Sex Doll

Kade

I can never get tired of kissing Sora. She tastes like an oasis—fucking pure, sweet enough to drown in. Every slide of her tongue quenches the worst of my thirst, but it only leaves me starving for the rest of her.

She pulls back first, chest heaving under the thin hospital gown, lips swollen and glistening. “You keep kissing me like a starving man.”

A low chuckle rumbles out of me as I chase her mouth, nipping at that plump lower lip. “Because I am.” My hand stays braced beside her head on the pillow while the other slides down her side, fingers tracing the edge of the flimsy blue gown.

The hospital gown does nothing to hide how hard her nipples are already. I tug her closer on the narrow bed, the metal rails cool against my arm. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby. One taste and I’m gone.”

Her breath catches when I duck my head and drag my mouth along the line of her throat, sucking lightly at the pulse fluttering there.

The room is quiet except for the soft beep of the monitor and our ragged breathing. She smells like warm skin, faint vanilla, and the idea that someone could walk in at any time makes this feel more hot.

Sora’s fingers thread into my hair, tugging just sharp enough to make me growl. “Kade… we shouldn’t—anyone could walk in…”

“Yeah?” I lift my head, locking eyes with her. Those dark, dazed eyes that always look a little guilty and a lot turned on. “Tell me to stop then.”

She doesn’t. Instead her thighs shift restlessly under the thin sheet, a tiny movement I catch because my knee is already pressing between them on the mattress.

I smirk, sliding my palm up under the hem of the gown, fingertips brushing her bare thigh until I reach the soft heat between her legs. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and the slick evidence of how much she wants this too.

God help me, I want to bury my face in there, tasting the sweet juices dripping from her fountain.

“Fuck,” she whispers, arching into my touch, the gown riding higher on her hips.

“That’s what I thought.” I kiss her again, deeper this time, tongues tangled and messy while I ease one finger along her wet folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in. The monitor beside us picks up speed. “Tell me what you need, Sora. Use your words… before a nurse decides to check on you.”

She moans softly into my mouth, hips rolling against my hand, chasing the friction. For a second I let myself sink into it—the wet heat coating my fingers, the way her breath hitches every time I circle her clit.

Fuck… fuck what am I thinking? She’s practically hooked up to machines in a freaking hospital bed because she nearly died and I’m here trying to fuck her?

No. Kade. No. That’s not what a gentleman does. He doesn’t try to fuck his girlfriend in a hospital bed and he sure as hell doesn’t let his cock do all the thinking.

I pull back with a groan, breathing hard. “Shit… Sora, we need to stop. You’re right, I should let you rest.”

My cock twitches in my pants as if telling me I’m being silly for not diving right into her but I shake my head. “Not tonight, twin. Not tonight.”

I start to shift off the bed, but she doesn’t let me. The Sora who’s been berating me about this being a bad idea is long gone.

Her hand shoots out, fisting my shirt, yanking me back down with surprising strength. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers, voice husky and defiant. Her eyes are dark with need. “I don’t want to rest. I want you.”

Before I can argue, she reaches over and carefully removes the IV line from her hand, setting the tubing aside like it’s nothing. Then she’s pushing me onto my back on the narrow bed, climbing over me. The hospital gown slips off one shoulder as she swings a leg across my hips and straddles me, the thin fabric bunching around her waist.

“You’re not going to turn me on and leave me fucking hanging, Kade.”

Fuck. I’ve never really fancied dominant women, but that fire blazing in her eyes flips something inside me. For tonight, I want to be her toy. Her sex doll. Just to see how it feels to be the one under.

Her slick, hot pussy presses directly against the hard bulge in my jeans as she settles on top of me. A low, needy sound escapes her when she starts grinding—slow, taunting rolls of her hips that drag her wet folds along my cock through the denim. The friction is torture. Pure fucking heaven.

“Sora…” My hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in as she rocks harder, coating the front of my pants with her arousal.

The monitor is beeping faster now, but she doesn’t seem to care. She leans forward, hair falling around us like a curtain, and kisses me again—deep, desperate, biting my lip as she grinds down with more pressure.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to fuck me?” she breathes against my mouth, rolling her hips in a filthy little circle that makes my cock throb. “Since the garden, watching you flex your back and biceps as we walked was pure torture.”

She pulls away, her eyes searching mine for something. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but after tonight we’ll put an end to it.”

She fucking can’t. I’m stuck in her blood, just like she is in mine.

I swallow hard, pulse hammering in my ears louder than the damn monitor. “Then don’t stop,” I rasp, voice rough with need.

My hands slide up under the bunched hospital gown, palming her bare ass and guiding her movements, helping her grind harder against me. “Use me, Sora. Take what you want.”

A wicked little smile curves her lips. She sits up straighter, the gown slipping further off her shoulders until one breast is exposed—nipple tight and begging.

Bracing her hands on my chest, she starts riding the ridge of my cock with purpose, rolling her hips in long, slick strokes that make wet sounds every time her pussy drags over the soaked denim.

I groan, hips bucking up to meet her, the friction driving me insane. “Fuck… you’re dripping all over me.”