13. Arsen
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Arsen
Being shot fucking sucks!
I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve been shot, but this one sure did some damage to me. It’s been a week since we confronted our fathers. A week since I’ve killed mine and I still haven’t felt a smidge of regret. And it’s been the longest week of my life because apparently I’m not allowed to leave the bed until at least tomorrow. Doctors orders or some bullshit. So, I’ve sat here for seven days while Cash, Riot, and Ali all fuss over me. Okay, mainly Ali, who has taken on the role of playing my nurse since I threatened the last one who tried to change my bandage. I don’t trust anyone other than the three of them at the moment, and this was just how it was going to have to be.
Now I felt like some pathetic asshole because I couldn’t get up and do anything without pain shooting through my stomach. Luckily my father was a shit shot because he missed anything important. It’s almost one last fuck you to him. The doc did say I had lost a lot of blood and that it was touch and go for a few, but I won’t let one little bullet hole stop me. Now I just have to play the good little patient for another 24-48 hours, and then I’m back in the game.
Currently, I’m sitting up against a stack of pillows leaning against the headboard while I flip channels to find a movie. Ali insisted we watch a movie together, and I won’t complain about spending some one-on-one time with our girl. It’s actually the only reason I’ve stayed in bed this long. The woman has shown a whole other side to her the last few days. She even insists on sleeping next to me in case I need anything in the middle of the night. Honestly, it’s more torturous than anything.
Since this is a safe house, we have just the basics for supplies and whatever we might typically need clothes-wise. Yes, Cash can order just about anything to be delivered, but we are keeping our whereabouts as quiet as possible with their fathers now underground. So, this last week, Ali has been making do with our clothes. Oversized T-shirts and boxers as shorts.
No panties.
No bras.
Just waltzing around like we aren’t warm-blooded males. Like now. Ali practically skips into the room with a bag of popcorn and my bandage supplies, wearing nothing but one of Riot’s oversized band t-shirts. How do I know she is wearing nothing but the shirt? The woman just dropped supplies and bent over, giving me the perfect view of her creamy, plump ass cheeks as the shirt rose up. I have to choke down the groan of need that wants to escape.
“Okay, so let me just change the bandages real quick, and then we can watch a movie. Yeah?” She sets down the armful of supplies on the nightstand and turns towards me. Unfortunately, I missed everything she said because my eyes were glued to the apex of her thighs, hoping I could get a sneak peek of her pretty pink pussy next. “Arsen?” My head snaps up at my name.
“Yeah.” I say, remembering why I’m stuck in this damn bed in the first place. I’m injured.
“Have you found a movie?” she asks as she begins to open packages and lay everything she needs out. I hum in answer because no, not really. Not when I’d rather have her star in a homemade type of movie right now. She giggles before cocking a brow in my direction.
“What?” She simply shakes her head before heading to the bathroom to wash her hands. When the last nurse refused to stay after I threatened to rip out her fingernails if she touched me, Ali stepped in and told her she would do it, as long as the nurse taught her the proper way. I tried to explain I just needed a Band-Aid or something, but Ali went on about infection and how men think they are so tough. The nurse talked her through the process, and I felt bad every time I flinched because Ali would apologize. She had nothing to apologize for since I was only in pain because I didn’t move fast enough. My own damn fault. But after the third time changing the bandages, she felt more comfortable with the process. I think she could do it with her eyes closed.
Once everything is set up the way she likes it, she points at my shirt. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.” I smirk, slowly shifting the material up and over my head, wincing at the pull of muscles not yet healed. She rolls her eyes at my comment before climbing on top of the bed and straddling my legs. My dick twitches as she gets comfortable in her spot. She found this was the easiest way for her to clean around the stitches. With the light above, there are fewer shadows in her way. Plus, I can’t complain much when I know her pussy is bare and only a few pieces of material separate it from my cock.
“Will you hold still?” she hisses as she tries to gently rip off the previous bandage. I chuckle as her face scrunches up as she concentrates on her task at hand.
Now I’m no saint, but I do try to stay still while she works. The only problem is, what sane man— who has a half-naked goddess on his lap— wouldn’t shift to move her where he needed her? Sliding home on my dick.
“I know what you’re doing,” she whispers as she finishes cleaning the area and laying down another dry piece of gauze. Glancing up at me she gives me a dry look. “Arsen, you were shot a week ago. Like a doctor had to pull out a piece of metal from your body and sew you back up. On top of that, you needed blood. You almost died.” she says, as if I didn’t remember. I shrug though.
“Yeah, but I didn’t.” I tell her, moving my hands to her hips to keep her in place as she tries to leave. “Please, baby. You’ve been teasing me all week. I think I deserve a treat for being such a good patient.” I tighten my grip on her hips as she unconsciously grinds her hips forward.
“Sex could make your injury worse. Do you really want to be stuck in bed longer because you did more damage?” Cocking her brow at me, I pretend to think about it.
“I can live with my consequences, plus maybe your pussy is magic, and it’s exactly what I need.” I grin as she narrows her green eyes at me. “What if I let you do all the moving so I don’t pop a stitch or anything?” I add. “Please, baby. I need you. I need you bad.”
Ali nibbles her lip for a second longer before lifting up. I release my grip on her hips, not wanting her to feel pressured. I don’t want her to think she is going to hurt me, so I guess I’ll be using my hand later tonight. I drop my head back on the headboard, expecting her weight to leave the bed, but when the blanket covering my lap is yanked away instead, my eyes snap open. Ali’s shirt is gone, and all her colorful skin is on display, including her pussy, as she continues to straddle my thighs. Reaching down, she grabs the sides of my boxers and wiggles them down until my cock is bobbing free. Precum already leaking from my tip. Ali licks her lips as she stares down at me before scooting her own ass down the bed. The next second, her ass is in the air and her head is hovering centimeters over my dick, her eyes gazing up at me shaded in lust.
