Hard times at the fertility clinic

Chapter 3: A vape break

Claire stepped outside, feeling the cool evening air on her skin. She took a drag from her vape, the sweet flavor calming her senses as her mind wandered back to Noah. She exhaled slowly, watching the vapor drift away, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she recalled the desperate look on his face.

"He's truly determined to last the full two weeks," she thought, biting her lip. "That leaky cock of his is begging for relief, and he's fighting it so valiantly."

Her fingers twitched at the memory of his strained expression, his eyes pleading with her to continue. She could almost feel the tension in his body, the ache in his balls, and the tingling sensation in his cock, desperate for release.

"Most guys would've given in by now," she mused, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. "They'd have shot their load and been done with it. But not Noah. He's got his heart set on that money."

Claire took another drag, the vapor caressing her face. She blew out a steady stream, watching it merge with the night air. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she thought back to past encounters.

"I've had guys beg me to stop teasing them," she said with a soft laugh. "But they always end up caving. Afterwards, they'd storm off, never to be heard from again."

She sighed, recalling how many men had succumbed to her teasing only to disappear afterward, their desperation satisfied in the confines of their own homes.

"It's always the same," she continued, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment. "They fall for my flirting, my teasing, but they never stick around. Always a case of 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.'"

Claire took a final drag from her vape and exhaled slowly, the air shimmering with the remnants of her exhale. Her eyes glittered with determination as she set her sights on the distance.

"But Noah's different," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. "I can sense it. He's the first one I've met who might actually withstand my teasing. The first one who might let me edge him endlessly."

She smiled, a gleam in her eye, as she pictured the look of pure frustration on Noah's face. Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she envisioned his aching cock, throbbing with need, and the desperate glint in his eye that begged for release.

"I can't wait to push him to his limits," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. "To see if he can resist the sweet relief I can offer. This is going to be one hell of a ride."

The night cast a peaceful silence over the hospital as Claire made her way back inside, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Noah. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power as she reflected on their earlier interaction. Most men would have given in to their lust by now, but Noah's determination to endure the trial kept him steadfast.

"Poor Noah," she mused, a playful glint in her eye. "He can't just go home and take care of business like other guys. He's stuck here, at the mercy of his own desire and my teasing touches."

Claire relished the control she had over him, knowing that she could torment him endlessly within the confines of the hospital walls. The memory of his pleading eyes begging her to touch his cock sent a thrill through her body. She pictured his cute, innocent face, twisted in frustration, and it only fueled her desire to push him further.

"His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were parted as he begged me to touch his cock," she recalled, her own face heating up at the memory. "It was so damn adorable, I could almost feel his need radiating off him."

Claire paused, her hand unconsciously reaching up to touch her heated cheek. She could still see the look of pure, unfiltered desire in Noah's eyes, and it affected her in a way she hadn't expected.

"I want to see that look on his face over and over again," she declared, her voice steady. "The idea of him finding release, of him cumming, makes me..." She searched for the right word, her eyes glazing over with a mixture of emotions. "It makes me sad."

She took a steadying breath, her fingers gently rubbing her thumb, as if she were soothing an imaginary ache. "I don't want him to experience that relief, not ever. I want to keep him on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain, forever if I could. That adorable, cute, frustrated face he makes is just too perfect to let go of."

Claire's voice softened as she painted a mental picture of Noah's face contorted in pleasure. "His eyes would squeeze shut, his mouth would open in a silent scream, and his body would arch off the bed. But I don't want that," she whispered, her voice laced with longing. "I want to keep him right where he is, desperate and needy, with that adorable look on his face."

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of lust and determination. "I'll keep him guessing, keep him wondering if today will be the day I let him find release. That power I have over him, that's what I crave."

Claire couldn't shake the image of Noah's adorable face twisted in frustration from her mind. She envisioned his eyes, watery with unshed tears, as he begged her to let him cum. Her chest tightened at the thought of his suffering, and she felt a tingle between her legs as her breath quickened.

