CHAPTER 6
Hunter
Marco clucked his tongue as I wheeled him back into the VA building the next day. The shipment of weapons had come in earlier without a hitch, and I was happy that I was able to grab Marco with enough time to make his appointment. At least he wasn’t resistant to going back there and I had a feeling that Kylie had something to do with it. She had managed to make him feel comfortable, without acting pitiful. She had treated him with respect and he had been able to sense that she genuinely wanted to help him. Kylie Aston was definitely good at her job.
Marco pushed open the door of the physical therapy room with his foot and I saw Kylie instantly. She was standing over her desk, reading the ledger she had been writing on the previous day and once again, I felt an electric shock run down my spine when I saw her.
She looked up when she heard us enter and then shut the ledger close with a thump. The action made some of her curls fly in front of her face, and I couldn’t think of anyone else who had looked this beautiful before.
Kylie was in the same scrubs as the previous day. Nothing was different about her appearance other than the color of the shirt that she was wearing underneath. Also, her green eyes looked brighter, less tired today and maybe I was imagining it, but there was more color on her lips. Like she had put on a colored lip gloss today. Was Kylie trying harder with her appearance? Now that she knew I was going to turn up? There was no harm in fantasizing, I thought to myself.
She had the same kind smile on her face as she walked towards us.
“How are we doing today?” she asked, in her genuinely polite tone and Marco smiled at her. I realized that Marco was smiling more now since he had met Kylie. One of the other positive effects she was having on him!
“Are we ready to get started? I don’t want to keep you too long,” Kylie said and she took the control of the wheelchair from me and walked Marco towards the levers. I noticed how she hadn’t greeted me and how she was trying to avoid my eyes. I was getting the sense that Kylie was trying to keep her distance. She was resisting her attraction to me, which only made me want her more.
I stood at the back as I watched the two of them together. Kylie helped Marco out of his wheelchair and on to the levers. Just like the previous day, Marco had to put in his full force to be able to balance himself using the levers. But he wasn’t giving up yet and Kylie encouraged him to take the steps, one at a time.
Marco was clearly in excruciating pain, and I knew that he was a fighter. But the fact that he was pushing himself so hard also had something to do with Kylie. I knew that he wanted to impress her, for her to think more highly of him. And if that was going to help him get better, then who was I to divert his attention from her? After all, didn’t I want my friend to get well?
But the more I watched Kylie, the more I couldn’t help hoping that she would look at me again. She was concentrating on her patient though, she had barely looked at me once since I arrived and I could feel myself getting desperate for her attention.
I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I stood there. There was nothing else for me to do but to stare at her. I had to have her. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t do something about it. I had already endured one entire day of thinking about nothing else but her.
Even when I went with Gunner and Tank to the warehouse, to take care of the shipment; I felt like a zombie doing work mechanically. If I was hungover, I couldn’t feel it. If I was bored, I didn’t know it. All I could think about was how angry my cock was that I wasn’t inside her. It was like my crotch had a mind of its own and it had taken complete control over the rest of my body and mind.
I saw Kylie and Marco laughing. They had fallen into a natural comfort in each other’s presence as they worked. The more I watched them, the more I could see the marked difference in Marco’s demeanor. The man wasn’t as enraged as he was ever since his injury. Neither did he look depressed and he spoke casually, making jokes and flirting lightly with Kylie. And as glad as I was that he was in the capable hands of a therapist like her, I also couldn’t help but want her at the same time.
This wasn’t just about Marco anymore, this was also about me and what my cock wanted. And it wanted her.
I had no idea how long I’d been standing there, staring at her move and work. It was only when she started helping Marco on to the wheelchair and began bringing him back towards me that I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes had just flown by, and I had done nothing else the entire time other than stare at Kylie and fantasize about her.
“Just one day and your friend is already making amazing progress,” Kylie said, in her usual airy light voice and I felt my cock move in my pants again. Marco in his wheelchair was beaming at me too.
“Kylie’s signed me up for a support group,” Marco’s voice interrupted my thoughts and when I looked at him, I saw that he was still beaming. Marco wanted to go to a support group? It was as ridiculous as flying pigs. He must have seen the shock on my face, because he tried to justify his actions immediately.
