Forever Pucked(25)

I skim the side of his neck. "Do you want that bath now?"

Alex looks up, his gaze stopping briefly at my chest before meeting my eyes. "That'd be nice."                       
       
           



       

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Please."

"Okay, let me warm the water."

"'Kay. I won't fall asleep this time."

I lean down and kiss him softly. "I'll be right back."

I run to the bathroom and check the water temperature. It's barely  tepid. I drain the tub and start over, dumping in new Epsom salts and  lavender, since it's calming.

I strip out of my clothes, toss them in the hamper, freshen up my beaver real quick, and peek around the jamb.

Alex is lying down again. But his entire body isn't on the bed, which is  a good sign. I hope. His feet are still planted on the floor, the upper  half of his body prone on the mattress. When I approach, his eyes open,  and he slowly turns his head.

He groans. It sounds like a word, but I can't be sure.

"Do you need some Tylenol? Or an anti-inflammatory?"

"No. Not the kind of anti-inflammatory you get in a pill, anyway."

I round the bed and realize my anxiety is unnecessary. Alex's sweats are  tented at the waist. I smile, glad my boobs have their desired effect.  "Lift your bum," I order.

Alex cocks a brow, but does what I ask. I hook my fingers on either side  and pull the waistband down. Super MC pops out. He's massive. And his  purple head peeks out of the turtleneck. "Looks like someone needs some  attention."

He nods somberly.

Alex has an intense sex drive. It's been several days since he's had any  relief. I skim the slit with my fingertip; it comes away wet.

He moans. I'd go ahead and lick my finger, because I'm sure it'd drive  him crazy, but he hasn't had a bath or a shower since he went into the  hospital other than me sponging him down. I'm not all that interested in  knowing what his dirty dick pre-cum tastes like.

Later, after it's been soaped up, I'm all for loving on it with whatever  he wants me to. I'm not sure sex will be on the table, considering all  his broken parts, but a beaver can dream.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up so I can do naughty things to your dick."

I don't have to ask twice. Alex sits up with a wince. He has to take a  few shallow breaths before he can do anything else. I gently run my  hands over his thick shoulders, careful to avoid the bruises on the  right one. Alex is built. I've never really been into the alpha guy.  Before him, I always dated guys who focused more on intellectual  pursuits than physical fitness. Being with Alex means I get both.

My boobs are right in his face, which was the whole point of getting in  close. He only has the use of one hand, and his face is beat up, so he  turns his head and presses his cheek against one boob while he kisses  the swell of the other. He closes his eyes and sighs. I let him do the  nuzzle thing for another minute, until his breathing is as regular as  it's going to get. He's also started kneading my ass.

"I'm ready to be your naked nurse, if you're ready for bath time."





9


Sponge Baths



ALEX





I don't care how much my shoulder aches, my balls ache more. I could  probably take care of the situation on my own, but I don't want to. I  want Violet to take care of things for me. And she's so naked. So  perfectly, gorgeously naked.

She holds out a hand, and I take it. It still hurts to move, but I  shuffle along behind her, watching her ass jiggle. Except it's not quite  as jiggly as it used to be. I let go of her hand and grab her ass. It's  definitely firmed up in the past few months.

She squeals and holds her bum. "What are you doing?"

"You been working out?"

"Sunny's been making me do yoga when you guys are away. It's a lot  harder than I thought it would be. It's not all humming and saying  Namaste and pretending to be a tree."

"Is that right?" My sister's a yoga instructor, among other things. "Well, your ass is looking good."

"Don't get any ideas about my ass."

"I was just noticing it looked good. That doesn't mean I want to violate it."

"Liar." She holds her bum cheeks.

She's right. I'm lying. I've never cared about ass sex until I started  dating Violet and she made it clear it would be off-limits forever. She  calls her ass Area 51. So now I've taken to joking about getting in  there, except I'm not always joking anymore. I'm sure she can sense my  infatuation.

But it's not like she has anything to worry about. I barely have the  energy to get my ass to the bathroom, let alone try anything on hers.  Especially anything like that.

I sit down on the edge of the tub and lift one leg over, then the other.  Not having use of one arm makes it tough to stay balanced, and I'm  banged up enough as it is. I don't need additional broken parts.                       
       
           



       

Violet waits until I'm settled in the tub. It's deep, so only the tip of  my erection floats above the water. She sits on the edge, facing me,  and lifts one leg over. I get an awesome view of her pussy. It's too far  away for me to touch, which is completely unacceptable.

I'm so fucking mopey, I'm annoying myself.

She dips a toe in, testing to see if it's too hot. Violet has sensitive  skin when it comes to hot things, and sometimes my jizz. We've decided  suicide wings could be the culprit. She lowers a leg in.

I crook a finger. "Come closer."

She scooches forward until I can reach her ankle. "Is this good?"

I run my hand up the back of her leg to her knee. "Almost."

Her skin makes that wet, rubbery sound when she slides up a little more.  I leave a wet trail as I ease my hand along the inside of her thigh.

She watches my fingers move higher. "What're you doing, Alex?"

I lick my lips, focused on the place I haven't been in several days. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

She covers herself with a palm. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around."

"Have you had an orgasm in the past three days?"

"No."

"So I should give you one."

"Or I could do it," she suggests shyly.

When Violet and I are getting it on, I'm usually the one taking care of  things for her. I like being the one to give her orgasms, and she  doesn't seem to have a problem with me taking control in that  department. She's rather vocal about how much she enjoys what I can do  for and to her. It's great for my ego.

But when it comes to touching herself, she gets stage fright. It's cute.  And sexy. Until she's in the moment, she's a little reserved about the  whole thing, especially if I'm watching. We're working on it. Well, I'm  working on it.

I figure I'm in a good bargaining position. I've had a shitty few days.  So has she. I'm not sure I can manage actual sex. I'd like to, but every  part of my body hurts. So I'm going to use all my leverage to help  Violet get more comfortable with me watching her, and then I'm hoping  she'll want to give me a hand in making at least one ache go away.

"Why don't I get you started?" I offer, walking my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

She scoots closer, like maybe she's on board with that idea. When I get  close to her pussy, she moves her hand aside. I would love to bury my  face in there, but my jaw is killing me, so that's out.

I brush my fingers back and forth over her soft, smooth skin. Her clit is already peeking out, so she whimpers at the contact.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I keep up the tender touch. It drives her crazy, and makes her insanely wet.

"So good," she whispers.

"You miss me?"

Her eyes lift from where I'm touching her. "So much."

There's more in the weight of those words than need. There's fear.

I get it. I share it. But as far as Violet should be concerned, I'm on  the road to recovery. My fears go deeper. There's a lot more at stake  now than bruises and a cracked rib.

I push those thoughts aside, because they take me out of this moment,  which I need more than anything else. This I can control: Violet's  response to me, what I do to her, how I make her feel. I circle her clit  with a knuckle, slow, teasing. She doesn't push me to go faster, just  holds on to the edge of the tub to keep steady and spreads her legs  farther apart.

When she starts to shift her hips, I go lower and ease a single finger  inside. Violet moans my name, and it echoes off the tile. She clamps a  hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

It makes me feel like a teenager again. Except as a teenager I didn't  have to make girls be quiet, because I didn't actually get much of an  opportunity to date.

"Did you lock the bedroom door?" I brush the pad of my thumb over her clit.

She sucks in a breath. "I think so."