Chapter 6 #2
“Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet.” His tongue did a longer, deeper sweep of my mouth. “You're fuckin' sweet, aren't you, Chesca?”
He stopped kissing me for a moment and pulled back, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. “You're sweet, right? Tell me you're fuckin' sweet.” His voice was all forceful and gravely.
I didn't understand what he meant by sweet. But he was definitely waiting for an answer from me. And I was definitely ready to start kissing him again.
“Yes, Stefan. I'm sweet,” I barely got out before his mouth was on mine again.
And I loved it.
I felt like I was contributing to the kiss now. Not like at first.
No, now our kiss was definitely a back and forth, equal opportunity interaction.
“Look what you're doing to me, Chesca.” He found my hand and dragged it down his stomach to his—
Holy crap.
Stefan was—hard.
Rock hard.
“Wrap your hand around it. Like this.” Stefan wrapped my hand around his cock. Well, not all the way around it. He was too big for that.
“Yeah, angel. Just like that. Up and down. Fuck,” he muttered as I did what he asked and stroked him. He was so velvety and so soft. But also so, so, so incredibly hard. I had no idea men could get this hard. I mean, I'd dealt with men here in the hospital. But none of them were—excited.
“Yeah, that's right. Ah, fuck, yeah. You're doing so well,” he panted and touched his lips to mine again.
This time—our kiss took on a whole other level. He was back to plundering, but this time I could take it. And plunder right back.
His hand slid up my side and landed on my breast.
Holy.
Crap.
My lower belly clenched and ached so deeply, I thought I might just orgasm right here in Stefan's bed.
He brushed his thumb over my impossibly hard nipple and that made me clench again even harder.
Oh, my gosh. I was in real danger of coming. He squeezed me and played with my hardened nipple, bringing me higher and higher. A trickle of wetness escaped between my legs.
I felt his fingers on the hem of my scrub top. “Pull this up. I want to see your big tits.” He stopped kissing me and I let go of him to lift my top for him.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
I didn't have pretty bras. This one was just a run of the mill, plain white. In my size, you couldn't find anything really nice for a good price.
“Take this off. I have to see you.” His hand caressed my breasts.
“It's a front closure,” I said, rolling to my back, so I had two hands to undo the clasp. It didn't take me long.
But once I bared my chest to him, Stefan bent to my exposed breasts. “Christ,” he said and then he licked my nipple with his red-hot tongue.
“Oh,” I said, surprised at the feel of him. Then he licked my other nipple, but this time he briefly closed his lips around me and swirled his tongue.
And that felt freaking awesome.
Next, before I even knew what he was doing, his hand slipped into my scrub pants—under my panties. Right on me.
“So fuckin' wet for me, angel. Aren't you?” he said against my breast. “So fuckin' wet.” And he was right.
I'd never been like this before. His finger roamed all through my wetness.
It was unfathomable how good all of this felt.
Stefan's mouth on my breast, his fingers doing amazing things to me under my pants.
I was seriously only moments away from exploding.
“Touch me again,” he said, bringing me up from my sex haze.
My hand slid down and found him. Still hard as a rock. I stroked him like he'd shown me. Up and down.
“Faster, Chesca,” he ordered as his mouth completely covered my nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. I gasped at the thrill that sent through my body.
His fingers left me and landed on the elastic waist of my scrubs. He pulled and his other hand joined to yank them down.
Holy.
Crap.
Was he going to fuck me?
“Don't stop, jerk me faster. Harder.”
I did what he asked. However, I found it more than difficult to concentrate because of everything he was doing to me at the same time. His hand was back on me, between my legs. This time, he stuck his finger directly at my core—and pushed upward.
“Stefan,” I breathed out. It hurt a little, but nothing I couldn't handle. And when he started moving his finger in and out, thrusting it slowly inside of me—oh, my gosh. It was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life.
And the way I was stroking him in time with his finger entering me—it was almost like having him fuck me.
Not that I'd know what that felt like, but I could imagine this was much the same.
“You're so close. I can feel your pussy clamping down around me,” Stefan said, and I nodded. I might have even whimpered a little.
Because he was right. I was so, so, so close.
“You're going to make me come. I'm going to come all over you.”
Gosh.
His dirty words drove me to a whole new level of hot.
His cock grew bigger. And harder. Right in my hand. I imagined it was inside me instead of his finger. It would feel amazing to have Stefan over top of me, shoving his big cock inside of me. Kissing me. Sucking on my breasts.
Speaking of breasts, his pulls on my nipples were getting harder and harder. Just bordering on the edge of pain.
And that was all it took—along with a well-timed swipe of his thumb over my clit. He sent me over the edge. And I was falling. Falling. Falling. Not wanting anyone to catch me.
“Fuck, I'm coming, too,” Stefan wheezed as I increased my grip on him. But he didn't want it. He moved my hand and took over, bursting his hot come all over my belly.
I'd never seen a man orgasm before, but I thought for sure Stefan's orgasm must be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The look of ecstasy on his handsome face. The way he shut his eyes in pure bliss.
Knowing that I'd caused this—made me come even harder.
After he milked his cock, shooting the last of his orgasm on my belly, he collapsed beside me.
“Fuck, that was good,” he breathed out heavily, his chest moving up and down quickly with each breath.
What he did next shocked the heck out of me.
His hand covered my breast, and he touched me there. Softly. Gently. Then he touched my other breast, squeezing my hard nipple between his fingertips.
Then his hand began the descent down my chest, over my belly—directly to a load of come. He circled his middle finger in it and then slowly moved down to my pussy.
Between my legs.
And inside of me.
He repeated that movement, leaving me without words as I watched him mark me with his come.
The musky tang of his scent filled my senses.
He used two fingers this time, scooping up his come and then inserting it into my core.
When reason finally returned, I grasped his arm. “I'm not on birth control, Stefan.”
And what did he do?
He grinned and laughed in a low, smexy voice. “Good,” was all he said.
I blinked and tried to make sense out of his words. “What do you mean, good?” I asked, as the sexy stupor he'd had me in started to fall away.
He ripped his hand out of my grip and swiped his fingers over my belly where a puddle of his come still lay. Then he shoved those fingers up inside of me.
Again.
I wasn't surewhat the heck he was trying to do. But I definitely knew the consequences.
“I mean,” Stefan's fingers stayed inside of me this time and he moved them around, “good.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Whatever he was doing now down there was even better than thrusting his fingers inside me.
Okay, maybe not better, but equally wonderful.
He started kissing me again. And that was way, way, way better. Having Stefan's fingers inside of me while his mouth was on me was—perfection.
He wound me right up again, and I was—there.
Right.
There.
When he suddenly pulled his fingers out. “Oh, shit.” He thumped down on the bed beside me and I had never been more confused in all my life.
Until he clutched his chest.
“Oh, no. Are you okay?” I asked, pushing up and off the bed.
What I had forgotten was the fact that Stefan had pulled my pants down to my knees. Therefore, when I tried to stand up—I quickly lost my footing.
And fell directly back on my behind.
My very bare behind.
Who knew hospital floors were so cold?
“Dammit,” I said as I scrambled to get to my feet. I yanked up my panties and scrubs all in one go. But it took me longer to refasten my bra and pull my top down.
During that time, Stefan appeared to be getting worse. I hit the call button and ran out of the room for help.