The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Mom, Dad, where’s my mom and Dad?’" A little girl’s sobbing faded in my ears as my eyes opened.

There was that mechanical beeping sound again, grating on my ears, making my stomach curl, ready to hurl the eggs and bacon I had for breakfast.

My eyes blinked rapidly, catching the ceiling of the hospital, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.

Wait, was I on a hospital bed? I shot upright, swinging my legs off the bed quickly, wanting to be away from the disgusting bed sheets and this place.

Never again. After my parent’s death, I had been confined to a bed in a hospital for three months. I couldn’t remember most of it, but the smell, God, the smell always got to me every time.

The smell of death, people dying in the next room over, children, adults, everyone. My parents were gone and I was the only one who came out of that freak of an accident, listening to Meemaw’s wailing every night, afraid that I would be next.

I was not doing this. I was halfway to standing when a deep voice came from my left.

"Get back in that bed."

I spun a little too fast, blurring my vision slightly, but I knew that voice. Finnegan Wolfe was on his feet, jacket gone, his shirt untucked, green eyes wide as he gazed at me. Well, that was new. He had never looked at me like that before.

"I’m fine," I slid the rest of the way off the bed. "I’m completely fine, sir-"

He crossed the room in four strides. I backed up half a step before my heels his hands came up on either side of me, caging me against the bed. "Get in the bed," He rasped, a stern look on his face. "I will not ask again."

"You’re not asking now," I pointed out, irked that he thought he could tell me what to do.

It was his fault I had fainted in the first place; he brought me to a freaking hospital! Then that nurse came saying stuff about blood being everywhere and it was all my brain could conjure up. "You’re telling. And I told you, I’m fine."

"You were unconscious."

"For how long?"

"For six minutes." He spat, his voice softening slightly on the edge. "Get back in the bed, Abigail."

The bed was behind me. I was caught between him and it, and he was too close, his arms brushing against my sides, too warm.

The smells that made my stomach curl, faded away in the background and all I could smell, was him. The warning bells went off in my head. Where was the doctor?

"Mr. Wolfe, I’m fine. If you’re done with your checkup, can we leave?"

"No," The brute said flatly.

I tilted my chin up, scoffing. "You can’t be serious?"

"I must look like a fucking clown then, don’t I?" He spat. "Dr Hale stepped out for a few minutes. He’ll be back to check on you-"

"Maybe I don’t need a doctor," I teased, raising my my fingers to his chest, brushing over his buttons slightly up to his throat. A warning bell rang in my head. "If you were the one checking up on me, I’d happily get in the bed,"

"Get in the bed, Abigail," His eyes dropped to my mouth briefly, and took their sweet time, moving back up to my face. "Don’t make me tie you to it."

The warning bells rung even louder as an image of him tying me up, his very naked body above me, my wrists pinned to the headboard as he sunk his thick cock into my pussy, stretching my pussy like I had ached for him to do last Friday, filled my head

I tilted my head up another inch, my lips mere breaths away from his, daring him, willing him to kiss me. His Adam apple bobbed rapidly when my hands moved from his chest up his neck and I whispered in a low sultry tone. "You can’t make me,"

Those emerald eyes darkened the way they did when he was Ares. He did not like to be challenged. He leaned down slowly, brushing his lips lightly over mine before skimming his nose down my jaw, the side of my neck, all the way down to my collarbone.

My breath failed when his lips grazed my skin. Then his tongue pressed flatly as he traced a hot long lick up my neck. I groaned, my hand fisting the bedsheets.

"You have no idea," he murmured against my neck, "the things I can make you do."

Oh, sweet lord in heaven, yes. I had nothing to say, but even if I did, his lips found mine and the pent-up want of weeks collapsed all at once, flooding through me like the gates had been ripped apart. I couldn’t remember why I had to stay away. I didn’t even want to remember why.

He groaned against my mouth, plunging his tongue deep, stroking my tongue against his. His hands moved to my tits, palming me through the thin fabric.

Every responsible thought fizzled out of my head. I needed to touch him. My fingers ran greedily up his arms, around his neck bringing him even closer, crushing his mouth to mine.

My ass hit the bed and he moved along, panting, tugging at my shirt. I reached between us and found his cock, hard and straining through his trousers. He made a sound low in his throat when I squeezed, his hips jerking forward, his forehead dropping to mine.

"Abigail."

I tightened my grip and he cursed, cupping jaw, holding my eyes while his ragged breath whipped against my face.

I reached between us and found the buckle of his belt, my fingers working it loose. The button popped aside, I dragged the zip down and slid my hand inside his pants, wrapping it around his cock.

A soft moan left my lips. His scorching hot, iron hard cock throbbed hotly as my fingers barely closed around him. My pussy clenched with pure, desperate want.

"Christ..."

I stroked slowly, the heat of that thick, throbbing shaft pulsing against my palm. His hips rolled forward chasing my grip, a rough exhale left his lips.

My thumb dragged over the swollen head and he hissed through his teeth, his whole body going rigid.

"Don’t stop." He growled, dropping his mouth to mine, claiming me with another one of his hot, wet kisses. "Don’t you dare stop."

I squeezed at the base of his cock and dragged upward, feeling him twitch and throb against my palm, leaking at the tip. His fist gripped my hair tight at the back of my skull as he devoured my mouth.

I tightened my grip and stroked him again, my pussy aching to be filled, to be pounded and stretched. "Finn,"

"Yes," He growled, burying his face in the corner of my neck.

"Please," I whimpered, stroking him harder. "I need...Finn, I need,"

"Anything, fuck, Abigail, anything,"

"I need you to- "

The door opened cutting me off.