Dare Me Alternate Chapter 32:

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Lochlan

5 days later

“I’m not complaining, but I really don’t think that’s appropriate clothing for a nurse.” My arm drapes off the bed, and I squeeze Stella’s ass in a pair of painfully revealing boy shorts.

“And what exactly do you think I should be wearing? A slutty candy striper dress?” she asks with a scoff while changing my bandage.

“Is nothing an acceptable option?” I grin.

She rolls her eyes and laughs. “I’ll have to ask HR.”

Since we returned to June Harbor two days ago, she’s accumulated a small hospital’s worth of wound care and made a color-coordinated calendar for my medications. When I said I could manage by myself, she told me not to be “a fucking idiot.”

Done with the bandages, she hands me two pills and a glass of water. I quickly throw them back, then wrap my arm around the back of her legs and pull her close. Stroking the crook of her knee with my thumb, I ask. “What do you say, a réalta?”

She leans into the bed, and I can see the desire in her face. I think I’ve got her, then she pushes away, shaking her head as if to clear the lusty thoughts I know are in there.

“I say that I just changed your bandage, and I don’t want you tearing a stitch and getting them all bloody.” I groan as she crosses her arms, pushing her tits together under the small, loose tank top she’s wearing.

I sink into the pillow supporting me. “I’m dying here, baby.”

She lifts her chin defiantly, but her eyes keep dropping down my bare abs. “You’re not dying.”

I chuckle and smirk. “I almost did.”

“Do you want some sort of conciliatory blowjob?” I love how hard she tries to act annoyed.

I tongue my cheek and scorch the length of her body with my gaze. “Only if you sit on my face while you do it.” She narrows her eyes, and I add, “You don’t even have to take off your shorts. I’d be happy to suck on your clit through them.”

She takes a step closer. I try to hide my grimace as I sit up half-way. But she catches it and lifts her brow. “I won’t rip a stitch, promise. Now stop coddling me and get on my fucking face.”

Sitting on the bed by my thighs, she pulls the sheet down my legs with a sly smile. My skin tingles in starving anticipation. As she tugs down my briefs, her fingers barely graze my skin and yet, it feels like she’s poured gasoline on a fire. Her shorts are next to go.

Her hand circles the base of my cock, and her sweet amber and whisky eyes meet mine. Without breaking our gaze, she leans forward and lets saliva spill from her mouth. My dick thickens as I watch it slowly drip from her pursed lips. When it hits my tip, it’s the most excruciating yet electrifying tease of what it will be like being in her mouth.

“Fucking dirty,” I curse, my voice rough and textured.

She begins to swirl the spit up and down my shaft with her hand and my jaw tightens. “Fuck, baby.” I groan, “You make me feel so good.”

“I love how desperate you are.” She smirks devilishly. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

“’Cause you drive me fucking wild.”

“I like making you crazy.” She moves to straddle my legs and proves her point by licking me balls to tip. “I live for the moment you lose control.”

She licks me again, this time closing her mouth over my head for just a second. My blood thrums. “When you turn into an animal and fuck me like one…”

She swirls her tongue over my frenulum while stroking my cock with her hand, pausing to say, “I’m dripping just thinking about it.”

“Jesus.” I grit my teeth, and it takes an absurd amount of restraint to not jump out of this bed and fuck her on her hands and knees. If I hadn’t promised to not tear a stitch, I would. I don’t care if I reopened all my wounds. I would happily bleed out if it meant I could give it to her how she wants it. I inhale deeply through my nose, then beg, “Please let me taste you. Slide your fingers into that hot little cunt and give me a taste. Please.”

Her eyes grow hooded as she lifts onto her knees so I can watch her slip two fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning softly. She brings them to my mouth, and I greedily suck them clean. She coyly takes them back.

With her taste still on my tongue, she wraps her lips around my cock. Electricity zaps up my spine as she sinks down and takes me deep in her throat.

“Fuuck.” I close my eyes and make a hoarse, husky sound. She slides her mouth up and down and rolls my balls in her hand. My injuries burn as I squeeze my abs when the pleasure gets too much. “Be my dirty girl and play with yourself, baby. I want you enjoying this as much as I am.”