“Tell me if anything hurts, and we can try something else.” I nod, somewhat speechless, as she throws me a wicked grin before her mouth is popping open and swallowing my cock whole. I groan out at the feeling as her teeth graze my shaft in a teasing manner.
“Fuck… Ali.” I say, forcing myself to stay still when all I want to do is thrust myself even deeper down her throat. Ali takes all of me, bobbing her head like she was bobbing for apples at a carnival.
Minutes later, Ali releases my cock with a pop before sitting up and staring at me with so much need a man could drown in it. “I need more,” is all she says before she is crawling up my body, leaving a trail of kisses as she moves her core into place above my cock. “You tell me if it hurts.” I nod, my hands already going to her hips to guide her down faster. Reaching down, she grips my cock and lines herself up at her center before ever so slowly gliding down. It’s a torturous pace, her pussy, warm and tight, as she seats herself as far down as possible before slowly lifting herself and repeating the move. My hands tighten, wanting to make her move faster, but she won’t budge; no, she controls the pace as she fucks herself using my cock. Her eyes lift up every time I’m fully sheathed.
My stomach screams out in pain at the muscles being used to not take control, but I won’t tell her shit in fear she might actually stop. Movement behind Ali catches my eyes, as Riot and Cash both enter the room. Both men pause their steps at the sight before them. I smirk at them as Ali leans back, using my legs as support instead of my shoulders. Her eyes close as she lives in the moment, fucking herself while fucking me. Not being able to help myself, I reach up and pinch one of her nipples, the move making her jerk before moaning out a low needy sound. Both guys, still standing in the doorway, readjust themselves at the beautiful sound.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my dick. Use me,” I tell her, reaching over and pinching the other nipple harder.
“Arsen.” she moans, and I swear my name on her lips has me on a razor blade edge ready to fall into the abyss of oblivion.
“Yes, Ali. Burn for me, baby, my flame.”
I can feel how close Ali is, her pussy strangling my dick as she slides up and down my length. You know what, fuck the consequences. In a move too fast for her to expect, I flip us. Ali lying on her back with me still planted inside her. Pain slams into me, causing my head to spin for a second, as Ali yelps, her eyes widening in fear of what I might have done. But I don’t give her any time before my hand is around her neck, stopping her protest as I pull back and begin to slam into her. As much as she probably wants to yell at me, her eyes roll back as I hit even deeper than she was getting before. Her moans get louder, needier, as I take what I want from her. Within moments my orgasm is ripping through me at the same time Ali’s hits. It's like the clash of the titans, the euphonic high better than any of the pain meds I was given as I release myself deep within my woman. She will be dripping for days after this.
After a few minutes, our breathing finally evens out enough that I flip back over. I can already feel that my wound had started to bleed some, but I could care less. The sound of slow clapping has me peeking open an eye as Riot still stands in the doorway, grinning ear to ear, as his dick practically pierces his sweats. “That was, wow. 10 out of 10 review. And can I be next?” I roll my eyes at the idiot as Ali begins to giggle next to me, which is suddenly cut off by a gasp. Ali jumps off the bed, not caring she is still butt naked, eyes laser-focused on my stomach now. Damn, I hoped she wouldn’t notice.
“Shit, fuck. Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?” her eyes begin to water, causing me to sit up and reach out to her.
“No baby. I’m fine, just a popped stitch. I actually feel even better now. See, your pussy was just the medicine I needed.” I joke, trying to make her smile, but it’s also not a lie. Just lying here all week has been hell. “Hey, come here. I promise, baby. I’m fine.” She hesitates at first, eyeing me with concern before slowly moving to sit at the edge of the bed. Not touching me but at least looking less freaked out now.
“Yeah, Wifey. None of us like just sitting around for days on end. We aren’t good patients at all. I’m surprised he’s even lasted this long,” Riot adds, moving to sit next to her. I’m not sure where Cash ran off to but he would probably tell her the same.
“How about I let you look at it again and then we can watch a movie like we planned?” Riot snorts before bumping her shoulder to get her attention.
“We are tougher than we look, baby. You fix up Arsen, and I’ll go grab us some more snacks.” Ali gives us both a look before nodding her head. Riot throws me a wink before kissing Ali on the top of the head and bounding off to go grab what he promised.
The moment he’s gone, Ali turns and glares at me. “I’m mad at you,” she states, folding her arms over her chest. That’s when she notices she is still naked and glares at me harder before jumping up and grabbing the shirt she was wearing off the floor.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” I tell her as she starts laying out more supplies. This time when she removes the now-bloody bandage, she isn’t as gentle. Once done, she climbs into bed next to me and stares at the TV, waiting for Riot to return. Turning, I lean down and kiss her on her lips. The kiss is one-sided, and quick. “Thank you, little flame.” My words have her glancing at me before leaning over and kissing me back.
Minutes later, Riot along with Cash come walking in, armfuls of snacks and drinks. They dump their load on the blanket before climbing in bed with us. It’s a weird feeling, all of us just sitting in bed getting ready to watch a movie like we were high schoolers or something, but at the same time, I think we needed this. A break. A moment to just be after the hell of the trials, the party, and the last week. Riot flips on a movie, and we all get settled in. A quiet calm falling over us.
The thing about a calm is that it’s usually calm only before the storm hits.