Page 20 of Keeping Her Under (Deranged Highway, #1)

Twenty

Burying my nose in her pussy, I inhale deeply. It doesn’t smell like much at the moment –nothing but clean skin– but soon it will be musky with her cum. And mine.

Running my hands up her legs, I feel the hairs that have grown since the last time I touched her like this. My breathing turns shallow as I spread her pretty lips wide open. And now I can smell it – my old cum nestled inside.

Groaning, I rub my lips against hers. I kiss her sweetly, slowly, taking my time as I suck her into my mouth before releasing her again.

My nose brushes her catheter, and I pull back a bit, careful not to dislodge it.

Salivating with the need to lick her fully, I spit on the top of her pussy and watch it run between her lips.

“You’re mine, Mrs. Slader,” I murmur as I lean my head back down to her pussy. Writing her name out with my tongue, I brand the taste of her into my mind. This is what the gods speak of when they talk about ambrosia. What the artists mean when they create love letters to their muse.

She’s being so open and vulnerable to me right now, giving me every part of herself on this silver platter of a hospital bed. “I’ll give you the world in return,” I promise as I kiss my way down her leg.

If she needs a house to hide from the world, I’ll build it – until I burn down whatever is making her afraid to go outside. If she wants to write her own dark romance, I’ll bind her a notebook out of her boyfriend’s flesh and carve a set of quills from his bones.

As my lips touch upon her ankle, I glance over at the briefcase I’ve left on the floor. The lingerie set I sewn for her is in there, dirty and stained with my cum from a few days ago. I want to see her in it. I hope to hell it fits; I haven’t sewn since I was a kid, patching up our clothes.

Crawling off the bed, I’m careful not to upset any of the wires or tubes coming off her. I open the leather bag and pull out the lacy underwear. The dark-blue fabric looks black in the dim light, but the streaks of cum from multiple loads are unmissable.

My heart pounding in exhilaration, I lay them on the bed, then slowly undo the ties of her hospital gown. Taking my time, I nudge the sides open. My breath catches as I stare at her beautiful, heavy tits.

I groan as my orgasm rips through me. My knees buckle, catching me off guard, and I nearly fall on top of her, but I catch myself at the last second.

My pulse spikes in fear. My head jerks up to look at the door.

Then at the monitors documenting her vitals.

Did I accidentally nudge her heart monitor?

Will Nurse Grayson rush in here now, nudged on by the other nurse at the station?

Or will he be smart and stay the fuck away?

My entire body is tense despite the pleasure still rippling through my cock. It spurts the last bit of its load into my boxers, making a sticky mess in my hairs.

The seconds tick by, each one a scratch against my nerves.

My heart climbs into my skull, pounding like the heavy footsteps I’m almost certain I can hear.

Any second now…

Any second, someone’s going to come in and rip me away from her.

Nurse Grayson perhaps? Or the police...

But the doors stay shut.

The footsteps were just ghosts.

Smiling in the dark, I start to comb the cum out of my belly hair.

I hate how my first orgasm wasn’t inside her, but the little blue pill I took beforehand will at least let me get it up again soon.

Slipping my cum-soaked finger into her mouth, I rub it along her gums. Over and over, I clean myself while feeding her.

Then I strip off my clothes and crawl back to where I belong.

The bed creaks under our combined weight. I pick up her lingerie and lay the cum-stained bra across her chest. I can’t put it on her fully without knocking all her wires. So instead, I pick up her heavy breasts and nestle them into the lacy cups.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I sit back on my heels.

My new cum is in her mouth, and my old cum is pressed against her tits.

It’s such a beautiful fucking sight. I stroke her breast with my knuckles, then I turn my hand around to squeeze her through the lace.

The crustiness of the fabric makes my cock start throbbing again.

Scooting back along the bed, I grab her panties and thread her legs through them. The catheter stops me from putting them on all the way.

