Chapter 36 Margeaux
MARGEAUX
I should let the poor guy sleep. I mean, I let him shower. God knows he needed a deep cleaning. Now that everything is over and done, all the adrenaline is leaving my body and my body is craving…him.
“I need to kiss you, Beautiful,” he says, squeezing my hand more firmly.
Yes!
I don’t hesitate. I slam my mouth against his, our teeth knock together. Neither of us slow down our efforts. I swing my leg over his hip, straddling him, and both his hands go to my hips.
“I thought you left me,” I whisper against his lips. “When I didn’t hear from you. I thought you decided I was the wrong person for you. I’m so sorry.”
I don’t want us to have any secrets. Being around him makes me want to confess every thought and notion I’ve ever had. I want him to know all of me, and I only hope he feels the same way.
He reaches for both my hands, holding me close to him. He starts kissing my neck and it has me grinding down on his firming hard on.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d come for me, or miss me. I don’t have anyone in my life that would miss me if something happened,” he admits, and his raw honesty turns me on even more.
“I’ve missed you since you got back on a plane to Paramount. I’ll miss you,” I promise.
“Fuck, Beautiful. Kiss me again, please.”
Always. I’ll never deny this guy kisses. I hope that message is coming through clearly as our tongues glide against each other. I start rocking my hips again and his thick length is making perfect contact with my clit. I’m so close to ripping off my leggings to feel him more thoroughly. Fuck it.
I stop our kiss and shove my leggings off, wearing just a thin, black thong.
“Fuuuuuck me,” he groans.
“Planning to. Didn’t think seeing you in a hospital gown would turn me on, but I’m not hating this look on you, Doc.”
He laughs and proceeds to pull the gown off and tosses it across the room.
“Mmm. I like this look even better.” I focus on his dark chest hair, and lean arms. His upper body is covered in bruises and he’s too nice of a guy to look so rough and beaten.
“Seeing you tackle that crazy woman, then wrestle her into a stronghold was such a turn on, Beautiful. You’re so strong and powerful.”
I straddle him again, spitting on my hand and rubbing it up and down his thick cock.
“Fuck yes! Spit on it. Get my cock nice and wet for you, Beautiful.”
I love dirty talking Jon. He’s so naughty and gruff. My body shivers seeing this nerdy doctor revealing this secret dark side of himself. I’m so into it.
“You know what else was sexy?” I ask him as I hover my mouth over his dick and spit a thick trail of saliva on his tip, earning a lust-filled groan.
“What, Beautiful? Tell me.”
I massage my spit and his precum all around his dick, not like I’m not already plenty wet, but I’m loving how filthy we’re getting. I sit up, he tugs my thong to the side, revealing my slick pussy to him and I hover over his tip, rubbing it against my wet slit.
“Seeing you holding a knife and threatening that woman. Fuck, Doc. I was ready to drop to my knees and suck your dick while you got all murderous.”
His head falls back and we moan together as I lower down, taking him to the hilt in one motion.
“Shhhh—fuu—fuck!”
“Mmmm, Jon!”
“I’m not gonna last too long, Beautiful. You feel so good. Your pussy is a fucking dream.”
I’m in the same boat. His girth stretches me so perfectly and then he licks his thumb and presses it to my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my pussy, my entire body.
I’m not sure if he realizes we’re not using a condom.
I don’t care one bit. I want every drop of this perfect man inside me.
“Ride me, Beautiful.”
“No condom,” I moan before I completely give myself over to ecstasy.
He grips my chin, making me look into his dark eyes. “You want it?”
Licking my lips, I say, “All. Of. It.”
He kisses me, flicking his tongue against mine. “Take it. I’m all yours, Beautiful.”
Say less! I start riding Jon’s dick with reckless abandon. Letting my hips rise and smack against his, our bodies slamming together, and surely creating new bruises from the rough pounding.
I’m not in any way interested in getting pregnant right now.
I’m about to be at the height of my wrestling career.
Hence, why I’m on the pill. But the idea, the visual, of having Jon’s cum filling me, warming me from the inside, and slowly leaking out of me.
Fuck. I’m so close to coming just thinking about it.
I want this man to claim me in every way.
He’s tasted me, and I’ve swallowed him down.
Now, I want my pussy to feel all of him.
And, I must say, fucking him raw—mindblowing.
I’ve never had sex without protection, and I can see myself becoming so needy and greedy for his cum.
Fuck, my pussy is thrumming, thirsty for him.
“You gonna fill my pussy up with your thick cum, Doc?” I ask, grinding on him, keeping his entire length inside me. He continues playing with my clit, and I’m so close to bursting.
“Fuck yea, Beautiful,” he moans, his other hand digging into my hip and I love the bite of his blunt nails in my flesh.
“She’s so thirsty for you, Doc. Give her what she wants.”
That does the trick and has him falling over the edge with a loud, deep groan.
“Fuuuuck. Margeaux. Yes! Ummmph.”
I tumble over the edge right as I feel his dick pulsing inside of me and his hot cum filling me in long spurts.
“Doc! Jon! Fuck!!” I hug my arms around his neck and he licks and kisses my collarbone and upper chest.
I try to catch my breath, unable to move just yet. A loud, frantic beeping sound snaps me to attention. Before I can ask what’s happening, the door to Jon’s room is thrown open by a nurse.
“Ahh! Sorry. I’m sorry. You…um….paged the nurse desk…
a lot,” the mortified nurse says with her back to us.
A part of me is equally mortified. Another part of me is smug that she’s seeing me and my hot doc coming down from the fastest and sexiest fuck of my life.
Also, she’s a nurse. They’ve seen it all, right?
“Shit,” Jon mutters, adjusting the blanket around us, giving us some modesty in this moment. Not possible. He reaches under my leg, pulls out a remote, and presses an off button.
“Oops,” I whisper.
“Everything is fine, Hannah. Sorry,” Jon says, still holding me tight around my waist. I’m glad he isn’t throwing me off. I would understand if he did, but my heart is beating faster knowing he wants to keep me close, and that he’s not totally ashamed.
“I-it’s fine. But, um. You should really try and get some rest,” she says, her voice less startled than before.
“I’ll make sure he rests,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
Nurse Hannah giggles, shaking her head, and waves her hand as she walks out of the room. As soon as the door clicks shut, we both exhale and share in a fit of laughter.
“See what I’m saying. You get me into all kinds of trouble, Beautiful,” Jon says, continuing with soft kisses along my neck and jaw.
I tilt my head slightly, giving him better access.
“You love me, though,” I gasp.
He stops kissing me and I want to smack myself for letting that slip out.
“I sure do, Beautiful. Now, come lay down and nap with me. I’m probably going to sleep for the next twelve hours.”
My entire body heats up, and I give him one last hug before I dismount him, feeling the slow trickle of his cum down my inner thigh. We get snuggly under his thin blanket, laying on our sides, facing each other. Our fingers entwined. My feet rub against his shins and calves.
“I do, too. I love you, Doc.”
I notice his heart rate monitor jumps up about twenty beats, and I smile.
“Yea?” he asks, already falling asleep.
“Mmmhmm.” How could I not? This guy literally had me at French Fries.
“Keep saying it until I fall asleep, please,” he says gently.
How can I say no to this man? It takes about ten I love yous until he falls asleep, and I feel my eyes getting heavy as his breathing evens out, and lulls me into my own deep sleep.