“Kylie thinks it will help me cope. There’s one in half an hour. Will you drop me there, man?” he said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“If Kylie thinks it’ll help,” I said and looked at her. She had been staring at me, and now her cheeks flushed but she held my gaze.
“Marco needs to surround himself with people who will understand what he’s going through,” she explained. “Not that you’re not being an immense help to him already,” she was quick to add and I nodded at her.
“I know my limitations,” I said to her and Kylie looked away from me and at Marco again.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days, Marco. Take care of yourself,” she said to him and Marco already started wheeling himself out of the room, leaving me behind. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from Kylie, especially since she was looking at me too. Almost like she was trying to tell me something.
I wanted to tell her something too. That I wanted to fuck her. That I wanted to know just how tight her pussy was. Kylie’s lips fell open and a glazed look came over her eyes. It was like she could hear everything I was thinking, and like she agreed with it all. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
Turning on my heels, I followed Marco out of the physical therapy room. I had managed to stop myself just in time from saying more than Kylie wanted to hear.
***
“What are you doing?” Marco asked me, when I joined him outside. He was wheeling himself without any help from me and he tried to keep pace with me as I hurried towards the doors of the building. I felt like I was about to burst. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to not grab Kylie and kiss her.
“What are you talking about, man?” I asked him, without looking at him and ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
“You look like you’re going to get blue balls if you don’t do something about this shit storm you’ve created for yourself,” Marco was zooming himself with me and we both burst out through the doors of the VA. I needed the fresh air and I gulped in a lung full. Blue Balls? I had never known what that felt like before, but clearly Marco did.
“I’m driving you to your fucking group meeting thing, whatever it is,” I snapped at him in frustration and immediately regretted my tone. Marco clearly had bigger problems in his life than I did. All I was going through was a desperate need to fuck a woman I couldn’t have.
Marco however, seemed unaffected by my tone of voice. He followed me to the car and I popped open the back door to help him in. When he sat down on the seat and just when I was about to shut the door, he stopped me.
“Just drop me there and get back here, Hunter,” he said, with a look of complete seriousness on his face.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked him, in a quieter voice now.
“You know exactly what I’m saying, Hunter. The two of you would have ripped each other’s clothes apart if I wasn’t in that room,” Marco said with a smirk now and I ran a hand through my hair again.
“She’s your therapist,” I told him, gripping the car door tightly with my hand.
“Does that matter?”
“She’s supposed to help you get better. I don’t want to screw this up for you,” I told him, glaring at Marco in the eye. He let out a small laugh and then shrugged his shoulders.
“You are both adults. I’m pretty sure the two of you can handle a quickie without letting me meddle in it,” Marco said, the laugh still lingering in his voice. I shut the door on him and got into the driver’s seat.
As I started the car, I could see Marco staring at me, the grin still on his face as he watched me.
“Just get back there, Hunter. She wants you. All she could do was keep herself from looking at you the whole time. Maybe she’ll work better once she’s been laid,” Marco said with another laugh, and I wanted to snap at him again, threaten him to not speak of Kylie that way, but I remained silent.
What I was feeling for Kylie wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Marco or anyone else. I was at war with myself over it. My need for Kylie was reaching a level of obsession and I knew Marco was right. I had to have her for this to be over. Even just a quick fuck would do, I just needed to feel her body. But if she didn’t want it…
I drove Marco towards the address he had given me for the group therapy. I could sense him looking at me through the rearview mirror but I tried to avoid meeting his eyes. If he had seen it, Kylie would have seen it too. She would know exactly how much I wanted her. And yet, she had done or said nothing to indicate that she wanted the same thing. I was trying to convince myself that Marco was wrong about what she wanted.
At the address, I parked the car outside the community center and then helped him get out of the car.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said to me knowingly and without another word, I got back in my car and drove. I was breaking every rule of the road. Fuck speed limits. My cock was the one doing the driving.
***
I could hear my shoes crunching on the floor as I walked down the spotlessly clean hallways of the VA. The door creaked when I pushed it open and I saw Kylie sitting at her desk in the physical therapy room. She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and for some reason she didn’t look surprised when she saw me. It was like she was expecting me there or was hoping I would come back.
