Broken Bones, Burning Desires

The rain hammered against the windows of our apartment, a frantic rhythm matching the frantic thump of my own heart. Ryan, a pathetic spectacle in his medical boots and sling, had practically collapsed into the living room, a whimpering mess of pain and desperation. He’d hobbled in, leaning heavily on crutches, claiming a sudden, brutal injury. Honestly, the limp was barely noticeable, a minor inconvenience compared to the sheer agony radiating from his face. I’d initially dismissed it, assuming another bout of his self-inflicted injuries, but the crimson tide pouring from the back of his leg quickly shattered that illusion.

“Hey, babe,” he’d mumbled, avoiding my gaze, his voice strained. “I ordered Chinese. Didn’t feel like going to the grocery store.” A pathetic attempt at normalcy, considering the circumstances. I’d risen from the couch, a genuine smile playing on my lips, eager to offer some comfort. As I approached, he instinctively reached for our dogs, a pathetic display of affection designed to distract me. I’d stepped onto my tiptoes, pulling him into a quick, desperate kiss, but he didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch. He simply turned and limped towards the bedroom, a subtle tremor running through his body.

“Brooke, I need to go to the emergency room,” he’d rasped, his voice laced with panic. It wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on ignoring doctor's orders, but this felt different, more urgent. Something about his demeanor suggested this wasn’t just another impulsive act of defiance. When he said he needed to go, there was a palpable weight behind his words, a desperate plea for help that went beyond a simple disregard for medical advice.

I’d looked at him, a flicker of concern replacing my initial amusement. “What’s wrong?” I’d asked, my voice laced with a hesitant nervousness. He’d reluctantly revealed the injury, the raw, exposed flesh a shocking sight. As a veterinarian, I possessed a rudimentary understanding of anatomy, enough to recognize the severity of the wound. “Yeah, you need stitches,” I’d declared, pulling out my vet bag, a collection of sterile instruments and bandages. It wasn’t a complete substitute for a doctor's expertise, but it was the best I could offer in this situation.

Two hours and twelve meticulously placed stitches later, the doctor had given Ryan his grim instructions: “No straining activities while you have these in.” He’d stared at him, confusion clouding his features. “No baseball, no sex, no sports, no running. You get the point.” The sheer audacity of the order struck me as absurd, yet undeniably clear. It was a bizarre, almost comical, restriction, yet it held a dark undercurrent, a desperate attempt to control his pain and limit further complications.

We returned to the apartment, the rain still lashing against the windows. As soon as we stepped inside, Ryan unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration. “I’m horny,” he announced, a smirk twisting his lips. It was a blatant disregard for the doctor’s warnings, a shocking admission of his primal urges. “You have to be kidding? Did you not listen to the doctor!” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief. His face flushed with defiance, and he shrugged, pushing me against the wall with surprising strength. “What if I don’t bend it? Besides, he’s a doctor, he doesn’t know what my body can do.” The possessive edge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was clear he wasn’t interested in adhering to medical restrictions, and neither was I.

He scooped me up in his arms, carefully avoiding any movement that could put strain on his injured leg. He pressed his lips to mine, a desperate, urgent kiss that bypassed logic and reason. Of course, I was drawn to him, utterly captivated by his raw vulnerability and the simmering tension beneath his surface. But his health was paramount, an absolute non-negotiable. I could indulge in the fantasy of a passionate encounter, but it couldn't come at the expense of his well-being.

“Maybe I’ll give him a blowjob and he’ll be happy,” I mused, my thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting desires. It was a reckless, impulsive notion, a blatant disregard for the doctor's orders. Yet, the thought of submitting to his needs, even if it meant defying medical advice, was undeniably alluring. It was either I gave in completely or I didn’t, and by that point, I knew I couldn’t resist the pull. I moved towards the bed, discarding my shirt and bra, laying them aside on the nightstand. As I lay there, naked and vulnerable, I watched as Ryan carefully positioned himself on the bed, meticulously adjusting his posture to minimize strain on his injured knee.

Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, my movements cautious and measured. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken desires. It wasn't long before I began pulling down my panties, surrendering to the intoxicating heat that radiated from his body. The moment our bodies made contact, a wave of pleasure washed over me, a primal release that transcended the physical.

Ryan, despite his limitations, possessed an undeniable skill in the bedroom. He expertly navigated the confines of his injury, his movements precise and controlled. As we intertwined, I felt him thrusting himself deeper inside me, a slow, deliberate rhythm that intensified my pleasure. I moaned, a raw, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, as we moved together, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace. The rain continued to fall, a constant reminder of the world outside, but in this moment, our reality was entirely our own.

He brought me to an orgasm just before his sweet cum filled me. I rested my head on his shoulder, his penis still nestled deep within me, the lingering pleasure a testament to our shared experience. As I kissed him, the rain seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the intoxicating scent of arousal and desire. "We are so bad, defying doctor’s orders and all," I whispered, my voice laced with both regret and exhilaration.

He kissed me again, his eyes closed, a blissful smile playing on his lips. It was a moment of pure connection, a shared understanding of the transgression we had committed, and the undeniable pleasure we had found in breaking the rules. The world outside could wait, for in this room, filled with the scent of rain and arousal, we had created our own little sanctuary, a testament to the enduring power of lust, desire, and the intoxicating thrill of defying expectations. The pleasure was exquisite, the consequences unknown, and for the moment, we were lost in the intoxicating embrace of our forbidden desires.

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