This is a fun story I am writing for Aline.
There is some bdsm and a lot of attitude in this.
Jordyn is stubborn!
This is after his accident. They are at the hospital.
I'm not posting warnings. I write Erotic romance so anything in here is hot or could be.
Zeke looked at Jenn and frowned. “Who are you? You look familiar.”
“I should.” She laughed. “We’ve been friends for years. We had quite a conversation before you left and flipped your truck.”
Zeke winced and cleared his throat. “Could you get me some water and give me some time alone with my wife?”
“Sure.” Jenn grinned and left before Jordyn could protest.
“Okay, we’re alone. You can stop pretending now.”
“Pretending?” Zeke looked at her in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“You really have amnesia?”
“How bad is it? Can you remember anything?” Jordyn pulled away from him and walked over to door. She closed it and leaned against.
“Bad, I guess. I can’t remember anything except you.”
Jordyn laughed but studied him more carefully. “I find that really hard to believe. I’m the only thing you can remember?”
“I remember making love to you in the kitchen, dumping wine on you. Arguing about something, then I left.”
“Do you remember the deer and the crash?” Jordyn couldn’t decide if he was telling the truth or not.
He winced and closed his eyes. His face was paler then when she’d entered. Judging by what the doctor said and what she could see of his injuries, there was no reason to doubt his amnesia. Except how could he remember her and nothing before or after that?
“Jordyn? Please tell me that it’s the lingering fight that is making you this way.”
“I’m back, with water.” Jenn peeked in the room. “Is now a good time?”
Jordyn and Zeke answered at the same time.
“Good.” Jenn laughed and put a straw in the cup before she handed it to Zeke. “Are you going to spend the night here with your husband?”
“Jenn! You know he’s not—” An elbow to her stomach ended her tirade before she could start.
As Jenn dragged her into the hallway, Jordyn glared at her. “What the hell are you trying to do?”
“What the hell are you doing?” Jenn glared back, hands on her hips. “The man has amnesia and you are about to tell him that the only thing he can remember is a lie?”
“But we aren’t married. He can’t keep thinking we are. Things are difficult enough as it is. How long is this amnesia going to last? What if he expects me to perform my wifely duties?”
“So what if he does? It’s not like it would be the first time. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it. What would a few more times hurt?”
“Jenn! And when he remembers? Then what?”
“You cross that bridge when you come to it. Besides, he’s probably not allowed to have sex right now. With his brain swollen like it is, something bad could happen.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t want to pretend to be married to him.”
“Honey, he’s your best friend and he needs you. Are you really going to do this to him?”
Your spongebath, Aline
Jordyn cleaned him carefully, but skipped over his mid section when she noticed how aroused he was. If she touched him now she’d give in to the wicked urges coursing through her body. Hell, why shouldn’t she? He thought they were married, and when he regained his memory she could claim she’d acted under doctor’s orders. That she’d been told to play along to keep him from getting upset and risking never regaining his memory.
Zeke closed his eyes as she bathed him. Jordyn studied him carefully when she cleaned near his broken arm and leg. She returned to his chest and slowly slid the sponge over his delicious eight pack, brushing against his erection a few times. He moved against her arm, but she ignored his silent plea to wash him there.
“I think my chest is clean enough. My nipples are starting to prune.”
A giggle escaped before she could stop it, and it turned into a full blown laugh as she looked up and met his twinkling eyes. She was sucked into their blue depths and lost herself in them. Between the mirth and lust in his eyes and the huskiness of his voice, her defenses crumbled.
“Are you going to finish cleaning me, love?”
Jordyn blinked, then looked back down at the sponge as she held it near his belly button. What the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound. She slid the sponge over his delectable penis, watching as it hardened even more.
His harsh in drawn breath made her decision complete. Jordyn slid the sponge up and down his length before gripping his shaft in her hand while she slid the sponge around his width, over and over again. When he thrust up into her hand and the sponge, she shifted her attention to his balls and gently wiped them with the hot soapy water.
“Jordyn, I think you’re torturing me on purpose.”
“How’s that?” She tightened her fingers around him and squeezed.
Zeke moaned and tried to thrust into her grip. “Damn woman. You’re worse than any torture I know.”
“Oh. You want me to stop?” She released him and dropped the sponge back into the water. She picked up a towel and began to dry him.
“Lord, woman. Why’d you stop?”
“You said I was torturing you.”
“But in a good way.”
Jordyn smiled and continued to towel him dry, taking her time drying his erection.
“Okay, I take that back. Not in a good way. Dammit, Jordyn.”
“But you were in a serious accident. You must ache all over. How can you even be this hard? Doesn’t the pain dull your need for sex?”
“I don’t need sex, woman. I need you!”
“Sorry, Zeke. You really need to rest and recuperate.” As she spoke she cupped his balls and rubbed the towel underneath them.
When she looked up into his face, she giggled and relented. She wanted to taste him in the worst way. She’d even daydreamed about giving him a blow job. Now she had the perfect opportunity. Why waste it?
Before he could guess her intent, she leaned down and licked the tip of his penis. A drop of precum teased her tongue as she ran it along the slit. She moaned against his shaft, feeling his answering shudder under her.
“So tasty,” she whispered as she slid her hand up and down.
His hand fisted in her hair as she drew him into her mouth. Sounds of his pleasure were barely audible as she worked him, gently at first, then harder as he tightened under her.
“Oh God. Your mouth is like heaven. I’m not gonna last long.”
She paused and looked up at him. “You aren’t supposed to.”
Wow, michelle! This sounds very good. Aline is a lucky lady to have you writing a story for her.
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