Chapter Two

Noah

 

She yelped. The sexy nurse chatting away while checking me out didn’t scream when I touched her, but just let out a tiny little noise. It was cute. But when I opened my eyes and took in her sexy features, my cock went hard. Her hair was all tangled up in a bun, but a blonde curl had come loose and hung down the right side of her cheek.

 

And she wore glasses. Not some wire-rimmed bullshit, but cute, thick black-framed glasses that completely made her look like she belonged walking the stacks of her local library. And the librarian look did it for me.

 

Big time.

 

“D-did I say that out loud?” she asked.

 

I tightened my grip on her wrist when she tried to pull away. “Yeah, sweetheart you did,” I replied with a grin.

 

“You’re awake,” she added, like she’d only just realized it.

 

I’d been awake most of the day, but I wasn’t ready to deal with the nurse and doctors and all the fucking questions. But this girl, this nurse; I couldn’t ignore her being in my room anymore. She smelled like spicy vanilla. And her voice. Fuck she had a sexy voice.

 

“Yeah, I’m awake.” I pulled her toward me until she leaned on the bed. “Now, about what my hands can or cannot do to you.” I struggled to sit up, but once I was upright, I found myself only a kiss away from her face.

 

“You should lay back down.” She tried to push me back, but her delicate little hands couldn’t budge me.

 

I almost laughed at her attempt. After two deployments in the desert with nothing much to do between missions other than work out, there was no way this girl was pushing me anywhere.

 

“I’m good,” I said, scooting my ass back and sitting up straighter.

 

When I let go of her wrist, she took a step back but didn’t run from the room. I suppose that was something. Most girls who don’t already know me get a look of panic if they end up alone with me.

 

“Someone will be in here soon.” She looked at the monitors.

 

I turned my head. The usual beeping and bouncing lines. “Then maybe you should lock the door.”

 

“Why would I do that?”

 

“So we can talk. In private.” I needed information. Had my bike been found? Had the bags been searched? Exactly how fucked was I?

 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She shook her head, but her tongue darted out and ran along the bottom of her lip. To have that pink treasure move up and down my cock… I almost groaned but managed to keep it together.

 

I threw back the hospital blanket and tossed my legs over the side of the bed. Crooking my finger, I signaled for her to come closer. She shook her head, that pretty curl bouncing when she did, but she still stepped closer.

 

“Good girl.” I grinned and grabbed her arm again, pulling her up against my knees. I felt the heat of her skin through the paper-thin material of her scrubs. Brushing the curl away and tucking it behind her ear, I brought my lips down to hers. Not touching, just hovering. Her lips parted, that fucking tongue licking the bottom lip again.

 

Fuck, she couldn’t know what she was doing to me.

 

“Did my bike get found? Is it okay?” I asked, still within kissing reach.

 

“Uh, yeah. But it’s pretty much demolished from what I heard.” Her warm breath washed over my face.

 

I needed to taste her.

 

“You been the angel taking care of me?” I rubbed my nose against hers.

 

“No, that was another nurse,” she whispered.

 

“But you’re here now.” I slid my hand behind her neck, holding it tight. This girl wasn’t going to get away from me. Not until I had a taste.

 

“I—” She seemed to lose her thought.

 

Instead of helping her along, I pressed my lips to hers, taking her little groan of surprise into my mouth and thrusting my tongue forward to dance with hers. Fuck, it was like kissing heaven. I intensified the kiss, sinking my fingers into her messed up bun and pulling on her hair.

 

She didn’t cry out, but instead, leaned into my kiss.

 

When I pulled away, I kept my hand gripping her hair and looked down at her. Swollen lips. Red cheeks. Dilated pupils. Damn, she couldn’t have been more glorious.

 

“Go lock the door,” I ordered, releasing her.

 

“Why?” She took a small step away from the bed.

 

“Because we don’t need an audience for what’s coming next.” I nudged my chin toward the door. “And if you do what I say like a good girl, you’ll get a sweet reward.”

 

She opened her mouth like she was going to be naughty and deny me, but then moved to the door and locked it. I noticed her shoulders drop and she took a second to breathe before she turned back around. This was new for her. She’d never just obeyed some strangers demands, and I would bet my bike she’d never let a man kiss her like that before either.

 

“Good girl.” I crooked my finger again. “Now, come here and lower those pants. Leave your panties. I want to take those off.”

 

Her cheeks reddened. “I can’t. I mean… no.” She shook her head and folded her arms.

 

Cute. She thought I was giving her a fucking choice.

 

“No?” I laughed. “Now that’s not being a good girl. And I like my girls sweet and obedient. If you don’t do what you’re told, how can I fuck you until you come so loud the hospital falls down around us?”

 

“We can’t do that. I mean I don’t even—I’m at work.” She took a small step toward me. “And you’re hurt!” She pointed to the bandage on my arm.

 

I shook my head. “A scratch.”

 

A deep fucking scratch that burned like hell when I moved my arm. Yet it didn’t match the pounding in my head or the soreness in my ribs. However, all of that combined couldn’t compare to the ache in my cock. I needed this woman.

 

And I would have her.

