"Want me to stop so you can check?" I'm about to withdraw my fingers, but Violet covers my hand with hers.
"Your mom's washing dishes; she'll be a while, right?"
"Yeah, probably."
"I can be quiet." Violet's eyes roll up when I curl my finger, and her teeth press into her lip so hard she turns the skin white.
"You sure about that?"
She grips the edge of the tub and reaches out with her foot, her toe catching the door. It closes with a quiet click.
"Okay, we should be good." She skims my wrist with tentative fingertips, and moans softly when I add a second finger on the next slow thrust.
I'm so hard. The head of my cock is visible, water lapping at it. If I had a free hand I'd stroke it. But that one isn't working too well, so it'll have to wait.
The next finger flutter makes Violet cry out. I'm still rubbing her clit with my thumb, and it's not the easiest thing to do.
"You can help me out if you want." My voice is all gravel.
Violet's eyes roll back down, and she gives me a demure smile. "I love helping you out."
The hand that's been resting on the base of her throat starts the descent. She pauses at her right boob. Biting her lip, she glances at me, and then down at her perky nipple. It's hard, because she's excited. She circles it with a manicured nail. It's painted red, with a tiny little team logo, and my number is on the next one. A few chips mar the edges, she hasn't had time to get them redone, because of me being in the hospital.
She gives her boob a squeeze and pinches her nipple, glancing up at me and then away just as quickly. She continues over her stomach until she reaches the crest of her pelvis. Then she slides two fingers between her wet, swollen lips, capturing her clit. Watching Violet touch herself is the only thing I like better than doing it myself.
She's tentative at first, as expected, but as she gets more comfortable, she makes tight, aggressive circles, rubbing faster and harder than I do. I add a third finger, in case there's a possibility I can provide another kind of relief after she comes. The hot water is easing some of my aches, as is getting Violet off on my fingers and hers.
Her moans get louder and more frequent. Then the chanting starts; this time it's a low fuck me on repeat. "Oh, shit, Alex." Her mouth drops open as ecstasy crosses her perfectly stunning face. She comes all over my hand.
I wait until her shoulders sag before I ease out. Then I lick my finger.
"Oh, God."
"It's as close as I'm getting to eating you until my jaw heals, so at least I get a taste."
"When you're ready, I'm happy to sit on your face."
"I'll be taking you up on that offer really damn soon." Violet shivers, and I extend a hand. "Get in with me."
She glances at the head of my cock, bobbing under the water, and back up at me. "Where should I go?"
"I'll move over. You can straddle me."
"Your legs don't hurt? You've got some bad bruises." She runs her thumb back and forth over my knuckles.
"Just be gentle with me." I wink, even though I'm kind of serious.
Violet holds on to the towel bar and sets her foot beside my hip. The slip guard isn't in the tub, though, so she doesn't have traction. I put my good hand out, afraid she's going to topple over, but she manages to stay steady. We both breathe a sigh of relief. She's extra careful as she settles her weight on my thighs. It doesn't feel too bad, probably because she's sitting close to my cock, and I know I'm going to be touched by some part of her soon.
She leans forward, bracing a hand on either side of my head and kisses me. "Thank you for taking care of me. Can I take care of you now?"
I cup her cheek and trace her bottom lip. "Please."
"Such good Canadian manners." She kisses me again, slipping her tongue inside my mouth as she rubs up against my cock. Maybe I can deal with sex. I want it. Her. I want in her.
She moans, and I know she can taste herself. Eventually she breaks the kiss and sits back. She doesn't rest much of her weight on my legs, which is good, because she's right, there are a shitload of bruises.
Violet grips the base of my cock and runs her fingertip across the slit at the tip, over and over, around and around. I groan. The touch is too soft. My cock kicks in her palm. I wrap my good hand around hers and tighten her grip, guiding her strokes.
"You need to come so bad, don't you?" she whispers in the voice that makes me want to take her back to the locker room and repeat that entire event, minus us getting caught at the end.
"I really fucking do."
"Do you want me to use my hand, or do you think it would be okay … " She trails off, uncertain.
"If you take it easy, we can def-" I don't even get to finish the sentence before she rises. She rubs my cock over her clit and goes lower until the head disappears inside her.
"Oh, fuck."
"Don't worry, I don't expect you to last long."
I grip her thigh and close my eyes as she sinks down, hot water replaced by even hotter skin. "That's good, because I won't."
As soon as I'm inside her, I want to start thrusting, but that's not a great plan, unless I want to hurt worse than I already do. Violet holds the edge of the tub with one hand and the towel bar with the other as she starts to roll her hips. It feels fucking amazing. I reach up and fondle her boob.
She does all the work, because I really can't help out much other than holding her tit. She doesn't seem to mind. She keeps moving over me, slow and easy. Eventually she leans in and braces her weight behind me. Her nipples graze my chest.
"I really needed you like this." Her lips touch mine.
"Me too, baby."
"I was afraid I was going to lose you," she says softly, her voice cracking.
I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, smoothing my thumb along the ridges of her spine. "I'm right here."
"Don't scare me like that again." She kisses me, not letting me answer, which is good, because that's not a promise I can make or likely keep.
Her kisses are as soft and slow as the way she's loving me. I'm so close. I don't think it's even been three minutes. "Violet … "
"I love you." Her nose brushes mine.
I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, kissing her as I groan her name. I try not to tense up, but it's impossible with the way the orgasm punches me in the spine. It actually feels like it's punching me in my cracked rib, but I block out the pain so I can focus, as least for a few seconds, on the pleasure.
Violet doesn't come again, which I don't like, but I also don't have the ability to control that right now. She doesn't move when I'm done. Instead she smooths her fingers through my hair and kisses me with the same languor we made love with. Or that she made love to me with, because I sure didn't do a whole hell of a lot. Still, even that exertion has wiped me out. I don't particularly like that either.
"I should probably wash you, eh?" she asks after a while.
"I can do that myself." I stroke up and down her side, intentionally grazing her boob with each pass.
"Where's the fun in that?" She doesn't get off me. Instead she grabs her body poof, squirts my body wash on it, and starts at my neck, working her way down my arms and chest. While it sucks to feel like shit, and I'm not a fan of being incompetent, it's nice to have her take care of me like this.
When she's done with my upper body, she lifts off. I've gone soft, but I'm still disappointed. Usually I'd be able to get hard again by now and go for round two, but my dick is slower to recover than usual, like the rest of me. At least the water is still warm, so there's no cold shock.
"Give me a sec." She gets out of the tub and towels off. Grabbing the red robe with my number on the back from the hook, she puts it on and ties it loosely at the waist. Violet owns a lot of red clothes now. And she looks amazing in them.
She kneels on the mat beside the tub. Her nose wrinkles, and then she smiles. "You do realize you're bathing in your own jizz, right?"
I laugh and then cough-groan at the sharp jab in my side. "Thanks for pointing that out."
"Apparently it's a great moisturizer." Violet takes care of the bottom half of my body, paying lots of attention to my dick, which eventually makes me hard all over again. It's a relief that I haven't lost the ability to do that, too. She takes care of it with her hands this time. When I warn her I'm about to come, she doesn't grab the washcloth. Instead she covers the head with her mouth and swallows.