Chapter Six
Two days later
“I’m dying,” Daniel said.
Elizabeth put her bag and jacket down on the table, and moved toward Daniel. He’d called her an hour ago, and told her how sick he was. Clearly, when he was taking care of her the sickness had spread to him, and he looked awful. Placing her hand on his forehead, she winced at how hot he was.
“You’re burning up.”
“I feel like I’m dying.”
“How long have you been like this?” she asked. It was a little past two in the afternoon, and she’d cut classes as soon as she got his call.
“When I woke. I wasn’t this bad, so I went in. I figured a few painkillers would ease it all.”
Helping him up, she tried to support him and wished she was a little stronger. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
“You didn’t need to come. I was just letting you know that I couldn’t please you tonight.”
“I’m not a sex-starved woman, Daniel. Besides, you took care of me, and now I get to take care of you. Where’s your bedroom? You’ve got a lot of doors.”
He laughed. “My place makes yours seem like a little box. I say that without any offense at all.”
She smiled. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that my place is very small.”
“But your place is very homey. If you wanted you could stay at our apartment. I own the place, and you wouldn’t have to worry about rent at all. I warn you, I’d spend a lot of time there.” He groaned. “I hate being ill. When I’m like this, I don’t have that magical filter that I’ve always been blessed with, and so I just speak, not really thinking about what I say.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t have any reason to tell anyone what I hear, so you’re safe and sound.” She winked at him, and he laughed, groaning.
“I’m sick, Elizabeth. Don’t think I don’t know that I’m not allowed to call you Lizzie either. I noticed a couple of people calling you that.”
She didn’t dispute him. Helping him into bed, she tucked him in and stood back. “I’m going to go and make you some soup.”
“I like soup. It makes me feel so much better.”
Before she could move out of the way, he leaned over the bed and threw up all over her clothes and onto the floor.
Closing her eyes, she tried not to react to the stench of vomit.
“Ew, gross, I’m so sorry. How did you cope with this? It just likes to come out, and I have no control over anything. It sucks. I hate it.”
“I was camped out near my toilet, and I don’t have far to walk. May I borrow some of your clothes?”
“Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. You’re not going to find me attractive in the least.” He curled up in a ball, and slowly Elizabeth walked into his bathroom. She put the water on and stripped down, leaving the items in the bottom of the tub.
Once she was clean, she grabbed a robe, noticing how soft it was against her skin, and entered his bedroom.
Daniel had fallen asleep, so she found a pair of jogger pants and a large shirt, quickly pulling them on.
While he slept, she cleaned up the mess and found a couple of scented candles. She wondered if he’d entertained any women here and if the candles were the remains of that.
A sharp bite of jealousy rushed over her, and she gritted her teeth, reminding herself over and over that she couldn’t fall for him.
This was a sexual agreement, and even though he’d taken care of her, it meant nothing.
Daniel didn’t want love.
He wanted sex and companionship when he was bored.
She found the laundry basket and placed everything inside before entering his kitchen.
Staring at the luxury that he lived in, she began to gather ingredients to cook.
To her a roasted chicken soup was the way to go.
There was a recipe she’d tried where it simmered for a couple of hours, but she didn’t have that time. Finding some chicken thighs, she seasoned them up, drizzling with oil, and placing in the oven to cook while she began the soup base.
Chopping up a variety of vegetables, she found a large pan, some seasonings in the small spice cupboard he had, and soon she had everything organized. Once the chicken was done in the oven, she quickly chopped up the chicken, adding it to the pot.
This was where she left it simmering. Checking on Daniel, she saw he was fast asleep, so she grabbed some of her textbooks and started to get to work, getting through half of an assignment when she heard him moan.
Quickly leaving her work, she rushed toward him.
He was sitting up in bed.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Not so much. What is that smell?”
“Do you not like it?”
“It smells lovely.”
“It’s a roasted chicken noodle soup. I’ve just got to add the noodles. I’ll go and do that now.”
The noodles were a quick-cook kind, so after a few minutes of cooking she was already ladling out a bowl.
Like Daniel had done for her, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to feed him.
“I like this,” he said.
“What?”
“Being taken care of. I like being looked after, and I have to say, Elizabeth, you’re a beautiful sight. I love seeing my clothes on you.”
“It’s nice to see that illness doesn’t stop your compliments,” she said.
“I’ve got a lot more to say where that comes from.” She loved the wicked glint she saw in his eyes. “I love how tight your pussy feels when I’ll filling you. You get so wet, but that doesn’t for a second stop how tight you get. Love how you pulse around me. Half the time I have to wonder if I should make you come with my dick inside you, or before.”
