Page 44 of Misconduct Zone

My leg is much better by the time we get to the hotel, but Dylon insists on tending to me and touching me. No one on the team gives it a second thought, and I give in. My boyfriend can touch me in public and it’s amazing.

“I’ll get you settled in your room,” he announces and assures Grayson and Ace that he’ll tuck me in.

They think he’s joking, but we’re in our boxer briefs a minute after the door closes behind us.

“Nurse Dylon reporting for duty.” He guides me onto the queen hotel bed. “Ice or a massage first?”

“Is that a trick question?” My body relaxes with his hands on me.

“If you behave, this nurse will provide a happy ending,” he says against my lips.

“I will be a model patient.” It’s so natural to sleep next to him, as if we’ve always done it, and now I cannot sleep without him.

A groan slips through my lips as he rubs the pain away. Grayson provided relief to a strain, but Dylon’s touch heals more than the soreness. My frustration melts, and he props himself up on his elbow, watching my face as his hand works magic.

“Tell me if I’m too rough.” He kisses my shoulder.

Twisting my torso and bending my leg, I face him and give him better access between my thighs. “I can take it.”

“Let me take care of you for once. You’re thinking ten steps ahead, but the only thing you need is to lie still and enjoy my hands on you.”

My head fills with what to say, but I hold back, taking his advice and focusing on his fingers. There are calluses on a couple, and the roughness digs into taut tendons and achy muscles. The hairs on my thighs stand up in their wake.

“That’s it.” We stare into each other’s eyes, and his tell me all the things I am afraid to hear. He thinks I saved him, but before he came into my life, my world was bleak, a void of existence. I am terrified to go back to that place.

Dylon tackles things without fear, and he hasn’t questioned his sexuality. His unflinching recognition of his newfound preference seems as simple as finding out he likes a new type of food. I struggled for years to accept myself and didn’t embrace my bisexuality until him.

He leans in for a quick kiss, but I chase his mouth and lick the seam of his lips. I am so happy for the gift of him in my bed, sex is secondary.

“I’ll get some ice.” He breaks our kiss after several minutes. “No arguing.” He reads my mind.

I miss the heat of his body the instant he moves away and hiss at the contact from the cold pack.

“I’ll warm you up.” Using an elastic bandage, he wraps the pack in place, then blankets the opposite side of my body. His arm wedges under the pillow to bring my head on his shoulder, and he kisses me as his other hand cups my balls. “Is this okay?”

“No. I will not break. Touch me like you mean it.” I take his bottom lip between my teeth, and he squeezes in retaliation, but the pressure releases the last bit of tension, priming my body for whatever Nurse Dylon has in store for me.

Dylon smiles into our kiss and strokes my taint, skimming my rim.

“Stop teasing.” My body’s on fire, and he’s denying the oxygen.

“It’s who I am.” He nuzzles his nose into my hair, and I huff in agreement.

I roll on top of him, longing for all of his body, and leave enough space to take us both in hand. Our cocks sizzle with need. Leaking. Greedy. I harshly twist my wrist.

“Fuck.” His fingers press into my ass. “This shouldn’t bring me right to the edge.” He moans.

It’s right there to say it’s him, not the act itself, but I don’t. I’m already close and so is he. I could easily slow down to prolong this, but his eyes glow with golden sparkles and I relish the glide of his cock against mine. There’s no way to stop the orgasm thrumming through me.

My balls draw up, and I let go as his abs contract, grinding our cocks together. He arches up into me, and his cock jumps before spilling between us. I follow behind him, watching his gorgeous face blissed out and sated. I push his hair off his forehead and kiss it.

“Thank you, Nurse Dylon. All my pain is gone.” I lick his dimple and he laughs.

“If Grayson could see us now.”

“He’d have a heart attack. Coming out is different than getting an eye full of naked men with cum all over them.” I lift to scoop up our combined cum to taste it but hold my fingers out for him.

His mouth swallows them down and licks between them. “I’ll clean you up.” He nudges me on my back and dips his head to lap up our release. “So good, Sugar.”

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