Two weeks had gone by since Mom was taken into the hospital. I had slept in the waiting room every night, even when the nurses said that visiting hours were closed. Mom had been through a dozen surgeries and had survived each one. But I wanted to be here just in case anything happened.
I told Sal what had happened, and he had given me the entire month off but he expected me back soon. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep my job open for me forever.
I stared at her through the glass window into Mom’s room, watching her open her eyes and gaze up at the doctor. She only moved a couple inches to readjust her head, but it was something. And I was happy about it.
“Everything with Orangegate Assisted Living is dealt with,” Mason said, standing next to me in the hallway. Mason had stopped making payments to Orangegate Assisted Living after I told him Mom wasn’t going back there--ever. He squeezed my shoulder and leaned into me. “I gotta go. Are you sure you don’t want to come home tonight?”
After nodding my head, I watched him disappear down the hallway. He didn’t have to say anything for me to be able to tell that this was taking a toll on him. He had dealt with my family shit once already, and now he had to deal with it a second time.
“How is she?” Michael asked, walking up behind me. Still in his suit for work, he stood beside me with his briefcase handing off his shoulder and takeout in his hand. I glanced up at him.
This hospital was taking a toll on me too. I was beyond stressed and just needed a few moments to relax for once. His lips curled into a smile, and he lifted the takeout bag. “Italian grinders. Mayo, oil, lettuce, and tomato.” He handed me the bag. “And I didn’t forget to ask for a side of chips this time.”
My heart grew warm, and I glanced from him to Mom. She lifted her hand a few inches off the bed and curled her fingers at Michael to say hello. He waved back at her and smiled. She laid back down and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Are you staying?” I asked, hoping that he didn’t have to leave early like he did last night because this stress was getting to me… and I just needed something to help me relax. And, by something, I meant him. I glanced down at his lips, watching his tongue glide over his teeth and feeling the heat gather inside of me.
“Yes.” He stared down at me with those playfully eyes, took the bag from me and took my hand, and placed it in the corner of the waiting room that I had completely taken over. “This can wait.”
I sucked in a deep breath, every part of my body starting to warm. Michael grabbed my hand, gazed down the hallway, and slipped me into the supply closet. He closed the door behind us, pressed me against it, and pressed his lips to mine.
Two long fucking weeks without this.
My fingers plunged into his hair, and I tugged on it to pull him closer. He grinded his hardness against my stomach, making me clench, and left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses down the column of my neck, sucking on the skin softly.
I moaned and pushed my hand against the front of his pants, stroking his cock through them. “Please, give it to me, Michael. God, I’ve been waiting for this all week.”
He slid his hands under my shirt, unclipped my bra, and groped my breasts. I moaned softly, my nipples pressing against his palms. “Mia…” he said, groaning against my ear and pushed his bulge harder against my hand. “Everything about you…”
While I wanted to hear what he had to say about me, I couldn’t wait one more moment. I hungrily pressed my lips to his, then turned around, pulled down my leggings, posted my hands against the door, and gazed back at him. “Make it rough.”
His gaze traveled from my eyes, all the way down my back, to my ass. He undid his belt and zipper, then pulled out his cock and harshly pushed me against the door. After pressing the side of my face flat against it, he rubbed his cock against my ass.
“Spread your legs.” He smacked the insides of my thighs with his palm. I spread my legs apart and waited for him to thrust into me. The head of his cock rubbed against my wetness, and my pussy clenched.
He continued to rub it against my pussy, not entering me, then slapped it roughly against my clit, making me moan. A wave of pleasure coursed through my body. He did it again and watched my tits bounce through my shirt as I jumped from the pleasure.
He slapped my pussy again and again with his cock. I pressed my legs together, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. I needed a release more than I needed anything right now.
Michael pressed his cock against my folds, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me against him. “I said spread your fucking legs, Mia. Don’t make me say it again.”
I spread my legs wider for him, my pussy pulsing--just waiting for him to take me. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he mumbled against my ear.
“Please, fuck me hard.”
He slapped his cock on my pussy again, and I moaned. The pressure rose in my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, to cumming already and he hadn’t even put it inside of me yet.
He smirked against my neck, lightly sunk his teeth into my shoulder, then he rammed himself deep inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure, my toes curling. He thrust hard into me, one hand groping my breast, the other wrapped in my hair.
He slipped his other hand around my waist to my tits, and he slapped one hard through my shirt and watched it bounce.
He slapped my breast again, hitting my nipple. I moaned out, the pressure rising in my core. The hand that was tangled in my hair wrapped around the front of my throat, and he squeezed lightly.
“Harder,” I choked out. “Please.”
He growled against my ear, pushed his hand down to my clit, and slapped it over and over and over until it was swollen under his fingers. Every time he hit me… every fucking time… I clenched harder and harder on his cock. He slammed into me, and I gripped his wrist as the pleasure pulsed throughout my body.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Michael…” I breathed out. “Don’t stop fucking me until you cum.”
He started to pump even faster inside of me, fingers rubbing my clit. I drew my fingers over my nipple, threw my head back, and squeezed my eyes closed, so close… so damn close. So many emotions were pumping through me, I didn’t even realize that Michael had loosened his grip on my neck and had pressed his lips to mine.
“Mia,” he mumbled. “I’m going to cum inside of you.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, I came all over his cock. My pussy was pulsing, my legs shaking, my mind numb. He dug his fingers lightly into my hips, thrust his cock as deep as it would go, and stilled.
I relaxed against him, my eyes rolling back into my head. He slowly started to pull out of me, and I could feel my pussy gripping onto every inch of his cock.
After a few moments, I reclipped my bra, pulled up my pants, and took a deep breath. My legs were still tingling, my whole body relaxing for the slightest moment. I gathered all my thoughts and peaked my head out the door, making sure the coast was clear. When I was sure that it was, Michael and I walked out of the room.
“Mia?” someone said from behind me. My eyes widened, and I turned around to see Serena staring wide-eyed at me and Melissa’s father coming out of the supply closet together.
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