Page 34 of Keeping Her Under
But what he meant to say is I need to avoid the runner – the nurse dashing between Ms. Lila Reeds’ room and a crash cart to grab supplies as needed. Given she’s a VIP, she’s located pretty close to a cart, so I doubt the runner will notice me at all. Especially not when they’re on the other side of the unit, with all of their attention on the dying VIP.
My pulse quickening, I pick up my pace. I’m not waiting the two minutes Ryan suggested; that’s two minutes wasted when I could be with Summer. And I know that I can slip in before the code blue team even gets here. With the desk currently unmanned, it’s a piece of cake.
Her room welcomes me, the glass door opening with barely a sound, the curtain falling still again as soon as I’m on the other side. I keep the lights off, moving like a ghost through the dark so as not to draw attention to my presence.
As I wait for my eyes to adjust to the low light, I shoot Ryan a text, warning him not to disturb us.
Then I walk over to Summer’s bed.
Climb into it from the foot end.
And slide my head under her hospital gown.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Until there it is.
Her pretty, unguarded pussy.
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Burying my nose in her pussy, I inhale deeply. It doesn’t smell like much at the moment –nothing but clean skin– but soon it will be musky with her cum. And mine.
Running my hands up her legs, I feel the hairs that have grown since the last time I touched her like this. My breathing turns shallow as I spread her pretty lips wide open. And now I can smell it – my old cum nestled inside.
Groaning, I rub my lips against hers. I kiss her sweetly, slowly, taking my time as I suck her into my mouth before releasing her again. My nose brushes her catheter, and I pull back a bit, careful not to dislodge it. Salivating with the need to lick her fully, I spit on the top of her pussy and watch it run between her lips.
“You’re mine, Mrs. Slader,” I murmur as I lean my head back down to her pussy. Writing her name out with my tongue, I brand the taste of her into my mind. This is what the gods speak of when they talk about ambrosia. What the artists mean when they create love letters to their muse.
She’s being so open and vulnerable to me right now, giving me every part of herself on this silver platter of a hospital bed. “I’ll give you the world in return,” I promise as I kiss my way down her leg.
If she needs a house to hide from the world, I’ll build it – until I burn down whatever is making her afraid to go outside. If she wants to write her own dark romance, I’ll bind her a notebook out of her boyfriend’s flesh and carve a set of quills from his bones.
As my lips touch upon her ankle, I glance over at the briefcase I’ve left on the floor. The lingerie set I sewn for her is in there, dirty and stained with my cum from a few days ago. I want to see her in it. I hope to hell it fits; I haven’t sewn since I was a kid, patching up our clothes.
Crawling off the bed, I’m careful not to upset any of the wires or tubes coming off her. I open the leather bag and pull out the lacy underwear. The dark-blue fabric looks black in the dim light, but the streaks of cum from multiple loads are unmissable.
My heart pounding in exhilaration, I lay them on the bed, then slowly undo the ties of her hospital gown. Taking my time, I nudge the sides open. My breath catches as I stare at her beautiful, heavy tits.
I groan as my orgasm rips through me. My knees buckle, catching me off guard, and I nearly fall on top of her, but I catch myself at the last second. My pulse spikes in fear. My head jerks up to look at the door. Then at the monitors documenting her vitals. Did I accidentally nudge her heart monitor? Will Nurse Grayson rush in here now, nudged on by the other nurse at the station? Or will he be smart and stay the fuck away?
My entire body is tense despite the pleasure still rippling through my cock. It spurts the last bit of its load into my boxers, making a sticky mess in my hairs.
The seconds tick by, each one a scratch against my nerves.
My heart climbs into my skull, pounding like the heavy footsteps I’m almost certain I can hear.
Any second now…
Any second, someone’s going to come in and rip me away from her.
Nurse Grayson perhaps? Or the police...
But the doors stay shut.