She pressed her thighs together. “You’re not playing very fair at the moment.”
“Are you wet for me now?”
“You need to be resting.”
“I know, but I also like to know when I’ve done what I wanted to do.”
“Yes, I’m wet.”
“That’s good. I like it when my woman is all wet for me.” He kept on eating, and she was aware of his gaze on her at all times.
“You’re making me nervous.”
“I like watching you. I don’t think you realize that.”
“You barely know me.”
“It doesn’t take me long at all to realize what I like and what I dislike. Don’t worry, baby. You’re in the very good like.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re making me sound like a questionnaire.”
“You have no idea how pleased I am that I saw you on that website.”
Elizabeth paused, glancing over at him. “You are?”
“Yeah. I know a couple of men who use it, and they’re not worth your time. Believe me. They’re not the best fucking men alive. They’d screw you and pass you over for the next model.”
“Not you?”
“Not me. I like you, Elizabeth. Most of the time women are falling all over themselves to please me. You’re not like that. I enjoy talking to you.”
“I happen to like you, too.”
“Why didn’t you take the rose I gave you?” he asked.
She frowned.
“The first day we met I gave you a rose. You didn’t take it with you. Why not?”
“Oh,” she said. “I’m allergic to them. I love roses. I think they’re the most beautiful flower in the world, but I can’t have any. They bring me out in hives, and then there’s sneezing. Just the one, I’m okay with. I can handle one, but only for a short time. When you left I was sneezing, and I had to take some allergy medication.”
“Ah,” he said.
“It was a really beautiful rose, though. I know another woman picked it up, smiling.”
“I had no idea you’re allergic to roses.”
“To most flowers as well. It’s a good thing I don’t like gardening.”
He finished the soup, and she got up to leave.
“Come back. Stay with me.” He patted the bed beside him.
“I will. I want to clean this mess up.” She paused in the doorway and reached behind it, grabbing a metal mixing bowl she’d found. “Do you think you could use this to vomit in?” she asked. “It wasn’t that easy to clean the vomit out of the carpet.”
He groaned. “Crap, I totally threw everything up on you, right?”
“It wasn’t pretty. I noticed you don’t have anything I can do the laundry in. What do I do with it?”
“I have a cleaner who picks it up and does all that. I’ll make sure your clothes are cleaned. I promise.”
She chuckled. “I’m not worried about my clothes.”
“You’re a woman who knows how to take care of everything, don’t you?”
“I’ve been doing it a long time now.”
She didn’t stay to linger, and sure enough, ten minutes later as she was portioning the soup, she winced as he began to throw up again.
****
Three days later
Daniel still felt like death. The sickness had really knocked him down, but what surprised him was Elizabeth. She didn’t leave his apartment. She served him soup, helped him take a bath, dressed him, changed the sheets.
She was amazing, patient, and so damn sweet.
Not once did she complain about spending time with him, reading through his e-mails so that he could at least do some work. She answered his phone, took notes, and everything was completely in order.
The only time she’d left was to get some change of clothes. He didn’t mind her walking around naked, but he understood.
“How are you feeling today?” she asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“I’m doing much better. Are those pancakes?” he asked.
“I saw a box of premade mix that was getting close to its use by date. I figured why not. The syrup’s just heating up.”
She wore another shirt and a pair of jeans. He was starting to see a constant pattern here.
“Do you own any other style of clothes?” he asked.
“Nope. I’ve got different colors, though.” She shrugged. “Clothing has been an unnecessary luxury. These have lasted me for two years.”
“I like the way your ass looks in the jeans. Most of the time you hide that, though, with those hideously long shirts. Can’t you get something that shows your figure off?”
He saw a flash of hurt cross her face, and he cursed.
“I’m not complaining. You’re a sexy woman, and I like to see your curves on display.” He paused, thinking about all those young men she went to college with, and who she served at the coffee shop. “Forget it. I don’t want anyone else to see what I’ve got.”
“You go a mile a minute. It’s hard to keep up.”
“I don’t share very well. I like looking at you naked, and seeing your body, but I don’t want anyone else to see it. So scrap everything I’ve just told you. You’re mine.”
“I’ve got no interest in anyone else. I promise.” She flipped the last pancake, placing it on a plate, and he watched her drizzle some syrup. “Do you think your stomach can handle the calories?”
“I’m hoping so. If not, I can vomit right back into my trusty metal bowl.”
She carried their plates to the table, taking a seat beside him as he sat at the head.
He noticed there was a small pile of notes beside his plate, and he pulled them closer to him.
“Those are phone calls I’ve taken from your PA, and also from a couple of colleagues.”
