Chapter 9 #2
We both swivel our heads to the doorway and I see Fig standing in the threshold, wearing a set of scrubs that looks a size too small. The smirk on his face conveys nothing about this man.
“Why are you dressed like that?” Dom asks. I’m not able to hide my humor.
Fig’s a big guy—way over six feet tall and the scrubs are tight against his bulky frame, making it look as if his muscles are going to burst through the seams any moment.
“Tobias didn’t want anyone to know that I’m here watching over Callum.
So, I’m incognito, just in case that bastard comes around.
What do you think? I look good as a doctor, right?
Oh, that male nurse knows I’m here too. He’s the one who gave me these scrubs.
But he’s the only one who knows. Now, I’m going to make my rounds.
” Fig gives us a small salute and then leaves, closing the door behind him.
“But you’re not a doctor,” I call out, chuckling.
Dom rolls his eyes. “He’s a strange motherfucker.”
“Yeah, he is. But I like him.”
Dom lets out a grunt of displeasure. “I don’t think so.”
I slowly shake my head. “You’re ridiculous.” But inwardly, I smile at how possessive Dom can be.
“I need to call Pen.” He tries to get out of the bed, but I gently grip his forearm. “Stop. It’s three in the morning, Dom,” I say through a yawn. “And I’m tired and want to sleep.”
But I’m afraid to close my eyes. Afraid I’d fall back into my nightmare.
Dom gently caresses my face and lays his head down next to mine. “Then go to sleep.” he whispers in my ear. His voice is low and gravelly, and the heat his body exudes has me feeling warm, but I still can’t rest. I’m more edgy than tired now.
“I’m… afraid to close my eyes,” I admit, feeling more out of sorts.
But the moment Dom gently kisses the back of my neck, a frisson of want begins to pool in my belly. “Want me to help you sleep?” Dom trails his hand down my chest until it rests on my stomach.
Is Dom taunting me? Does he know he’s turning me on with those annoying kisses and touches? He knows damn well I can’t resist him, especially when he’s touching me.
“I don’t know what you can do.” Actually, I know what I want him to do, but I doubt Dom will touch me. Not when I’m injured. Besides, we’re in the hospital, and anyone—especially a nurse, could walk in here and see him give me—
“I know what you’re thinking, and no.”
“Why?” I pout, but my lips hurt and quickly relax my mouth.
“There’s no room to maneuver ourselves. And you’re hurt and I don’t—”
“I’m not asking for much, Dom. Come on. Please touch me,” I plead, holding my breath for a moment, waiting on what he’s going to say, and I don’t have to wait long.
Dom’s hand slides under the sheet that covers me, then under the gown I’m wearing. His hand snakes inside my underwear and cups my semi hard cock. “If I do this, you have to be quiet.”
“What?” I’m surprise that he would touch me.
“I said yes, but you need to be quiet.”
“Okay,” I rush to say, as the sensation of want grows in my groin and heat blooms across my body.
“Promise to not utter a word—not a sound, Callum. Promise you’re going to relax and let me take care of you,” he whispers.
I nod, not uttering a word.
Dom carefully climbs off the bed, and I want to protest until he pulls out his wallet and takes out a small packet. He then goes into the bathroom and returns with a washcloth.
I peer into his hand. “Lube?”
“Never leave home without it,” he says with a wicked grin and climbs back into the bed with me. “Now hush.”
Dom uncovers me, exposing my stomach, part of my chest and my straining cock. He tucks my balls over the band of my underwear, the pressure heightening the pleasure.
He drops the washcloth on my belly and says, “Can’t have Lyric finding my man’s gown glued to his stomach with dried up spunk.”
My man. I am equal parts terrified and elated.
With a wicked smile, Dom rips open the packet and dribbles the lube into his hand, then wraps his fingers around my hard length and strokes.
I silently groan, closing my eyes, and the sensation of his firm grip on my cock has me flying high, desperate to come. But it isn’t enough. Instead of telling him, I move my hips in rhythm, both in pleasure and pain.
“Greedy,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver at the feather touch of his breath along my skin.
His hand speeds up. Up and down in quick hard pumps until my hips meet up with his downward grip.
“Next time, I’ll draw this out. Make you wait until your balls ache and your cockhead is dribbling with precum.
Slowly suck up your flavor, work your cock to the point you’re ready to blow.
Then I will stop and do it all over again…
while Pen watches as he strokes his own dick. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
Fuck… yes… Dominic, I think as sparks explode across my vision and I fall over the edge. Dom doesn’t stop stroking my dick until he milks every last bit of my seed out of my balls.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything you have. I’m hungry for a taste again.”
I watch Dom’s face as he pulls his hand from below my dick and licks my cum from his fingers. My cock twitches at the sight, but I’m way too drained for more. I close my eyes, feeling loopy and totally exhausted. I don’t protest when he wipes me clean.
“Now get some sleep.” The soothing tone of Dom’s voice has me sinking deeper into sleep, knowing I’m safe.