"Damn," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "The faces he'll make... Those big eyes of his, pleading with me to let him finish. His mouth, parted in a silent moan, his tongue darting out to wet his lips."

Claire's own mouth went dry as she pictured Noah's lips, full and pink, quivering as he teetered on the edge of release. She imagined the sound of his breath, ragged and uneven, filling the room as he struggled to hold back.

"And then," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "just as he's on the brink, I'll stop. I'll pull away, leaving him desperate and frustrated, his cock aching to cum."

The thought of it made her wet, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling the dampness between her legs. Claire bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagined the look of pure need on Noah's face. She pictured his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his chest heaving with suppressed desire.

"He'll be so desperate," she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest. "Wanting me to take him to the edge again, to let him experience that sweet relief."

Claire's fingers trembled as she imagined herself denying him, watching his face twist in a mix of pleasure and agony. She knew she was torturing herself with these thoughts, but she couldn't help it. The power she held over Noah, the way she could control his pleasure, was intoxicating.

"I need a moment," she said, her voice shaky.

Claire turned from her walk towards his room, her heart pounding, and made her way to the bathroom. The cool tiles soothed her heated skin as she stepped inside. She locked herself in a stall, her breath coming in short gasps. Slowly, she slid her hand under her skirt, her fingers finding the damp fabric of her panties.

With a gentle tug, she pulled them down, feeling the cool air on her heated skin. Her fingers traced the thin trail of moisture that had formed, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her mind whirred with images of Noah, his handsome face contorted in pleasure, his body arching off the bed, desperate for release.

"This is what you do to me," she whispered, her breath coming in short bursts. "This is the power you have over me, you and your innocent face, your denied cock."

Claire's fingers slid lower, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention. Her eyes fluttered closed as she imagined Noah, his lean body taut with need, his cock encased in a chastity cage, waiting for her to unlock it. In her mind, he wasn't just a patient, he was her boyfriend, and she had denied him release for years, toying with his desire.

"You've been locked up for so long, my sweet boy," she whispered, her fingers stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Always hoping I'll let you cum, always believing that today might be the day."

She imagined his faithfulness and devotion as he waited patiently, his love for her keeping him loyal even as she denied him the most basic physical release.

"Your cock is mine," she murmured, her breath quickening. "And I'll never let you cum. You'll be a virgin forever, never knowing the pleasure of release."

Claire's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing against her clit as she imagined Noah's frustrated moans. Her free hand balled into a fist, grasping the edge of the stall as her hips pushed against her hand.

"Oh, the faces you make when I tease you," she continued, her voice catching as her breath quickened. "Your eyes pleading with me, your mouth open in a silent plea for release."

In her mind's eye, she saw Noah, his handsome face contorted in longing, his body taut with need, his cock throbbing within the confines of the chastity cage. She imagined him on the bed, his arms reaching out to her, his desire plain to see, yet he remained dutifully chaste, his virginity intact.

"You're my Virgin Prince," she cooed, her fingers working expertly. "Locked in chastity, desperate for your princess to set you free. But I'll never grant your release, no matter how much you plead."

Claire's breath hitched as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her thighs trembling as her fingers worked feverishly. She pictured Noah's hopeful expression, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, unaware that she would never allow him to cum, that she relished in his perpetual denial.

"You think I'll let you cum today, don't you?" she taunted softly, her voice laced with amusement. "You think your princess will finally grant your wish, but I won't. I'll keep you locked up forever, my chaste boyfriend, my Virgin Prince."

Her fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder, as she imagined Noah's face, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry, his virgin cock aching for release. Her own breath quickened, mirroring the rhythm of her fingers, as she whispered.

"This is what you do to me, my sweet, denied boy," she panted. "You make me ache and burn, and yet I deny you the same pleasure. I keep you locked up, and it's driving you mad."

Claire's breath caught in her throat as she finally peaked, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She bit her lip to muffle her moans, her fingers slowing as the waves of pleasure washed over her. In her mind's eye, she saw Noah's hopeful expression fade, his eyes glazing over with the realization that she would never set him free.

