Stuck In Hell With My Enemy

Chapter 32~

"When? When did your feelings for me start?" I let go of his lips and he looked back down at them before sighing deeply and pushing himself away from me. I am assuming he needed space to get himself together before answering my question.

"A couple of years. It started when you and I were training those newbies two years back." My eyes widened and I didn't know what to say.

"You- you liked me for two damn years!?" I bellowed and he winced.

"Jesus, my ears. Yes, I've liked you for two years." He scratched the back of his head, and he looked awkward as hell in this moment. Like he wanted to run away, and I don't blame him. This is the most awkward situation we could be in. We both found out we have feelings for each other and there is nothing we can do right now since we're in a damn hospital and I'm still healing.

I look over and the bulge in his pants is obnoxiously obvious. I know this is a bad time, but I run my hand over it, and he jumped from my touch but didn't move away.

"What are you doing?" I shrug and I press my palm down harder on his dick and he hissed in pleasure.

"We may not be able to do much, but this much... I can do." I began to un-buckle his belt and I open the zipper on his pants so I could pull down his briefs and let his dick spring free.

I bite my lip at the sight, and I spit on my hand before running my hand up and down his cock. He groans and I could tell he wanted to return the favor, but he's going to have to wait until I'm done with him before he could think about touching me. The slick from my saliva makes moving my hand up and down a lot easier, so I'm able to do it as quickly and as slow as I want.

I move my hand slow up... and down... and he keeps thrusting his hips up to meet my hands, and every single time he does that, I move my hand even slower up... and down...

"Clara... princess please." He begs and I feel a rush flow through me at the one simple word... please. He is begging for me to move faster. His cock is angrily screaming at me for the quick movements, for me to rub it faster until he cums.

"You want me to move my hand faster?" I finally look up at him, after watching his cock this whole time in awe, and he looks like he's in pure agony. His hand is gripping the side of the bed frame and his teeth are clenched together. That must hurt.

"Please. Yes, please." He whimpered and I smiled before pumping my hand faster up and down, making sure to pay extra attention to the angry tip. I rub my thumb back and forth on his tip and he moans out at the sensitivity, I smile before shushing him, so we don't alarm the whole hospital that I'm giving him a hand job. He bites his lip and I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull when I moved my hand even faster, his grip on the bedframe getting tighter, his legs are slightly shaking, his breath quickening... He's close...

"You want to cum for me big boy? Hmm?" My pussy is soaking wet. I am almost sure I'll leave a wet spot in my fresh panties, and honestly... even some on the damn bedsheet. He quickly nods his head and that didn't satisfy me, so I slowed down my hand and his eyes opened immediately.

"If you want to cum... You have to use your words like a good boy." He groaned and I could tell that me taking the reins was something he wasn't used too.

"I want to cum... Please, please let me cum. God, I need it. I need it." I grin and if I was looking at myself, I'm sure I would've looked like the Chesire cat from Alice and The Wonderland.