Hard to Love. Kendall Ryan
something. I struggled to keep a straight face while I explained my problem. She thrust a clipboard of forms at me with a dour expression, not wanting to hear another word. I headed to the waiting room, holding the clipboard in front of my groin.
To make matters worse, Rick, the director I’d been working with on the set, came barging into the emergency room to join me in the waiting area, saying he wasn’t about to let one of his actors go through this alone. Just fucking great.
Once I turned in the paperwork, I focused on thinking about anything that would tame this monster of a hard-on. The Chicago Bears, how much I hated hospitals —anything non-sexual. Nothing helped. It was full-on throbbing by the time they called me back thirty minutes later.
I had hoped for a male doctor, so we could handle this man-to-man, but as I stepped behind the curtained room and saw a young female nurse waiting for me, all my hopes went up in smoke. Rick followed me inside the small room and positioned himself in the corner to observe. I was convinced he was here for the sole purpose of having a good laugh.
The nurse glanced at me, her eyes widened and her breathing hitched. She looked young, too young to be a nurse, and was pretty in an innocent, sweet way that I didn’t normally go for.
‘Hello. Caden Ellis?’ she asked. Her voice was soft and laced with concern.
It took me a second to respond. ‘Cade.’
‘Please have a seat.’ She gestured to the white-paper-covered exam table and began flipping through my chart. ‘My name’s Alexa. I’m a nursing student and I’ll be assisting the doctor tonight. Do you mind if I ask you a few simple questions before we move on to the hard stuff?’ Her eyes shifted nervously to my lap, and I couldn’t help but grin.
‘Sure.’
She nodded astutely. ‘Fine, then. Let’s begin.’ She sat down on the rolling stool beside me and wheeled herself closer. ‘Your weight?’
‘Two-ten.’
‘Height?’
‘Six-one.’
She scribbled it down on her file. ‘And your age?’
‘Twenty-two.’
She bit back a smile, though I didn’t really know why.
Her hair was somewhere between blonde and brown, and she had large blue eyes that matched the color of a crystal-clear sky. She was petite yet shapely, nicely filling out her blue hospital scrubs with curves in all the right places. She had a full rosebud mouth and a small upturned nose, and even in her work uniform she looked polished and put together – giving the impression she’d been raised to be poised and proper. A far cry from how I grew up.
She finished the forms and busied herself with the medical equipment to check my vitals. Even though her presence was professional, it did nothing to help weaken my erection. In fact, I think my damn cock became even harder just to taunt me.
She placed a stethoscope over my heart and listened for several moments before jotting down a few notes. I watched her work, a smile tugging on my lips.
‘So, Cade.’ She smiled up at me with straight, white teeth while she attached a blood-pressure cuff to my bicep. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
Fuck. She was going to make me say it. ‘It’s there…’ I tapped the clipboard she held. ‘On the forms I filled out in the waiting room…’
She looked down, a frown tugging at her mouth. ‘Yes. I see that. But if you could just please explain… um, how this happened. Is this the first time, you’ve, um…experienced this?’
‘I’ve never taken performance-enhancing drugs before if that’s what you’re asking.’ The words from the overplayed commercial rang through my head. ‘If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours, seek immediate medical help.’
I tore my eyes from the thin fabric stretched taut across her chest, but not before she caught me looking. She looked down at her chest to see what I was staring at and frowned. She pulled an oversized Q-tip I hadn’t even noticed from the pocket over her breast. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t be using this on you.’
That wasn’t what had captured my attention, but I was relieved all the same at not being caught ogling her breasts. I felt like a real asshole, sitting here sporting wood and staring at the nurse’s tits. Classy. It was as if my dick thought we were here to pick up a willing participant to ease his discomfort. Sadly, no, little man. I felt his pain. I cleared my throat and looked down.
Alexa worked quickly and methodically, pumping up the arm cuff and pressing her fingers into my wrist to get my pulse while she studied the ticking hands on her wristwatch. I took the opportunity to study her more closely, noticing the way her face held absolute concentration as she worked. She was trying her damnedest not to be distracted by me. It wasn’t the usual effect I had on females.
‘So can you tell me more about when this problem began?’ She glanced down at my forms, which I’d deliberately left vague, jotting down only the most critical issues—name, medical insurance, and oh, yeah, a painful erection. I’d been hoping to speak with a male doctor who’d seen this kind of thing before, not an attractive young nurse, dammit.
I hesitated and Rick laughed. ‘We were beginning our film shoot and my star here got stage fright. I gave him a couple of the little blue pills I keep on hand just in case.’
Her mouth pursed into a pouty frown again as she looked from Rick back to me. I glanced down, motioning to the tense erection straining against my jeans.
‘Oh, my.’ Her hand flew to her mouth and she involuntarily took a step back.
Her response was so honest, so damn innocent, I almost chuckled. Almost. But the majority of my blood supply was sitting south at the moment, which delayed any normal responses.
‘So, wait…what business are you guys in?’
‘Adult entertainment,’ Rick and I answered at the exact same moment.
‘You mean…porn?’ Alexa asked.
I winced.
Rick reached across to hand Alexa a business card. ‘Mrs. X Entertainment,’ he said proudly.
I didn’t explain that it was the romantic, softer stuff, and that the film company had won awards for being female-friendly—the features that had attracted me to working with them in the first place. Because frankly, none of that mattered. It was porn, and that was all she was going to see. She probably figured I was some sort of player or a sex addict. I saw it in her eyes, and there was no use fighting it. It wasn’t like I would ever see this girl again. She would never know about the little girl in my custody, and the mortgage, groceries, and utilities I was responsible for.
After taking a moment to compose herself the nurse jumped into action, grabbing a white paper gown and thrusting it towards me. ‘Here. Get undressed and put this on so that it opens in the front and I’ll be right back.’ She fled the room without another word.
A few days ago when I’d signed on for the whole adult entertainment thing it’d been easy. I showed up and posed for some modeling photos for the website. Wearing just boxers I lounged on a bed with a beautiful girl named Desiree. They had us pose in various positions that grew increasingly intimate—me licking her neck, her nipples, and then her clit. It wasn’t sexual, like you’d think it would be. We had to hold still and hold each pose for several seconds while the camera clicked away, so it wasn’t like I was actually getting her off. I just sort of held my tongue against her. It was…different. And when they’d asked me to shed the boxers, I wasn’t hard yet. Without a word, Desiree—like the pro she was—reached down and rubbed her long, manicured fingers over my package until I was erect. After that I spent another hour posing with her. Modeling was the easy part. It was the filming that would prove to be difficult.
Three Hours Earlier
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