Chapter 22 CHAPTER 22: After Party
Williams
I almost dozed off when the door to my room creaked open and Hazel walked in. I decided to close my eyes and feign sleep as she tiptoed to the bed, leaned down and planted a quick kiss on my lips before stretching out her hands to turn off the bedside lamp. As her hands reached for the lamp, I snagged her hands.
“Woah! You startled me. I thought you were asleep” she yelped in surprise.
A sheepish grin spread across my face. "Just putting on an act," I chuckled. Pulling her close, I squeezed her hand gently. "Thanks for today, Hazel. You were amazing. Totally surprised me." Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
"Glad you're back home."
“I want you to stay here with me tonight”, I whispered.
I could see from her eyes that she was startled by my request.
“But I may hurt you while sleeping”. Her voice tinged with concern.
“I feel so alone all by myself in this unfamiliar room” I replied, trying to coax her to stay.
“Maria is just down the hall, and you can always call me if you need me, or I could sleep on the couch just so you do not feel alone.”
I turned and looked at her. “I want you on my bed Hazel”, my voice husky.
“Okay, let me freshen up, then I’ll be right back” she replied.
“I'd also love to take a bath if you do not mind, I feel a bit sweaty and sticky from all the excitement of today”, I squeaked in a small voice.
“I’ll get your bath ready” she said and stood up as I nodded and smiled.
I let go of her hand as she got busy preparing my bath just like the doctor instructed. Once it was ready, she came over to the bed and helped ease me into a sitting position, drew the wheelchair close and managed to get me on it and wheeled it to the bathroom.
As she started unbuttoning my pajamas, I felt a stirring in my groin. I didn’t know what it was with Hazel that made me fight very hard to control myself around her. My body reacted to her as a moth to a flame. As she was about to take off my boxers, I held her hands to stop her because I was already hard down below, and I didn’t want to scare her away.
“Actually, I’ll do it myself”," I mumbled, my voice a touch hoarse.
Picking up the shift in my tone, she nodded and turned away discreetly. After I was done, I stole a glance at her in the mirror and noticed her cheeks were flushed, but she remained silent. Maybe, just maybe, that little "greeting" wasn't entirely unwelcome.
I cleared my throat, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Guess he's just happy to see you," I teased, watching the blush deepen on her face.
The scent of lavender soap filled the air as Hazel gently massaged the soap into my skin.
Her scent filled my nostrils and every touch of her hand was sweet torture.
I closed my eyes and imagined being with her intimately, pulling her close, burying my face in the warm valley between her breasts, finding that sweet spot, that taut nipple begging for attention. As the fantasy intensified, my breath hitched as my imagination ran wild.
Every brush of her hand sent jolts of electricity down my spine, straight to my core. When her fingertips brushed my taut nipple, a shiver ripped through me, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Hazel froze, startled by the sound.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern.
"No, Hazel," I managed to blurt out, "please, keep going."
She frowned, noticing how tense I was. Instead of continuing with my chest, she began working on my shoulders, her gentle kneads loosening some of the knots but creating a whole new kind of tension in my stomach. I tried to stay still, tried to act normal, but it was hopeless. Down there, things were already on high alert as I was as hard as a rock.
As she moved down to my stomach, her breath hitched. I followed her gaze and saw her eyes widen as they landed on my obvious hard length. She licked her lips and I noticed a flicker of something new in her eyes. I could see desire and want in her eyes, even when she tried to mask it.
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. Taking matters into my own hands literally, I started stroking myself, my eyes locked on hers. The soap slipped from her grasp, but she caught it on time before it landed on the floor. She gently dropped it on the dish, then leaned closer, her movements deliberate, her eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.
Reaching between my legs, she gently removed my hands from my member and replaced them with her own. The slickness of the soap surprised me, but the sensation of her touch was even more shocking. A gasp escaped my lips as she massaged me, the pace quickening along with my ragged breaths.
Still stroking my hard length, she moved closer and teased my nipple with the other fingers, kneading and rubbing at the same time. Her stroking became faster as replaced her hands on my nipples with her tongue, licking and making sloppy sounds and that did me in.
I could feel my release coming as my body tensed and I let out a guttural groan as I came so hard and splayed my seed all over her hands.
“I figured you needed that,” she said, smiling.
“Fk yes, I needed that” I accepted
“Let's get you out of here before you turn into a popsicle,” she said and continued sponging me. She carefully washed my length which began to get hard again with the touch of her hands. We both smiled. After a few minutes, she toweled me off, helped me back into my pajamas and tucked me into bed.
“I’ll be back” she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I don’t deserve you” I said honestly. She leaned down, looked me in the eye, caressed my skin while her hands lingered in my arms for a moment before dropping a soft kiss on my chin, tucked the duvet up to my shoulders and then turned down the bedside lamp.
I watched her walk out the door before she gently closed it behind her with a click.