He glanced through them, seeing that a lot of them could have waited.
“You really are efficient, aren’t you?” he asked. “Do you want a job?”
She laughed. “No, thanks. Half of that stuff confused me. I like to have my brain intact.”
“I promise it wouldn’t take long for you to pick everything up.”
“I’ll stick to studying,” she said.
He finished off his pancakes, and even though his stomach felt a little tender, he didn’t think he was going to vomit, which for him was a big win.
“I think you should go back to bed to rest.” She helped him go back to his bedroom, and he may have been faking it a little.
He enjoyed Elizabeth’s care and attention. She tucked him into bed, and the shirt she wore gaped at the front, letting him get a good view of those large tits that he loved so much.
“Don’t leave me too long. I’m dying here.”
She rolled her eyes, and he listened as she put everything away.
His dick wasn’t that sick, as it was already thickening just at the sight of her breasts.
He’d not had sex in over a week, and he was desperate. Like a horny little teenager who couldn’t handle himself. It was pitiful.
Minutes passed, and she finally entered his room once again.
The curtains were open, and she opened a window to allow some fresh air inside.
“You know, I really want to fuck you right now.”
Her gaze was wide as she looked toward him.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do.” He shoved the blankets off him, and pulled down his pajama bottoms, letting her see the length of his dick.
The tip was already leaking pre-cum, and his balls ached with the need to spill his cum.
“What do you want me to do?”
The shirt couldn’t hide the hard pebbles of her nipples, or the way she pressed her thighs together.
“Get that chair, and move it closer to the bed.”
She positioned the chair exactly where he wanted it.
“Now, strip. No one can see in the room. I want you completely naked.”
She removed her clothes, folding them up.
“The underwear, too. Everything off. Not a stitch of clothing on you.”
Once she was naked, he got her to turn so that he could admire her body. She was so fucking beautiful. He really had gotten lucky that day he checked out the site.
She wasn’t everyone’s idea of sexy with her curves, rounded stomach, and soft ass, but he loved her body. He could grab onto her hips and pound away inside her without fear of hurting her.
“Sit on the chair, and I want you to spread your legs, open wide, and let me see exactly how wet you are.”
Elizabeth sat on the chair, spreading her legs so that they hung off either side of the arms of the chair. With the position she was in, the lips of her pussy spread open, showing him how wet and slick she was, her cream coating the lips of her sex.
“Slide a finger through your slit.”
She stroked a finger across her clit, and he watched her cunt tighten at that little touch.
Wrapping his fingers around his length, he began to massage from his balls up to the tip, and back down again, pulling back his foreskin, exposing the bulbous head. More pre-cum spilled from his dick, and he used it moisten his shaft, making it easier to play.
“Push a finger inside that pussy. Let me see you take it.”
She slid a finger within, and he wished more than anything that it was him sliding inside her.
“Add a second finger.”
She did.
“Fuck yourself. Use your other hand, and stroke your clit as you fuck yourself.”
Daniel watched, unable to look away.
The sight of her pleasuring herself was a beautiful thing, and he worked his cock, feeling his arousal building with every passing second as she teased her body. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her bare, tight cunt wrapped around his cock.
“When I’m better, I want to take you without a condom. We’re both clean, and there’s no risk of pregnancy. I want to fill you with my cum, and watch you take it all.”
She whimpered, and he saw his dirty talk drove her arousal higher.
He smiled, liking that.
“Would you like that, taking my cock deep, and me spilling every drop of my cum inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.
His balls tightened as his own release went to a whole other level.
“Yes.” She screamed the word, and he watched as she fucked her pussy and rushed over the edge.
“Fuck, baby, that is so fucking beautiful. So sexy, and I want you, baby.” He groaned, his own orgasm spilling onto his stomach as he came.
Neither of them spoke for several seconds, and slowly, like always, Elizabeth was the first one to move.
“No, come here,” he said. He didn’t want her to leave.
She hesitated but took a step toward him.
He took hold of the hand that had been fucking her pussy, and bringing her fingers to his lips, he sucked them clean.
“You taste so good.”
She took a deep breath, and he was sure she was going to say something, but instead, she stepped away from him and went to the bathroom.
Not for the first time he wondered if he was getting under her skin.
You don’t want that.
No love.
Just sex.
When it came to Elizabeth, he was finding that he wanted to do more with her. It wasn’t just the sex for him. There was so much to enjoy about their conversations.
No matter what he seemed to do, though, she kept this barrier between them.
Don’t ruin it.
This was the first time in a long time that he actually enjoyed spending time with a woman, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin that.