6: Come as medicine... for fever?
1149 Words
~ Evie ~
It's midnight.
I've been staring at the clock for hours, counting down. Jack said midnight. Where the hell is he?
I need him. Bad.
The door creaks open real slow, and there he is, slipping in. He's in his boxers and that old gray tee, hair all messed up from trying to sleep. Or maybe from thinking about me.
He is quiet as hell, and pads over to the bed. "Evie? You awake?"
"Yeah," I whisper, pushing myself up a bit on my elbows. It hurts, but screw it. "Get over here. Now."
He hesitates at the edge of the bed, looking me over. His eyes are worried, like he's seeing how pale I am. "This is risky as f**k. Mom and Dad are right down the hall. And you're still sick. We shouldn't..."
"You think I give a damn about risky? I'm dying here, Jack. For real. This fever's kicking my ass, and the only thing that's gonna fix it is you."
I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him closer.
He sits on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. His hand goes to my forehead, cool against my skin. "You're burning up. We need to call the doctor again or something."
"No." I shake my head, even though it makes the room spin a little. "Doctors don't know s**t about this. I need your d**k. Like, right now. It's the injection that's gonna make me recover fast. You get that?"
He stares at me, one eyebrow up. "What? Evie, that's crazy. c*m as medicine? I've never heard that anywhere. Not in any medical thing."
I scoot closer, ignoring the ache in my muscles. "Who cares what you've heard? Think about it. You've been helping me since high school, right? With homework, track, all that crap when I lagged behind. You always pulled me through. This is the same. If you don't f**k me tonight, I'll get even sicker. Like, way worse. You want that on you?"
He rubs his face, looking torn. "I don't want you stressing yourself out. You're supposed to rest. I'll do all the work if we do this, okay? But seriously, Evie..."
"No buts." I pull the covers back, showing him I'm just in panties under this tank. They're damp already, not from sweat. From wanting him. "I need to taste your c*m first. To supplement the drugs. It's like... vitamins or something. Protein shot straight to my system. Come on, Jack. Help your little sis."
He lets out this low laugh, but it's shaky. "You're such a weird slut sometimes."
"Yeah? And you love it." I grin, even though my head's pounding. I tug at his boxers, getting them down enough to free his c**k. It's already half-hard, thickening as I wrap my hand around it. Hot, smooth skin. I stroke slow, feeling it pulse. "See? You're ready to help."
He groans, leaning back on his hands. "f**k, Evie. Okay, fine. But quiet. And if you feel worse..."
"I won't." I lean in, my mouth watering. I lick the tip first, tasting that salty pre-c*m. It makes me shiver, the fever mixing with this heat inside me. I take him deeper, sucking slow, my tongue swirling around the head. His hand goes to my hair, gentle, not pushing. But I want more. I bob faster, hollowing my cheeks, making it wet and sloppy. The sounds are filthy... my slurps, his quiet breaths turning into grunts.
"Evie... s**t, that's good." His hips twitch up a little. "You're gonna make me come too fast."
"Good," I mumble around him, pulling off for a second to catch my breath. Spit strings from my lips to his c**k. "Give it to me. I need it down my throat. Medicine, remember?"
He nods, eyes dark now, all that worry fading into want. I dive back in, sucking harder, my hand pumping the base. He tenses up, thighs flexing under me. "Fuck... here it comes."
He shoots hot and thick into my mouth, pulse after pulse. I swallow it all, greedy, like it's gonna cure everything. Tastes salty, a little bitter, but I don't care. It's his. I pull off slow, licking him clean, then look up. "See? Already feel a bit better."
He's breathing hard, but he smiles. "You're insane. But... yeah?"
"Yeah." I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Now f**k me. For real. I need you inside."
He doesn't argue anymore. He kicks off his boxers, pulls my top over my head. My t**s bounce free, n*****s aching. He stares for a second, then leans down, sucking one into his mouth. Tongue flicking. I arch up, gasping. "Jack... yes."
He moves to the other, his hand sliding down to my panties. He tugs them off, fingers brushing my p***y. I'm soaked, slick and ready.
I pull him up, kissing him hard. Tastes like us mixed... my spit, his c*m. Dirty as hell. "Get on top. But close. Like, wrap me up."
He knows what I mean. He positions himself over me. I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him down tight. Our bodies press together, every inch... chest to chest, belly to belly, his weight grounding me. My legs hook around his hips, heels digging in. He's not thrusting yet, just sliding in slow, filling me up.
"Oh God," I whisper. "That's it. Deeper."
He bottoms out, and we just stay like that for a second, hugged so tight it's like we're one body. He f***s me, slow rolls of his hips, not pulling out much, just grinding deep. The closeness makes it intense, our skin sticking with sweat, my t**s squished against his chest.
"Feel that?" I murmur, my voice messy, breaking. "We're moving together. Like one."
"Yeah," he grunts back, his arms wrapping under me, holding me closer. "So f*****g tight like this. Your p***y's gripping me."
His hips rocking into mine, my body rising to meet him. No space between us. His whispers...."You feel so good, Evie. So warm." and it cranks everything up. The pressure's building, his c**k hitting deep spots, the friction on my c**t from how pressed we are.
"Harder," I beg. "f**k me like you mean it. Make me come."
He picks up speed, still wrapped tight, bodies slapping quiet. His mouth finds mine, kissing sloppy, tongues everywhere. I taste salt... sweat or tears, who knows. My fever's mixing with this heat, making everything fuzzy and desperate.
"I'm here," he mutters. "You first."
I nod.
The orgasm hits hard. I moan. My p***y pulsing around him. Wetness gushes, soaking us both. He follows right after, thrusting deep, filling me with hot c*m.
After, he rolls off slow, but I pull him back in for a hug. "Don't go yet."
"Okay."
"You feel better?"
"A little." I smile, tracing his chest. "Your c*m's working its magic."
He chuckles. "Weird slut."
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