 

“Come here.” I lowered my voice, keeping an even level on the pitch. She needed to know I was serious, and she needed to get her sexy ass closer to me.

 

She glanced back over her shoulder before finally obeying me. She probably didn’t understand why she did it. Hell, I’d seen that look on girls’ faces my entire adult life. They didn’t know they had a submissive side or they were in complete denial. This girl had no fucking idea how wet her panties could get just by being my good girl.

 

Once she was close enough, I snagged her by the hips and pulled her to stand between my legs again. “Take off this top.” I flicked the neckline of her scrub top. “I want to see those tits you’re hiding.”

 

She looked back at the door again, so I grabbed her chin and dragged it toward me, forcing her eyes to find me. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Just on me.”

 

With a small nod, she pulled the top off, showing me her round breasts – they were still covered. Didn’t matter. I cupped them, feeling the soft lace beneath my rough, calloused hands. Pink. Sweet. Just like her. For now.

 

Yanking the cups downward, her breasts popped free, and I sucked one dark pert nipple into my mouth and bit down. She groaned and pushed against my shoulders. I pulled off.

 

“You don’t want to hurt me, do you, sweetheart?” I asked, with a wink. Scooting back on the bed, I managed to get the fucking hospital gown off of me and patted my thighs. “Get those pants and panties off and get up here. I want you to ride me. Hard, sweetheart. Real hard.”

 

She shoved the scrubs down and kicked them off one of her feet. Still with her shoes on, and her pants dangling from one of her legs, she hopped up on the bed and straddled me.

 

Fuck. I could smell her pussy. Needing a touch, I reached between her toned legs and found her slick and hot for me. She was clean-shaven, just one little strip of blonde hair trailing up from her mound.

 

She moaned when I found her clit, my finger circling it in sensual motions, over and over again, until her chest heaved and her hips began to gyrate into my hand. This girl was pure heaven. I could still see the hesitation, the innocence just below the surface, but we were getting somewhere.

 

I couldn’t wait anymore. Maybe it was the way she smelled, or how seductive her innocent smile was, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I needed to get my cock in her hot little pussy now. I gripped her hips and positioned my cock at her entrance.

 

“Look at me,” I demanded with a growl, and her wide blue eyes met mine.

 

In one swift, powerful thrust I entered her. Not giving her a second to adjust to my girth, I held onto her hips and drove upward again.

 

“You’re… Oh… Hell… Your ribs,” she said in a jumbled whisper. “Let me.” She shoved my shoulders. I let her have her way, but only because she leaned forward and stuffed those glorious breasts in my face, then began to bounce on my cock.

 

Up and down, up and down. I felt her pussy clenching around my shaft, driving me forward to the edge. Too fast; she took me there too quick. I usually had more control than that, but for some reason, this girl was different. She was turning me on in ways I couldn’t remember any other woman accomplishing.

 

Sliding my hands between our bodies, I found her swollen clit again. “Lean back.” I gave her a shove and waited until she obeyed before I moved my hand. Once she arched her back, and her tits were in full view, I rubbed her clit harder while fucking her in a slow rhythm. “Do you want to come, sweetheart?”

 

“Oh, yes, yes.” She rode me harder, grinding her pussy into me with each new stroke.

 

“Beg pretty, sweetheart,” I ordered, keeping my self-control intact.

 

“Please, uh… Midnight. Please. Please let me come. Please. I’ll do anything.” Her head tilted, exposing her neck.

 

I wrapped a hand around her throat, careful not to pull on the thin chain she wore. “Anything?” She had no idea what she was agreeing to, but I didn’t give a shit. I never said I was a good guy. Hell, I don’t think I even told her my fucking name.

 

“Yes. Please.” She began to grind harder.

 

“Pretty please?”

 

“Yes!” she gasped out. Her attempt at fury made me laugh. Even when she was being adorable, she was being fuckable.

 

“Say it, sweetheart. I can’t let you until you do.”

 

“Pretty please. Please. With a fucking cherry on top!” She smacked my chest and kept riding. If she were my girl, I’d throw her over my knee for slapping me like that, but she wasn’t my girl. She was just my nurse. My fucking hot nurse that was scratching an itch.

 

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pussy drip down my cock.” I sat up enough to grab her nipple with my teeth and sucked.

 

She cried out, and I covered her mouth with my hand to stifle the cry – last thing we needed was some night security fuck checking in on us. Her pussy gripped me hard, and the flood of juices ran over my cock, dragging me right into my own ecstasy. Letting go of her mouth, I grabbed her hips and held her tight as I drove up into her, over and over, until every last bit of my orgasm receded.

 

Throwing myself back against the pillows, I gulped in air. I’d fucked women before, with plenty of one-time encounters, but when I opened my eyes and found her staring down at me, with those surprised, overwhelmed eyes, I didn’t ignore it. Not this time.

 

I pulled her down to my chest, wiggling my hips until I was free from her pussy and she rolled to my side. I kissed her temple and let her settle into my chest. She’d never done this before. I knew it, she didn’t need to say it. But she’d done it now.

 

With me.

 

“Now, about that anything you owe me.”