I didn’t say a word to her when I stepped in. With my eyes still on her, I twisted the key in the lock and walked towards her.
“Do you have any more appointments today?” I asked her, in a low deep voice and she only shook her head in response.
I walked around the table, and stood over her, staring straight into her eyes till she finally parted her lips to speak. But she said nothing, only licked her lips till the glossy moisture on them made them shiny.
I lunged at her with my full force and our lips met with a sizzle. I grabbed her jaw with a hand, kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and she moaned lightly. I was towering over her, kissing her wildly and her chair creaked with my weight, arching backwards as I kept her body in position.
Kylie was kissing me back, tipping her head sideways so I could get full access to her mouth. No woman before her had tasted this sweet and my tongue plunged into her mouth. She was moaning still, her eyelids fluttering as she kissed me back and her hands travelled up and down my arms.
Scooping her by her waist, I lifted her up from her chair and it crashed backwards to the floor. Gently, and pulling my lips away from her mouth, I placed her on her desk and stepped away from her. Her eyelids were heavy and her pupils were glazed. She was breathing heavily as she sat there, slightly in shock and with her freckled cheeks flushed.
“I’m going to rip your clothes,” I told her in a deep grumbling voice and I thought she would object. Instead, she thrust her breasts out towards me, inviting me to do what I had just threatened her with. I had to force my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the V neck collar of her scrub-shirt. I clutched it then ripped, the cloth came apart easily and I pulled it down till it fell away. She was in a thin blue cotton shirt. Her breasts were as large as I imagined them, nearly popping open the buttons on her shirt. I grabbed the collar and started pulling it apart too.
Kylie gasped when her body was revealed to me. She was in a sexy white lace bra, through which I could see the pale pink outlines of her nipples, they were standing up erect now. Our eyes met and I noticed how her lips were hanging open again, she was in a sort of daze, just like I was.
“I want to see you naked,” I mumbled under my breath and then she reached for the clasps on her back. I watched in absolute awe as her bra came away and fell down to her waist. Her deliciously full breasts bounced into view, her thick nipples were achingly erect and yearning for my mouth. She was sitting on the desk, her legs dangling off the edge and she had pressed her thighs together.
I stepped towards her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered from my touch and I pushed her legs apart. Now I could wedge myself between her thighs and I pressed my throbbing erect cock to her warm pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading, through my jeans, through her pants.
Kylie arched her back away from me, tipping her head back so that her tight blond curls fell down like a gorgeous golden waterfall behind her. Her breasts were presented upwards now to me and I had no choice but to reach for them.
I held her by her bare waist with one hand, pulling her closer to me. And my other hand reached for her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it and directing her nipple to my mouth. When I started sucking on it, she moaned again. She shuddered. She tasted almost fruity as I sucked, toying with her nipple with my tongue. Sucking, nibbling, lapping at her skin like a hungry dog. I wanted to taste every inch of her body and her breasts were a good place to start.
Kylie wriggled with pleasure in my arms. Her hands reached for my head and she weaved her fingers through my hair, holding me in position while I remained latched on to her breast.
“Oh, my God…” she breathed in a hoarse whisper as I continued to suck, slowly and tenderly. I had never wanted to take this much time to taste a woman before. Even though I knew we didn’t have much time, I was in no rush.
When I finally broke away from her nipple, I watched her as she kept her eyes closed, still moving sensually in my arms.
“You’re fucking delicious, Kylie. Just like I imagined you,” I said and a flicker of a smile entered her eyes. She wasn’t saying much, she was just trying to communicate with her eyes.
I touched her flat belly tenderly, feeling the softness of her skin as my fingers trailed down her torso till I reached the elastic of her pants. She gasped again, from the anticipation of having me inside her. And once again, when I looked at her face, I realized that I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted more than just a quick fuck. I wanted this to last forever! Fuck! What was happening to me!
I dug my fingers down her pants, inside her lace panties till I had reached the hot swollen entrance between her legs. She was slippery wet and throbbing and Kylie moaned again. Her clit was already swollen, her folds were juicy and sticky and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking her.
