Carryl's jaw found its place on the floor as he took in the breathtaking sight that graced his vision. Even though he was lying down, he could tell that she had a few inches on his puny 5-foot-seven frame. Her naturally kinky hair spread around her head like a dark halo a huge contrast to her olive skin. Her doe eyes were framed by striking white eyeliner that had been artistically drawn on her face.
Her tiny nose was the only thing that vaguely resembled cute, while the rest of her well-toned body and perfectly arranged white teeth demanded worship. His gaze followed her pink tongue as it drew a wet trail moisturizing her dark lips. Her lips lifted up in a smile, bringing Carryl's attention up to her eyes, which were still trained on his face. He felt his face heat up as he glanced down, embarrassed at getting caught.
"No need to be shy now," she said laughter in her voice.Once again, he found himself in awe as her slightly raspy, defined sultry voice echoed in his head.
"My name is Eloice, Eloice Powel, but my friends just call me Eli." She moved closer to the bed and sat next to him while feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. She brought another hand to her own forehead and gave it a few seconds before lowering both hands.
" You were running a fever last night. That's why the doctor gave you an IV bag. You must have taken quite the blow to the head last night. My fault, of course. That's why I took it upon myself to ensure you were properly taken care of. The doctor said you would wake up with a headache and left some painkillers. Will you take some now?"
Carryl nodded and was rewarded with more viscous throbbing, causing him to wince. He gratefully accepted the pills that Eli placed in his hands and did not even protest, as a straw held by Eli was pushed past his lips. He took a few sips before settling back on the covers. Then a random thought pushed past his painful head, causing panic to surge through his body.
"Did you say last night?" He asked in a whisper half scared of the answer he would get.
"Yes, it's almost noon," she said only to be startled as Carryl shot up from the bed his pain long forgotten as he frantically looked around.
"What are you looking for...maybe I can help?"
"My phone! have you seen my phone? I have to get to work. I think I have already missed two shifts. Fuck! where is my phone?" Carryl had long since gotten off the bed and was now on the floor hoping to spot his phone.
"Maybe it fell out while you were being carried to the car. I'll buy you a new one don't worry."
She tried appealing to the panicking boy whose frantic movements grew more uncoordinated with each passing second. A few more painful seconds passed by before Eli decided to take matters into her own hands. She climbed over the bed, using the shortest route to get to Carryl. She then scooped the boy off the floor bridal style, who finally stopped looking around as his arms went around her neck, steading himself in her arms. He tried to struggle but soon gave up as her tight hold retained its grip.
She lay back in the bed gently on the bed, sitting astride him when he tried to get up. He tried to get up despite her weight on him, forcing her to hold his shoulders down the gesture bringing them impossibly close. Her scent wafted down to him, cocooning him in a hazy cloud of cocoa butter and Channel No5.
His panic resided as to his embarrassment a feeling he often ignored blossomed with the gentleness of an atomic bomb in his groin. His face grew hot from lust and embarrassment, causing him to shut his eyes unwilling to see the mockery that had to etched on her face. Although he had not thought much of it, he become even more conscious of the fact that he wore nothing but a boxer that could not hide his erection.
"The drip is finished, so I need you to hold still so that I can remove it." He nodded eyes still shut unwilling to look at her face. With the way she sat astride him and given how he could feel her heat making his dick harder, there was no way she had not felt or seen it. After pulling the needle out, she wiped the area with a medicated cotton strip before getting off him presumably to dispose of the bag.
As soon as she was off him, Carryl jumped out of the bed, determined to make his escape. He only made it as far as the door, only to run into a wall of muscle. Once again he found himself quickly approaching the floor before strong arms caught him halting his fall. He looked up at his savior and any plans to escape lay forgotten.
He was a man of Asian heritage, his double-lidded, brown, siren eyes, framed by impossibly thick eyes lashes grabbed a hold of Carryl, refusing to let him go. He cleared his throat, causing Carryl's to travel across his tan skin, past his high-bridged nose and knife-like cheekbone, down to his pink lips where his gaze faltered.
"You were having fun without me?" He said, looking down at the scantily clad boy with a raging erection, drawing Carryl's attention to his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down. Maybe it was a long period of self-denial that had his entire mind and body paralyzed by lust.
"We haven't done anything yet," Eli answered, making her way over to them. "This Little bunny has been trying to run away ever since he woke up." The man's gaze shifted from Eli's back down to Carryl's.
"Is this true little one?" He asked as his long fingers stroked down the face of the dumbstruck boy who had not even for a second stopped staring at him.
'Who is he calling little' was the solitary thought that passed through Carryl's brain. The rest had been muddled by the thick sludge of lust or maybe the lack of blood flow to his brain.