Page 74 of Rival Desires

I picked up Cory that same afternoon. He was still a bit on the pasty side, but a definite improvement from earlier. Once I tucked him into my car and we rolled out of the hospital parking lot, I could finally relax a bit.

“So, uh, I did some thrilling stuff while you were still stuck in the hospital bed all day,” I said, glancing over at Cory in the passenger seat. He raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, like filling out hospital paperwork and picking up your prescription. You know, the usual rockstar lifestyle.”

Cory chuckled, wincing slightly as he shifted in his seat. “Sounds like a wild time. I’m glad I missed it.”

I rolled my eyes, grinning. “Oh, you have no idea.”

We lapsed into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sound the hum of the car engine. I glanced over at Cory again,noticing how his eyes kept drifting closed. He looked exhausted, and I couldn’t blame him.

“Hey, if you want to take a nap or something, it’s okay,” I said, keeping my voice low. “We’re still a ways from my place.”

Cory shook his head, forcing his eyes open. “Nah, I’m good. I don’t want to miss out on any more of your riveting conversation.”

I snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Keep it up, and I might have to start charging admission.”

Cory grinned, his eyes drifting closed once more. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“No more hospital paperwork,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Deal.”

By the time I got him home and settled on my couch, I was all set to propose a chill evening of take-out and classic flicks. But it seemed Cory had ideas of his own.

Grabbing my wrist, he pressed his lips to the back of my hand, sending a shiver down my spine, an exquisite tremor of delight. My body ached for him, craving his touch; it had been merely a week since we last had sex, yet my desire felt insatiable. Our kisses at the hospital had been chaste, stolen moments tainted by the sterile air and the ever-present hum of monitors.

“Cory...” I tried to sound stern, a feeble warning, but my hand willingly lingered in his grasp.

“Come here, Ry.” His voice morphed into an authoritative growl, instantly dampening my panties. “I need a taste.”

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, I leaned in, granting him a fleeting peck on the lips. Before I could retreat, his other hand snaked around my neck, keeping me close as he intensified the kiss. His tongue traced my lips, coaxing them open, and I released a faint, desperate whimper as I yielded to him. As he explored my mouth, the tender pressure on my neck and hand gradually pulled me onto his lap, my legs instinctively parting to straddle him, my knees hugging his thighs.

At last, I broke the kiss, my breath ragged as I struggled to regain control. The mere thought of his lips on mine sent a shiver through me, and I craved him with a ferocity I’d never known. I let out a frustrated moan and closed my eyes, resting my forehead against his.

“You’re still recovering.”

“Being inside you will make me heal faster.” His hands caressed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.

My eyes flew open, and I laughed, but it was a breathless sound that betrayed the intensity of my desire. My stomach fluttered with each sensation he evoked, both physical and emotional.

“I had a chat with the doc before heading out,” he murmured, his hands gliding down my thighs, tracing the edge of my dress where it pooled around my knees. The skilled touch of his fingers on the exposed skin below sent a tremor rippling through me. “Apparently, sex is good to go, as long as I don’t get too... ambitious.”

“Ambitious?” I shivered, my breaths shallow.

“Guess I won’t be pinning you against a mirror in a dressing room anytime soon,” he joked, his voice husky with restrained desire.

I ran my fingers through his hair even as his hands slipped beneath my dress, hot palms skimming over my flesh. Maybe lust was overpowering my reason, but I knew he wouldn’t lie to me about this. I rocked against the bulge pressing against me, smiling at the groan I elicited.

“So, if I were to, y’know, slip my hand down there and pull out Mr. Happy, then tug my panties to the side and, uh, lower myself onto that impressive package,” I emphasized my point by grinding against him, “that’d be A-OK by Doc’s standards?”

He chuckled, but it was laced with an edge of raw, untamed lust. It rolled over me like a wave, heating me up from the inside.

“Yeah, it would,” he managed to say, his fingers inching higher until he hooked onto my panties.

My hand gave him a little squeeze through his pants, effectively silencing him. “If it hurts, even a little, you tell me. Deal?”

He nodded, his green eyes blazing with desire.

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