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confirming.“Guess so.”
                  “Too bad we can’t fool around.”
                  Slowly, a smile spreads across his face.“We can’t?”
                  I grow serious.“Alex, come on.Look at me.”
                  “I am.”
                  “No, really.”
                  “I am, Erin.You’re as beautiful as ever.”
                  My laugh is so forceful, it’s almost a snort.“My hair’s unwashed, I’m still all puffy—”
                  “No, you aren’t.”
                  “—and I’m hooked up to a chemo drug in a hospital bed.What part of that is beautiful?”
                  Alex sits on the edge of my bed, leaning down to kiss me.“The part that’s you,” he says against my mouth.“I don’t care if your hair’s not washed, if you’re puffy—which you aren’t, again, by the way—or if we’re in a hospital bed or your bed.”He pauses.“Although, yes, I’d rather be in yours.”
                  “Ditto.”I let him kiss me again, moving my hand towards his pants.
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
                  “Erin,” he says, “I was kidding.”
                  I undo his fly and slip my hand into the opening of his boxers.He’s already a little hard, and I feel his cock flinch inside my fingers.
                  “You don’t have to do this.We can…we can do stuff later, when you’re feeling better,” he says, but doesn’t move to stop me.
                  “I feel fine right now,” I tell him.“Later is when I’ll be sick.Just let me.”
                  He does.I start stroking him, one eye on the door just behind my mostly-closed curtain.With every pump, his cock grows fuller.I love feeling it in my hand, knowing how much control I have over him right now.
                  “God, Erin,” he sighs, leaning back on his palms, turning towards me and tilting his head back.He shuts his eyes.“That feels so damn good.”
                  “Yeah?You like this, baby?”
                  He nods, shuddering.“You want to know something?Last night, I couldn’t sleep…so I jacked off over there in the cot, thinking about…”He trails off, blushing.
                  I know what he means, but still, I slow down, almost stopping, and decide to tease him.“Say it, Alex.”
                  Squirming, hungry for more, he says, “I jacked off thinking about when we...fucked.”He stutters on the word a little bit; I guess he's not used to dirty talk.But I'm going to get him used to it.
                  “Tell me more,” I command him.
                  Alex thinks a minute, staring at me, trying to find the words I want to hear.“How...incredible it felt, having you—having you ride my...cock like that.”I reward him a little, moving my hand up and down again.He relaxes, braver now.“Feeling your...your pussy come on me.Watching you rub your clit, seeing your tits bouncing while you fucked me…hearing you moan.”
                  “Good boy,” I tell him, and pick up my pace.I squeeze a little tighter, stroking him even faster.His breath quickens.I watch a drop of pre-cum form on his tip and take a moment to rub my thumb around in it, massaging the head of his cock.
                  “Erin,” he groans, “oh, God…I’m….”
                  I go back to stroking his shaft.“Come for me, Alex.”
                  His hands grip the blankets; his entire body tenses up.“Erin!” he stammers suddenly, his milk spurting from his cock in a thick, hot stream.I pump every drop out of him.
                  “Jesus,” he breathes, falling back on the bed.All at once, he seems to remember where we are.“Sorry, did I hurt your