Page 54 of Bully's Second Chance
My eyes opened, and I looked down at him. “Like I’m so gloriously full I can’t stand it any longer.”
He chuckled before he returned to his magnificent work, and I felt things I’d never experienced before. My body jolted and bucked before backing away and trying to get him to stop. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I didn’t know whether to sing his praises or beg him to stop. And as my conflicted orgasm rose up within me for the second time, I gripped his hair and pulled him harder against my pussy.
“Don’t. Stop. Licking,” I grunted.
He lapped deeply against me as he pumped his fingers harder. I gasped for air as my body unraveled, my toes curling so deeply that my thighs started cramping. I locked them around his face, holding him there as he drank down every drop of arousal I had for him. But the second my back collapsed against the chair, I felt something turn over in my stomach.
“Jax?” I asked breathlessly.
He wiped off his face and kissed my pussy softly. “Ready for round three?”
I heaved a bit. “Jax.”
His eyes searched my face. “What was that sound?”
And just as I opened my mouth to answer him, I threw up all over myself.
“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed.
I leaned over and vomited again all over his home office floor, and I was mortified. My body trembled as all of my breakfast came up, and a cold sweat broke out across my forehead.
“Jax,” I whimpered. “I’m so sorr—” I couldn’t even get my apology out before I threw up on the floor again.
“All right, that’s enough. Come on, you’re taking the day off, and we’re getting you into a bath,” he said.
As he scooped me into his arms, I tried pushing him away. I mean, I was covered in vomit. No one wanted to carry someone covered in vomit.
“I need help in my office! Someone get the cleaning staff in there!” he bellowed through the house.
People rushed past us as he walked me up the stairs. We found our way into his bedroom, and he quickly drew me a hot bubble bath. He helped strip me down as I continued to swallow my heaves, hoping and praying I had nothing more to bring up the back of my throat.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I said breathlessly.
Then, Jax gripped my chin he had just cleaned off. “You have no reason to be sorry. You’re sick. Now, let’s get you in a bath and—”
“Oh, God,” I said through the gurgling.
I turned to the side and threw up in the freshly run bath, but the heaving didn’t stop. I heaved so much that my abdomen started to hurt, and I got worried. What in the world had triggered this? What the hell was going on?
Then after a few beats of silence, the heaving stopped.
“I have to admit,” Jax said as he unplugged the bathtub, “I’ve never made a woman come so hard that she started throwing up.”
I swatted at him playfully and tried to laugh, but the jumping of my stomach was too much. All too soon, the heaving kicked in again, only this time it felt different. My hands became clammy, and I started sweating down my back. “Jax?” I asked softly.
He rubbed my back before he paused, feeling how sweaty I had become. “All right, you need more than a bath. Here, let’s get you back to my bed.”
Tears rushed my eyes. “Jax, something is really wrong with me.”
He scooped my half-naked body into his arms. “I know. Let me get you settled in bed, and then I’m going to call an ambulance.”
My lower lip quivered. “I hate hospitals.”
He settled me against his mattress. “You and I both know this isn’t okay. Right? Whatever is going on is beyond the scope of an in-home doctor.”
I gazed up into his eyes and smiled softly. “My hero.”
He brushed his fingers through my hair. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be. You’ve been there with me through so much, and it’s the least I ca—Lily? Lily,no, no, no. Lily!”
