Page 99 of You Kissed Me First

“They are on the top of our buy list the next time we go out,” I promise the doctor.

“Thanks, doc,” Dominic says, shaking the man’s hand.

“Have a good night,” the doctor says before stepping away.

“All right. Here is the ointment and bandages. Do you guys have any Tylenol, or do you need me to grab you a package or two?” the nurse asks as she hands me what we need.

“I have some, thank you though.”

“Awesome. Here is the number to call us if you have any questions. Let me go grab the wheelchair and you two are good to go.”

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“I never realizedyou were such a baby,” Katie teases me.

I’ve been groaning about how uncomfortable my foot hurts since we got back to the room. We both took a quick shower and changed into our lounge clothes, but I can’t get comfortable.

“I didn’t realize my good buddy the starfish could do me so dirty. I never want to see another one again.” I put a pillow over my head, trying to resist the urge to scratch the bottom of my foot.

I think that’s the worst part. Sometimes it feels like it’s burning, but then sometimes it feels itchy. Either way, I’m not supposed to touch it.

“So if I was to drop my pants right now and bend over, you wouldn’t want some up close and personal action with my chocolate starfish? Good to know. I was considering it, but since it’s off the table.”

The pillow is off my head in an instant, my eyes locked on Katie as she sits on the couch, putting lotion on her arms.

“Wait. I never said that. I’d always love to see your starfish. Or play with it. Whatever makes you feel good, baby doll.”

My dick is twitching in my pants. All thoughts of the pain in my foot long gone. He is more than happy to show her starfish a good time.

Katie giggles. “You are so predictable. It was a joke.”

I sigh, looking to the ceiling. “You can’t do that to a man. Now, not only does my foot burn, but I got a chubby for you. That’s going to give me blue balls.”

I don’t look at her, but I hear her moving. When she settles onto the side of the bed, I finally roll my head so I can see her.

“Well, we can’t have you with blue balls, can we? How about I give you a little something?”

Before I can ask what she’s talking about, her hand is down my pants. I moan at the feel of her hand as it squeezes my shaft.

“Katie, fuck. That feels so good.”

I want to beg for her mouth, but this is her show. I’m letting her do whatever she wants.

After several strokes, she smiles over at me.

“I have an idea. Think you can manage to get these down to your knees?”

“I can take them off if you want.” I can’t believe how husky my voice sounds.

Just some light petting has me on edge.

She stands, moving around the room while I tear off my sweats, only wincing slightly when I bump my foot. Even then, my dick hasn’t lost an ounce of hardness. He’s ready for whatever plan she has.

When she turns, her smile is wicked.

She stands several paces away from the bed before she starts to strip. First, the tank top that was doing nothing to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. When her hardened nipples come into view, my mouth salivates. I want to suck on them so bad.

She doesn’t give me long to linger.

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