“You’re going to give it to me, Bell,” I tell her, pumping harder and harder. “Do you understand me?” I ask, seeing her excitement skirt along her skin in a light blush. She nods but I need words.
“Words, sweetheart. Give me words.”
“Yes, Jesse.”
“Just let your body take over,” I order, as my orgasm hits. My balls tense before I release, sending me over to a whole new world of pleasure. “Fuck,” I curse, heat coursing through my veins. My vision blurs, Bell’s face distorts, as a euphoric release washes over me. I can hear her cry out under me, but my orgasm shuts down all my senses and zones in on the feeling of releasing myself inside of her.
Limbs numb, breath choppy, I find myself slowly starting to move again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make her come with me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying now.
“We’re not finished, baby,” I tell her as she moves her hips with mine. I start to pull out of her, eager for her taste again, but her legs hook around me, keeping me planted inside of her.
“No, don’t leave,” she pants, my finger still stroking her clit. “Like last time,” she says before moaning. My finger moves faster, eager to feel her tense over my cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Bell.” My eyes don’t leave hers, making sure I memorize this picture in my head. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper and I know she’s close. I roll my hips slowly again, my erection never leaving, but eager for more.
“Jesse, I’m gonna…” She moans before throwing her head back. Her pussy milks my cock as she thrashes beneath me, and if I hadn’t just come, I’d be blowing my load again.
“Oh, my God,” she gasps when she comes back to herself. “I never knew it could be that good,” she admits, her face flush from her arousal. I hold back a cheesy remark, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“It’s not always that good, sweetheart,” I state before leaning down and taking her mouth. She kisses me back this time with more confidence and I can’t help but feel proud that I’ve encouraged that in her. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I pull back all of a sudden, needing some space. I’m getting too caught up in her.
“Are you okay?” She shifts when I pull out and roll to the side.
“Yeah.” I move to stand and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I come back and see her still lying in the same spot. Her hair a mess around her, arms slack at her side, I look over her naked body and know she’s nothing like I’ve ever had before. As much as this is all new to her, it’s new to me, too.
“You sure you’re okay?” She sits up, noticing my distance.
“Yeah, I just realized I have to be somewhere.” I look away, feeling like an ass for pulling this shit on her.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I really should get going.” She starts, looking for her discarded clothes and seeing her fumble has me back tracking.
“You want to come with me?” I find myself asking. I really do have to go somewhere. It’s just not a good idea to take her with me. Or perhaps it is. I hardly know what’s right and wrong any more.
“Oh, it’s okay.” She finally finds her panties and steps into them. I stay quiet and watch her movements. How the fuck has no man ever had her? I watch her gather her hair up on top of her head and secure it with a band.
“I’d like you to come with me,” I keep spewing my shit. Jesus, I don’t know when to stop. She turns and smiles, and by God, it almost fucking kills me.
“Where are you going?” she asks, covering up her tits with her bra.
“You wanna see what type of man I am? I’m going to show you.”
“Jesse, I already know what type of man you are.” She shakes her head while stepping into her dress.
“Just come. Let me show you. Show you what I live with.” It suddenly becomes more than showing her so she knows, but showing her so she understands why I keep pushing and pulling.
“Okay, Jesse. But just so you know, nothing you could show me would change my mind.” She sits on the bed and puts her shoes back on. I don’t reply, just quietly wonder if she’ll be saying that when we get there. Every time she gives a little more of herself, a part of me wonders if it could be different. The only way to know is to find out if she really will be okay with what I have done.
Why it matters, I don’t know.
I’ll never be okay with what I’ve done. Why would she?
“What are we doing here?” she asks thirty minutes later when I cut the engine of my bike.
I look around the quiet parking lot of the Rehabilitation Center but don’t go into detail.
“Just come,” I say, needing her to see, rather than be told. She nods and follows me to the main entrance.
“Hey Betty.” I smile to the older nurse behind the reception desk and sign both Bell and I in.
“Ahhh, Mr. Carter, how are you, dear?” She returns my smile before looking over at Bell. “And who do we have here today?”
“Hi, I’m Bell.” Bell steps forward and waves her fucking cute wave. Jesus, everything she does is cute.
“Oh, she’s a pretty one, Jesse. She your girlfriend?”
“No,” I say, looking over at Bell for a reaction. We haven’t labeled our fuck-slash-friendship relationship. I’ve never had someone to call my woman. Never wanted to either. Even if Bell makes me want things I shouldn’t have, I’m not about to claim her now for the sake of Betty.
“Mmmh,” Betty murmurs and I ignore her as I hand over the visitor log.
“How is he doing today?” I ask, aware Betty will know. I’ve been coming everyday the last three weeks. I’m familiar with all the nurses and know his schedule, but sometimes, he can be up, while other times he will be down.
“He had a bad night with pain last night. He might perk up now that you’re here.” I nod, take Bell’s hand and guide her down the corridor to Conner’s room in silence.
“What are we doing here, Jesse?” she stops and asks before I can push open the door.
“I need to show you what I’m responsible for. What I live with every day.” She doesn’t get it right now, but she will.
“Okay, Jesse,” She nods and I turn the handle and push open the door.
The room is dark. A small amount of light comes from the bathroom to the left of the room. I know he’s probably sleeping and he hates being woken, but I’ve had the balls to bring Bell today, so I’m not backing out now.
“You awake, Conner?” Conner’s sleeping form shifts as I flick the light switch.
“What the fuck do you want, asshole?” he yawns, shifting his head into the pillow.
“Language, fucker. You’ve got a visitor.” I look down at Bell, watching her take in the room.
“Umm, hi. I’m Bell.” Bell steps forward when Conner lifts his head off the pillow.
“The fuck, Jesse? Some notice when you bring in ladies, asshole,” he says, then looks back to check out Bell. I don’t blame him. Bell is fucking hot, but I second-guess my decision to bring her here when I see the glint in the asshole’s eye.
“Conner, Bell. Bell, Conner,” I introduce the two with less enthusiasm than I’m feeling.
“Nice to meet you, Bell.” He smiles a crooked smile and tries to extend his good arm out. It takes a few tries before he is able to extend it all the way. Bell steps forward and takes his hand in hers.
“You too, Conner.” Her smile deepens, moving her dimple across her cheek.
“What are you doing here, asshole?” Conner turns his gaze to me.
“Just in the area.” I shrug, not prepared to tell him I brought in Bell to show her what an asshole I am.
“And you thought you would bring in a pretty lady to stare at the freak.” Conner seethes on the word freak.
“Oh, God. No. We would never,” Bell gasps, not understanding Conner and his humor.
“I’m just fucking with you, Bell.” Conner beams his grin back at her. Yeah this was a bad idea.
“Quit looking at her, fucker,” I grumble under my breath, but I know he heard me.