“Listen to me, love. There’s no way in hell you’re going in the shower with my very gorgeous, very naked man. You’re going to have to tell me what to do, because I promise you there’ll be some serious crash tackling if you even try to get his clothes off.”

Her cheeks grow pink and Maddox laughs, loud and booming. It ends on a wince and I turn to him. “Serves you right.”

He bares his teeth at me, like a hungry animal. Oh boy.

“Well, I guess...” the nurse begins. “I can tell you what to do.”

“Damn right you can.”

She nods and we help Maddox out of the bed. His big body isn’t light, even when he’s taking most of his weight. When in the bathroom, the nurse sits him down and explains to me what needs to get wet and what doesn’t. I assure her it’s fine, and she leaves. Then I turn to the big man sitting on the shower stool.

“Get your dress off.”

He glares at me. The kind of glare that burns through you.

“It ain’t a fuckin’ dress, and I don’t get a fuckin’ choice in wearin’ it.”

“It is a dress,” I say, stepping behind him and undoing the hospital gown. “And you look lovely.”

I bite my cheek to stop my fit of laughter as he makes a feral hissing sound and barks, “It ain’t a fuckin’ dress, woman!”

I can’t help it; I burst out laughing. He grunts as I turn the shower on, take it off the handle and make sure the water is only a trickle. The poor man hasn’t had a decent shower, only some wiping down. I bet he’s busting for one. I walk around the front of him and...oh my God.

“Maddox!” I cry, flushing and turning away.

The man has the king of all erections.

“I’m horny, we’re in the shower...”

“You’re wearing a dress!”

“Am not!” he barks.

I try to avoid his jutting cock as I crouch in front of him, gently running the water down his legs, soaping where I can. I move up to his thighs and when I reach his cock, he grins. “Gotta wash it...”

“I should have let the nurse do it,” I grumble.

“Sure about that?” he says, curling his fist around himself.

“Asshole.”

“Wash it, baby.”

With a sigh, I place the drizzling showerhead over it and let the water slide down his impressive length. Then I take the soap and begin lathering him, from tip to base. He lets out a guttural moan and rasps, “Suck me, please honey.”

God, when he says things like that in his silky voice...

“We’re in a hospital,” I breathe. “And you’re hurt.”

“My dick ain’t hurt. Put your mouth on me...”

I stare down at him, God, I do want to suck him.

“Take your clothes off.”

I jerk my head up. “What...no...why?”

“I decided I don’t wanna be sucked, I want you to fuck me.”

“No.”

“Baby...yes.”

I glare at him, he grins at me.

“I’m not fucking you. Maddox, you’re hurt.”

“You can sit on me, ride me real slow.”

“Maddox!”

“Come on, honey...”

His voice is smooth and silky.

I can’t fuck him. It’s too risky. If I slip and hurt him then I’ll never forgive myself. I can, however, suck him. I don’t give him the choice; I just lean forward and close my mouth over his cock. He groans, deep and throaty. He tries once or twice to pull me up but he’s still in too much pain to do so.

“Fuck...this...ain’t...gonna...take...long...”

His words are dragged out, and his breathing is ragged. I cup his balls, rolling them in my hand as I lower my mouth down to the point of gagging. My saliva comes up and coats his cock as I suck, taking him as deep as I can go. My tongue swirls his head and his moans increase to pained bellows.

I know it hurts him to tighten up, and it’s why I didn’t fuck him.

“God, fuck, yes,” he bellows.

A hot spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, followed by another and another. His cock pulses in my mouth and his balls tighten. His moaning turns into deep panting and when I feel him begin to soften, I pull back, my pussy clenching with need. His eyes, God those blue eyes, are glittering with lust.

“Come here,” he growls.

“No,” I whisper, using the shower to wash the last of his cum away.

“Baby...come here.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck up here, drop your fuckin’ pants and let me put my fingers deep into your snug cunt. It ain’t an option.”

Oh boy.

“Now, Santana.”

“You’re so bossy,” I whisper, standing. “Even when you’re wearing a dress.”

He growls and hisses; “I’m goin’ to make your ass red for those comments when I’m strong enough to spank you.”

I grin at him.

“Now, drop your fuckin’ jeans.”

I don’t hesitate, I drop them.

“Panties.”

They go, too.

He stares at my naked flesh and his eyes grow warm and lusty. “Fuck, you have the sweetest cunt. Look at those little lips, ready, wet, waitin’ for me.”

My knees begin to shake. He reaches out, pulling me closer, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other sliding up between my legs.

“Spread, honey.”