Page 71 of Always Been You

“Jess,” he said in a low warning tone.

“It’s Nurse Myers.” She continued her examination, placing the round disc over the bulge beneath his sweats.

“Oh my, I think that I’m going to need to examine this growth.”

Without asking for permission, she tugged his sweats down, taking his boxer-briefs with them, and his erection sprang to life.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick flesh and used her most professional voice as she explained. “I’m going to administer massage therapy, let me know if I need to increase or decrease the pressure.”

“Jess.”

He said her name again, and it only spurred her on more.

“It’s Nurse Myers. I don’t want to blur the lines of professional and personal,” she said as she tightened her grip and began stroking him.

She hadn’t got a smile, but this wasn’t a bad runner-up. A raging hard-on was definitely the next best thing.

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"Jess."

Ethan’s voice was rough as sandpaper as her name scraped the back of his throat. A desperation he'd never experienced overtook him and he tried to fight it. To ignore it. To not give into the overpowering intensity that was raging inside of him. She ignored his warning and continued her “massage therapy.”

Her fingers tightened around the base of his shaft and then pulsed as her fist moved up and down. "It seems that this massage is only exacerbating the growth."

"Jess."

Part of his brain understood that he'd said her name at least half a dozen times and it hadn't done anything to dissuade her behavior. If anything, she grew bolder each time he uttered it.

He needed to say something else.

You have to stop this.

Now.

This can't happen.

We need to talk.

All of those thoughts and more were running through his head but was he saying any of them out loud? No.

Releasing her grip, she tugged his pants farther down his legs as she said, "Since manual manipulation isn’t alleviating the swelling, I’m going to try a different therapy. It’s experimental but there have been studies done that show that kissing things makes them better. Maybe I should try that."

Ethan's dick jumped at the suggestion and arousal coursed through him. Jess leaned down, keeping her eyes locked on his as she pressed her full lips against the head of his cock. His mushroom tip pulsed against the soft, firmness of her lips.

"Fuck," he groaned as he reached up and ran his fingers through her silky soft hair.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve her. But fuck if he had the willpower to stop.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as she parted her lips and sucked him into the wet heat of her mouth. He hissed as she tightened her grip and began rolling her tongue along the sensitive spot just beneath the lip of his head. Over and over again, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft at the same time she jerked him off with her hand, increasing the pressure of both her suction and the grip of her fingers around him.

"Mmmm," she hummed and he felt the vibration shoot down his dick straight to his balls.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled her off of him. He had a lot of backup from three weeks of no sex, including with his own hand. He was scared that when he finally blew his load it would be like a popped fire hydrant.

"Hey, I wasn't done." She started to go back in but he stopped her.

"I want to taste you." He still had limited mobility, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from making sure that he wasn't the only one getting off. "Sit on my face."

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