I moved my good arm up, to cup the back of her head, and I pulled her face closer, so I could show her how she needed to be kissed right now. Her lips parted the instant mine touched, so I wasted no time, sliding my tongue against hers, as I crushed her against me.
Her soft moans, as she kissed me back, were fucking agonising. Because even this wasn’t enough. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to cradle her petite body beneath mine, so I could drive my cock into her, and drive out all of the bad inside of her. Replace it with love and pleasure, and me.
And despite everything, despite the pain I was in, I could feel that my cock wanted in. For the tenth time, I cursed Seb Bennett in my mind. Thanks to that utter prick, I couldn’t offer Julie the comfort she needed. Or could I?
I pulled back from our kiss, reluctant as fucking hell to do it, but with my mind firmly focused on what would happen next.
“Julie, can you do something for me, please?”
She nodded at me; her eyes wide.
“Will you please help me get upstairs? To my bed?” She gasped, pulling away from me.
“Oh my god, you’re right. You need to rest! I’m being so needy right now.”
I gripped her wrist, before she could withdraw completely.
“You didn’t let me finish, little angel. I want you to help me get to bed, and then I want you to sit on my face, so I can make you feel better.”
Her face flushed red, and she gasped. “I…”
I squeezed her wrist a little. “I can’t give you what you really need right now, with so many parts of me not working right… but I know that I can make you feel really good with my tongue. Please let me?”
She looked doubtfully at my face. Pointed. Fuck.
“Yeah, you know what? Doesn’t even hurt now.” I reached my good hand up, dropping her wrist, and tore away the sticky bandages, screwing them up in my fist. Fuck… okay, it hurt a little now.
She shook her head. “No. I can’t let you do that. But, I’ll help you get upstairs, and I’ll help you freshen up, undress, whatever. And then I’ll go home.”
I was shaking my head. “No. No, you can’t go home. Please. I need your help tonight. Look at me. I can barely move on my own.” It was the only way I could think of to get her to stay. And I really wanted to make her come. But she was right… she couldn’t sit on my face right now, and my dominant arm was out of commission.
I tilted my head at her. “What about if you make yourself come while I watch, little angel? Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She gasped again, getting up from the sofa.
“I can’t. Look, I’ll stay, but only if you agree that we just sleep. The… The voice won’t let me do anything more tonight.”
“Whose voice is it?” I asked, watching her mouth drop open.
“Why do you assume it’s someone I know?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Your mum? Your dad? Someone else?” She looked away, biting her lip.
“Mother. She always knows exactly how to destroy me, with just a few words.”
Fucking bitch. “Well, we’re going to work together to shut her the fuck up for good, okay? As soon as the good parts of me work, I’m going to spend so many fucking hours making you scream with pleasure. Because you deserve pleasure, and you’re going to fucking get it.”
Her tiny fists clenched for a moment, and then she offered a tiny smile.
“Okay.” Okay? OKAY?? “Fucking right, okay.”
And then we started the agonising journey from the sofa to my bedroom. I couldn’t convince her to ride my face, but I did coax her into sleeping beside me all damn night long.
I was woken by my phone ringing, and cursed with pain as I reached for it, fumbling it, knocking it onto the carpet. “Motherfucker!” I growled, trying to sit up.
“I’ll get it.” Julie whispered, clambering over me to get down on the floor and collect it. It had stopped ringing, but as she passed it to me, it started again.
“Thank you, little angel.”