, breaking the kiss. He kept his forehead against mine. “We keep this up, I’ll be fighting the urge to climb into this bed,” he said huskily.

“Would that be a bad thing?” I replied.

He laughed as he straightened up, taking notice of my erection under the sheet. “As much as I’d love to have my way with you right now, I don’t think you could handle my weight on top of you.” His eyes shot back to my crotch. “It seems your dick is expecting some attention, though.”

I bit my lower lip and gave him a wanting gaze. “Ya know, a simple hand job would do,” I gently pleaded.

“Right now? Here?” he asked with wide eyes.

“Fuck yes. I may be injured, but I’m also horny, dammit.”

Jonesy looked over his shoulder at the door, and then back to my bulge under the sheet. “Hold on,” he said with a wink. “You’re lucky you have a private room.”

He walked to the door and shut it, then came back and pulled the privacy curtain around my bed, hiding us from anyone who could look in the window. As unsure as he was, I could sense his excitement in doing something that was making his brain work overtime.

He leaned in and kissed me again, knowing it always made me hard. His hand pulled the sheet down, and he lifted my hospital gown, exposing me. The cool air felt freeing, but then his hand wrapped around my shaft. The heat from his palm made me groan in appreciation.

“Lower the side rail,” I said. “I wanna feel your cock in my hand.” Again, his hesitation told me he was debating whether to go that far.

“Ah, fuck…what the hell,” he replied, unlatching the lock of the side rail.

I looked down and saw the outline of his arousal in his jeans. “You’re gonna have to free yourself for me, babe,” I whispered. “Doing it one-handed might be a challenge.”

He let go of my cock and unbuckled his belt. I felt his eyes on me, but I was too entranced to meet his gaze. I took in the sight of my man doing what I’d asked. My mouth watered with anticipation as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, only to show me he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Holy fuck,” I said, watching him pull his dick out. “You’re commando…that’s fucking hot.”

Walking closer to the side of my bed, he snickered and stepped down just far enough so my hand could easily grip his sizable length. I felt his pulse as it grew in my hand, and I squeezed gently, making my pulse race faster. His right hand went to my cock, taking over the strokes I’d given it.

I pressed my head back into the pillow, closing my eyes and feeling every sensation. The pain in my body and the pleasure in my cock were almost too much to handle, but I relished it. The excitement of possibly being caught made my breathing quicken. At least they’d taken me off the heart monitor because if they saw how fast it was beating, a nurse would come in to investigate.

Jonesy’s cock was fully engorged, and I felt his slick pre-cum ease the rough strokes I was giving. The next thing I felt was a warm, wet mouth take me down. I needed to look at him. “Fuck, babe. You’re going far and beyond here.”

He popped off my crown. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked with a devilish grin.

“Fuck, no. But if you continue doing that, I’m gonna blow.”

“Then give it to me,” he replied, taking me deep into his throat. With him bent over, I couldn’t stroke his entire length, so I ran my thumb back and forth over his slick cockhead. He pumped his hips into my hand, chasing pleasure.

His head bobbed up and down on my dick, increasing in speed, and the all-too-familiar tingle of impending release made my toes curl. The discomfort from my injuries was becoming a memory with the pleasurable high he was giving me, and I couldn’t hold it any longer.

With a strangled cry, I erupted. As he swallowed, his cock swelled, and I felt warm jets of cum coat my fist, eventually splattering on the floor. I relaxed my grip when he’d emptied his swollen balls. I didn’t let go of his cock, letting the weight rest in my hand until he righted himself. He kept my dick in his mouth, sucking the remnants of my orgasm.

Jonesy finally stood, looking hungover, his hands braced on the mattress. “Whoa…I didn’t know how much I needed that,” he said, giving me a cheesy grin. I tapped his softened cock before letting go.

“That makes both of us. Come here and kiss me, detective,” I said with want. He covered me back up, looked down at the floor, and sidestepped his cum puddles to avoid slipping. He let out a light giggle and bent over to kiss me again.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I said.

He pulled back, tucking himself back into his jeans, still wearing his grin. “You have, and I have a lot of catching up to do in that regard,” he replied. “I love you more.”

“I don’t think so,” I countered playfully. I looked toward the floor. “Do you realize that you just sucked me off and came all over the floor in a public space?”