She moved in my arms again, closing her eyes quickly shut as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her hands were gripping my shoulders, like she was afraid she would fall over.
“I want to watch you come,” I said, staring at her and Kylie’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she looked like she was frightened. Like she didn’t know what would happen if she had an orgasm in front of me, but then she bit down on her bottom lip. She was telling me she was ready.
My cock was already prepared to explode. I could feel it tenting in my jeans, struggling to be exposed, to feel the soft flesh of her pussy tightly around it. But instead, I slipped my forefinger into her and Kylie gasped again. Her nails dug into the flesh of my back as she pressed herself more closely to me.
Both our breathing was heavy and mingled as I thrust my finger deeper and deeper inside her. She was tight and juicy and I could feel her body shuddering. With my thumb, I kept stroking her clit to submission, while my forefinger slid in and out of her. Kylie was moaning now, trying to muffle her sounds by biting down on her lip. Her breasts bounced with my every thrust and I didn’t stop.
Soon, my middle finger joined the other one, and I pumped into her with force. She might have seemed delicate and soft on the outside, but I could already tell that Kylie Aston liked it rough. She was enjoying my fingers plowing into her and she moved her hips to match my rhythm. I kept my eyes on her. I wanted to see every second of her orgasm taking over and from the way her eyes looked, how her body shook…I could tell that it wasn’t too far away.
“Come for me, princess,” I said, leaning into her ear. When she heard my voice this time, her breathing became harder. It was obvious that she was losing her self control. Her clit throbbed under my thumb and I kept stroking her, deep inside her pussy, searching for that spot in her which would finally trigger her orgasm.
I nibbled on her earlobe and breathed in the citrus scent of her shampoo. She moved and moaned till a sudden cry escaped her lips. She was about to come.
I moved so that I could look into her face as she came. Kylie was clinging on to me tightly as her body shook with spasms. I could feel her juices dribbling out of her and pooling in my palm, staining her panties and pants. She was orgasming with force, biting down on her lip, the veins on her neck popping up as she tried to control her screams.
Kylie was gorgeous when she orgasmed and I could feel myself growing addicted to that glazed pleasured expression on her face. I wanted more. It hadn’t even ended yet and I already wanted to see it again. I hadn’t met a more polite and kind girl before and yet, she was a fox when it came to sex.
I didn’t stop stroking her clit or her pussy till her breathing finally began to subside. When her eyes flew open, she smiled…a half dangling smile like she wasn’t sure of what had happened in the last few minutes.
I could feel her juices sticking to my fingers and slowly I started extracting my hand out of her pants.
Immediately, Kylie looked embarrassed. That courageous expression on her face, which I’d seen when I had my hands inside her pants; had disappeared. She was embarrassed of what she had just allowed me to do.
I stepped away from her, thrusting my sticky hands into the pocket of my jacket. I watched her as she quickly started putting her bra back on, and then her shirt.
“You uniform is ruined,” I said, following her every graceful movement with my eyes. Kylie blushed again, and kept her eyes averted.
“I have a pile of them in my locker. It’ll be fine,” she said, in a soft gentle voice. Her legs were still dangling off the edge of her desk, and I wondered if anyone would know that she had just had sex in her office.
We had spoken so little before this. I hardly knew her at all and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. In these situations, I usually just left or made sure the girl left as soon as I had come. But in this case, I hadn’t come and I didn’t just want to leave. Everything about being with Kylie was different and new and strange to me.
When she was dressed, our eyes met again. She jumped off the desk and ran a hand quickly through her messed up curls.
“Do you know PJ’s?” I said, before I could stop myself.
“The bar?” she asked, a look of surprise had entered her eyes.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you there at eight,” I said and I turned and walked to the door. She hadn’t said anything, but I could sense that she was staring at my back.
If she didn’t want to see me again, I didn’t want to hear the words.
I unlocked the door and walked out of the physical therapy room. The hallway was deserted enough, and only the friendly receptionist smiled at me distractedly but I didn’t smile back. I was still reeling from the effect that Kylie’s orgasm had on me.
Outside the building, I felt the hard strain on my pants and I tried to adjust myself. My cock moved angrily in my pants.
Shit.
I should have just taken her when I had the chance.