"You'll never cum, my sweet Virgin Prince," she whispered, her voice thick with post-orgasmic satisfaction. "You'll forever be mine, locked in chastity, both physically and emotionally."

Chapter 4: Gullible virginity

Noah shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed, the memories of Claire's touch seared into his skin. Her fingers had danced along his thighs, sending electric shocks straight to his cock. It throbbed now, confined beneath the blanket, a painful reminder of his virginity and the trials of the fertility treatment.

He stole a glance at the door, half-expecting Claire to reappear. Her sudden departure had been abrupt, leaving him with a maddening ache and a flurry of questions. Noah's shy nature tangled with a burst of protective instincts. He sensed her embarrassment and felt a surge of guilt.

"She's probably mortified," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "She tried to help, and now she feels terrible for making it worse."

Noah couldn't shake the connection he felt with her. Her kindness and teasing flirting hinted at something more. He wondered if she liked him, if there was a spark beyond the nurse-patient dynamic. His heart raced at the thought.

Images of a possible future flashed through his mind. He pictured himself asking her out, their first date, the nervous flutter in his chest as he held her hand. Noah's shy demeanor softened in his fantasies, imagining a confidence boost from having such a beautiful girlfriend.

"It's crazy," he whispered, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "But maybe, just maybe, she likes me too."

The cast on his leg itched as his heart rate increased, a reminder of their fateful encounter. Noah couldn't help but marvel at the turn of events. Before his accident, a beautiful woman like Claire seemed out of reach, and now he dared to hope she might feel the same attraction he did.

His mind wandered back to her touch, imagining it traveling higher, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. Noah stifled a groan, his body yearning for release. The blanket shifted slightly, revealing a hint of his aroused state.

Noah's face flushed as he realized this was the closest a woman had ever been to touching his cock. Claire's innocent flirting and unintentional tease had driven him wild, and he found himself wanting more.

His shy nature battled with a newfound boldness. Noah considered the possibility of a future with Claire, feeling a surge of determination to win her over. In his daydream, her sparkling eyes and warm smile were fixed on him, and he felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of being the cause of her happiness.

The shy boy within him wanted to believe it was more than a fantasy, that the connection he felt with Claire was mutual. And so he waited, heart racing, for her to reappear and give him a sign that his daydreams weren't just wishful thinking.

Claire appeared in the doorway, her face flushed, and Noah's heart skipped a beat. He noticed her ruffled hair and the subtle sparkle in her eyes, mistaking her post-orgasm glow for embarrassment. Noah's shy smile softened, his concern for her evident.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Claire's heart melted at his innocence. She approached the bed and sat on its edge, their knees nearly touching. "I'm fine, sweet boy," she replied, her voice warm and reassuring. "Just needed a moment to myself."

Noah's eyes darted down, his cheeks reddening as he recalled the arousal she had stirred in him earlier. "I'm sorry about before," he mumbled, his shyness resurfacing. "I didn't mean to make things weird."

"Weird?" Claire's eyes widened theatrically, a hint of playful mischief in her tone. "How so?"

Noah squirmed, feeling more awkward by the second. "You know... the whole... situation." He gestured between them, unable to put his desire into words.

Claire placed a hand on his, her touch sending a shiver up his arm. "Don't be sorry, Noah. It's only weird if we make it weird." She paused, her thumb gently stroking his knuckles, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend, Noah?"

He shook his head, his embarrassment growing. "No, I..." He took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the room before landing back on her curious gaze. "I've never had a girlfriend."

Claire's heart raced at his admission. She fought the urge to smile, relishing his purity. "You're a catch, Noah. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

Noah shrugged, his shyness suddenly making him seem even more adorable in her eyes. "I guess I've just been focusing on other things, like my studies, then work, and of course biking."

"Oh, I love biking!" Claire exclaimed, leaning closer and letting her hair cascade around her shoulders. "And gaming," she added with a conspiratorial wink. "I'm a bit of a nerd, too."

Noah's eyes lit up. "Really? What games do you play?"

