Page 43 of A Damaged Soul
I didn't think that, when the doctor said no strenuous activity, it would literally mean NO STRENUOUS ACTIVITY. Elle was insistent on following the doctor’s orders, and I was going insane watching her strut around either at my place or hers in nothing but booty shorts.
"You're killing me, beautiful."
With her hair in a messy bun and a tight tank top on, Elle was every man's wet dream.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
And the fact of the matter was she probably didn't because Elle didn't realize the effect she had on men. Especially me.
"You keep bending over like that, and I'm going to be forced to forget the doctor's orders."
They were bullshit anyway. I had been through worse and had to continue going. The fact Black was benching the team while we all healed was bullshit. My boss was getting soft in his old age.
"It's only been a few days since you were released, you can't do anything that's going to jeopardize your ribs healing. Besides, I'm simply cleaning. How the hell can you find that attractive?"
"I find everything you do attractive. You could stand there in a nun's outfit, and I would still want to bang you."
I adjusted myself where I sat on the couch and tried to get more comfortable. Quite a feat, considering I was rock hard.
Elle watched me with keen eyes that lit up like the Fourth of July when she saw my tented shorts.
"Keep looking at it like that, and we are going to have problems."
Broken ribs be damned. I would gladly suffer through the pain if it meant I got to sink into her wet heat.
"I'll make you a deal."
I could get on board with deals.
"Go on, I'm listening."
Elle looked back at my crotch and licked her lips. If she was thinking what I was thinking, then I was definitely on board with her deal.
"I'll suck your dick if you promise to just sit back and do nothing."
I nearly choked at her blunt statement.
"I can't let you get me off without returning the favor."
Elle sauntered her sweet ass across the living room and leaned down to whisper in my ear while she brushed her fingers against my aching cock. "That's the deal. Take it or leave it."
Oh I was going to take it all right. But I was going to make sure she got off at the same time.
I lifted my ass up ever so slightly and shimmied my basketball shorts down my legs, freeing my cock.
Elle looked at me with hungry eyes and a Cheshire Cat smile as she dropped to the floor on her knees.
"Here. Put this down to kneel on so you don't hurt yourself." I handed her one of the designer throw pillows that I never knew what to do with.
"Such a gentleman." She winked at me but did as I asked.
"Wait!" I stopped her before she could grab ahold of me. "Take your shorts off." I explained further when she popped her brow, "I want you to play with yourself while you get me off."
There was a twinkle in her eye that said she enjoyed what I was suggesting. Standing back up, I helped Elle yank the itty-bitty shorts down her lean legs and tossed them across the living room.
I barely had the chance to lean back before Elle had her lips on me and was sucking my cock with vigor.
"Oh God." I threw my head back against the couch and groaned.