She mewls her aquiesance. The vibrations from the sound amplify the feeling of her wet tongue and tight throat. They only continue as she slides one hand between her thighs and plays with her pussy. Each moan intensifies the tension in my groin until I’m nothing but a panting dog.

I swallow the ball of lust in my throat to be able to speak. “Ride me, baby. I need you to ride me right now. I need to come inside you.”

With a heady look in her eyes, she stops sucking me and repositions herself at my hips. She bites her lip as she grips my cock and puts my tip inside. “I need that too, Loch,” she whines, then tortures us both as she slowly sinks down.

She pauses at the hilt and rolls her hips in very small movements, moaning. “You feel that? We fit together so perfectly, me and you. I can’t imagine it any other way.”

Slowly, she begins to ride me and my heart blazes at her words more than anything. “So fucking perfect, Stella Mae.” And I mean more than just this moment, more than just her body. The way she grounds me, makes me feel and treasure my mortality because until death comes for me, my one life is hers.

She arches her back, placing her hands behind her on my thighs. The jewelry on her nipples presses against the fabric of her top. My mouth waters to suck one between my lips, but sitting up like that would be too much strain. Instead, I reach out with both hands.

“Un-uh.” She grabs them at the wrist and pins them at my side. “But you can watch and tell me what to do.”

I concede immediately. “I want to see you, baby.” She pulls her shirt up above her tits without taking it off. My teeth dig into my lip. There’s something so sexy about the disheveled look, like she’s too frantic, too hot to disrobe properly.

“Now pinch one of your nipples, pull on the ring and rub your clit with the other hand.” She goes to do it, and I order harshly, “And don’t fucking stop riding me. Work that pussy up and down my cock.”

She sucks in a full breath, then follows through. The feel of her silken heat stroking every inch of me makes it hard to remember my own name. Her inner walls flutter, and I taste blood from biting into my lip.

“Pinch one nipple until it hurts, until you can’t take it anymore, then do the same to the other. Again and again, a réalta. I want you aching.” She squeezes around me, and I chuckle headily knowing it’s because she can’t wait for the pain.

Soon, her moans become desperate. Pleasure is moments away from flooding my bloodstream. She fucks me more forcefully, grinding down. “That’s it, use my cock to make yourself come, pretty girl.”

“Oh god—” she keens, and her pussy clenches.

“Fuck, yes,” I say through gritted teeth as my orgasm comes crashing just below the surface.

“Are you going to fill me up, Loch?” she whimpers, and it topples me over the edge.

“Take it—fuck—every drop, a réalta.” I groan loudly, spilling deep inside her.

She calls my name as she joins me on this side of euphoria. Her pussy strangles my cock as she comes, and the thought of her body fighting to pull more cum from me is almost enough to make me come again.

She’s about to fall forward when she catches herself before putting weight on my injuries. Instead, she rolls off me and to the side. Her skin is slightly sweaty, and the chorus of our heavy sighs only adds to the blissed-out feeling. After a few moments of satisfied silence, she turns onto her side. Careful not to hurt me, she kisses the under spot of my jaw. A soft, flutter of a kiss that makes me melt.

I roll my head to the side to look at her. She’s curled on her side with a smug smile. “What?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“Nothing,” she says innocently, “just thinking about how much I love you.”

Even though it’s not the first time hearing them, her words fill every part of me with pure, sweet contentedness. I can’t help it. I roll over on top of her, wrapping her in my arms tightly and peppering every inch of her face with kisses.

“Lochlan,” she screams, “your stitches!”

“It’s okay, I have a really hot nurse,” I chuckle into her neck and the bright sound of her laugh fills the room before she pushes me off.

She sits up on her knees and inspects my bandages. They’re all just as white as before. She looks at me pointedly while fighting back a smile. “You got lucky, don’t do that again.”

“Sure thing, boss.” I grin like a mad man, still feeling on top of the fucking world.

She hums her doubt while grabbing the remote from her side table. She tucks back into my side cautiously and turns on the TV above her bed. Without twisting my torso too much, I reach over to my side.

I sit back up and toss a bag of sour gummy worms in her lap as Kevin from The Office talks about his famous chili. She looks at me, twinkling. “Where did these come from?”

I smile out of the corner of my mouth. “Didn’t I say I’d always take care of you?”