Pushing her legs wide, I spread open her pussy lips. The slit I put in the underwear matches her hole perfectly, and I lean back down to feast on her as my cum presses into her curls.

My cock thickens as I eat her out until my jaw and tongue grows sore. I run my hands down her legs, then over her stomach to cup her breasts. I kneed them as I groan into her. My cock is so damn hard, I fear I’m going to come again even with the blue pill helping me to keep it back.

Finally lifting my head, I crawl up the bed and line my cock up with her soaking pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you want me so much. It’s so damn clear with how wet you are.” I roll her nipples in my fingers. My eyes rise to the brace around her neck. The surgery on her spine was a success, but if I fuck her too hard, I could risk damaging it again. I could paralyze her for life…

The thought of that has me gripping my cock with a groan. She’d be so dependent on me then. I’d take her everywhere. Be everything she needed.

I stroke myself above her pussy. My eyes grow hooded as I look at the S branded into the base of my cock. So perfect. So right. So utterly mine.

Squeezing her breast in my other hand, I think about our future together.

I’m going to quit my job as soon as she’s pulled out of her coma.

I’ll move us to another state, where we can start afresh.

Then I’ll fuck her day and night. Feed her, bathe her, make sure she never has to worry about another thing.

She’ll never want to leave me.

I push the head of my cock into her pussy.

I don’t go any deeper than that before rocking out.

I watch as she swallows just the tip, her lips sliding over the most sensitive part of me.

I gasp as I thrust into her, slowly so as not to hurt her spine.

Even though the thought of it is thrilling, I don’t actually want her broken.

I want her whole.

Wholly for me.

“I’m going to cum in you,” I rasp as I squeeze her breasts in my hands, using them to control my feral need. I want to slam all the way into her. I want to thrust into her hard and fast and deep.

But I take it slow.

Protect her.

Even from me.

Shuddering, I lean down to kiss her. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, stroking the tube running down her throat. I wish I was the one filling her so completely, and the kiss turns hard with jealousy. But even as my tongue assaults her, I keep my hips nice and slow.

I roll her nipple s between my fingers. I feel the warmth of her pussy around my tip. I nestle in a little bit deeper.

And then I cum on a feral groan.

Hour after hour, I worship her, until the sun peeks through the curtains of her room.

Then I use the final hour to clean her with the baby wipes I brought in my briefcase.

I remove the lingerie from her and pack it all away.

Grabbing her phone out of my bag, now fully charged, I turn it on.

I hold it up to her face. She lets me inside, showing me all her secrets.

My heart swells with how much she trusts me already, and I kiss her briefly before going into her settings and removing the lock on her phone.

My other mobile vibrates with a text.

Ryan: Staff meeting in five.

His haggard face is full of relief, thinking that this is nearly over.

I don’t tell him he’ll be doing it all again tonight.

I’ll wait until he’s off work and has had some time to sleep.

I don’t care about his mental health, but if he’s too stressed, someone will notice.

The VIP coding won’t be suspicious unless he brings attention to himself – assuming he fucked with the equipment in a way that could be passed off as a common malfunction.

Granted, he will probably be caught tomorrow when he makes her code again.

A smile curls my lips at the thought of Ms. Lila Reeds dying over and over again over the next few days. Her bodyguard might even commit suicide if she flatlines, blaming himself for not being able to protect her despite all his military training.

Serves him right for falling in love with the bitch.

My only regret is I can’t tell them why they’re being punished.

But oh well. As long as I protect her, I can live with the rest.

Sliding her phone into my pocket, I wait for Ryan’s next text. When he tells me the floor’s clear for the staff meeting, I exit the ICU. No witnesses. No waiting police.

My heart racing with the thrill of it all, I make it out of the building.

I climb into the backseat of the van I drove over here in and remove my beard and glasses.

After changing into my normal attire, I step out of the vehicle.

With a smile on my lips and a different briefcase in my hand, I walk back into the hospital as the respectable Dr. Rath Slader.

A man that no one would suspect.

A man that everyone trusts.