As their conversation flowed, Claire felt a thrill at his shy smile and earnest nature. She confessed, "You know, most guys I date just want one thing. It's refreshing to meet someone as nice as you."

Noah's heart hammered in his chest. He searched her eyes, noticing the genuine warmth there. "I mean... I like sex too," he blurted out, his cheeks reddening even more. "I just... haven't had the chance yet."

Claire's eyes sparkled with amusement and curiosity. "Oh?" She leaned in, her breath tickling his ear. "Haven't had the chance, or haven't found the right person?"

Noah swallowed hard, his pulse racing. "The right person," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers.

At that moment, with their knees touching and their eyes locked, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Noah's eyes widened as a bold idea took hold of him. "Do you think it's possible... that maybe... I could have a chance with you?"

Claire's heart skipped a beat at his forwardness. She bit her lip, playing with the idea of crossing that delicate professional line. "Perhaps," she teased, her voice lowering to a sultry tone. "But it's important to take things slow. Get to know each other."

Noah's shy smile returned, his cheeks still flushed. "Okay," he whispered, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Leaning closer, Claire placed a hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "You know, sex is so much better when you share it with someone you trust." She paused, her thumb grazing his jeans-clad thigh. "It's not just about release. It's about connection, passion, and exploring each other's bodies."

Noah's breath hitched as his pulse quickened. "I've never... I mean, I've taken care of myself, but..."

"I know, sweet boy." Claire's voice softened, her thumb moving closer to the growing bulge under the blanket. "But let me tell you, feeling a woman's touch on your cock is a million times better than your own hand."

"Really?" Noah's blush deepened, his eyes darting down to her hand.

"Oh yes." Claire nodded, her eyes sparkling with wicked intentions. "Do you want to feel my hand? Just for a moment, so you can compare."

Noah's heart raced as he nodded, his body craving the touch he'd never known.

Slowly, Claire pulled back the covers, her eyes fixed on his cock, quickly getting hard for her. Noah's breath quickened as he felt her gaze on his hard cock, throbbing with anticipation. She took her time, delighting in the sight of his virgin cock coming to life for her.

She hovered her hand over it, her fingers teasingly close but not quite touching him. "It's already leaking for me, isn't it?" she whispered, her warm breath washing over his erect length. "Imagine if I stroked that big cock of yours. Would you like that, Noah?"

Noah whimpered softly, his hips twitching upward, seeking the touch he desperately needed. "Yes," he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed as he waited for her to make contact.

But Claire held her hand just out of reach, expertly denying him the release he craved. "You've been so patient, holding out for the trial. I wonder how long you could last if I started stroking you now."

"I don't know," Noah choked out, his eyes opening to reveal the raw desire within them. "But please... I need to feel your touch."

Claire smiled softly, her thumb gently caressing the tip of his leaking cock. "I'll be gentle, Noah. I don't want to accidentally make you cum when you've come this far in the trial."

Noah nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

Slowly, Claire wrapped her hand around his shaft, her touch feather-light. "How does that feel?" she asked, her eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort.

"Amazing," Noah breathed, his hips twitching slightly as he adjusted to the feel of her hand. "So much better than my own."

She smiled, her thumb rubbing small circles on the sensitive head of his cock. "Good. Now I'm going to start stroking you, nice and slow."

Noah watched, transfixed, as she began to move her hand. Her strokes were slow and deliberate, her grip barely applying any pressure at all. "There you go, sweet boy," she cooed, her thumb continuing its circular motion. "That's my good boy."

"Oh God," Noah groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "That feels so good."

Claire quickened her pace slightly, still maintaining the gentle, teasing grip. "You like that, don't you?" she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You like my hand on your big, hard cock."

"Yes," Noah choked out, his head falling back against the pillow as he surrendered to the pleasure. "I've wanted this for so long."

She leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "Tell me what you're feeling, Noah. I want to hear it."

Noah's breath quickened as he struggled to put his overwhelming sensations into words. "It's like... like an electric current running through my body. I can feel every nerve ending screaming for more."

"More?" Claire's grip tightened imperceptibly, her strokes increasing in speed and pressure. "You can take more, can't you, Noah?"

"Yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting upward to meet her hand. "More, please, Claire. I need it."

She obliged, her strokes becoming longer and firmer. "That's it, sweet boy. Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you've wanted this."

Noah's eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure intensified. "I've wanted it so bad," he gasped. "I've dreamed of a woman touching me like this. It's better than I ever imagined."

Claire smiled, her thumb pressing lightly against the vein on the underside of his cock as she stroked. "Does that feel good, Noah? Do you like when I touch you here?"

"Yes," he whimpered, his body tensing as her thumb worked its magic. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

She paused for a moment, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with a mix of kindness and cunning. "Is this what you've been craving all this time?"

Noah could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as he processed the feeling of her soft hand stroking him. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "It's more intense than I ever imagined."

Claire smiled, her thumb gently massaging the sensitive tip of his cock. "Good. I want you to enjoy it, Noah. I want you to feel every inch of my hand on your beautiful cock."

Noah's eyes fluttered closed as her words sent a shiver down his spine. "Your hand feels so good," he murmured, his hips involuntarily lifting off the bed to chase the pleasure. "Don't stop, please."

Slowing down her strokes, Claire relished his tortured expression. "Impatient, aren't we?" She teased, her thumb tracing the outline of the velvety purplish bulb, making sure she didn't apply enough pressure to push him over the edge. "But we can't have you cumming, can we?"

"Please, Claire," Noah begged, his voice cracking with need. "I need more. It's too much."

"Too much?" Claire asked, feigning innocence as she gently squeezed his shaft. "But I thought you wanted to feel my hand on your cock."

"I do," Noah moaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably. "But I need... I need to cum so bad."

Smiling softly, Claire leaned closer, her warm breath teasing his ear as she whispered, "I know you do, sweet boy. And I would love to make you cum like you've never cum before. But I can't, so I have to take my time, nice and slow."

Noah whimpered, his body arching off the bed as her strokes teasingly dragged along his cock. "I can't hold on much longer," he gasped, his fists clenching the bedsheets. "You're driving me crazy."

"Mmm, I love hearing that," Claire purred, her thumb teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. "But you have to hold on a bit longer, Noah. You've waited this long, haven't you?"

"Yes," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled for control. "But it's so hard, Claire. I need to cum so badly."

Her thumb gently rubbed circles on the sensitive tip, sending jolts of pleasure through him. "You're so close, aren't you?" she teased, her voice husky with satisfaction. "You're right on the edge, Noah. But I'm not going to let you fall over it. Don't worry, I will help you make the last four days."

"Please, Claire," Noah begged, his hips bucking wildly. "Let me fall. I need to cum."

Claire's grip tightened imperceptibly, and she increased the pace of her strokes. "Look at me, Noah," she commanded softly, wanting to watch the desire in his eyes. "I want to see your face when you're so close to cumming."

Noah's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated with need. He locked eyes with her, searching for any hint of mercy. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

"You're so hard for me," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. "And so close."

Noah's breath hitched, his body on fire with pent-up desire. "I can't... I can't hold on... much longer," he gasped, his fingers twisting in the sheets.

"Yes, you can," Claire cooed, her thumb gently rubbing the slippery pre-cum over the head of his cock. "For me, Noah. Do it for me."

Noah's eyes, glazed with desire, locked with hers. "Claire, I—" His words caught in his throat as he struggled to convey the intensity of his need.

The room was filled with the sound of his rapid breathing. Claire's thumb continued its gentle dance, spreading the slick fluid over the sensitive head. "Shh," she cooed, placing her free hand on his stomach to calm him. "You're doing so well. Just focus on my voice and relax."

Noah's chest rose and fell rapidly, his body rigid with tension as he hovered on the edge of climax. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, only a tortured groan. His eyes, heavy-lidded and wild, conveyed the battle raging within him.

Claire's eyes sparkled with a mix of compassion and excitement as she witnessed his internal struggle. She felt a surge of power, knowing she could push him over the edge with a few simple motions. But she reveled in this moment, the delicate balance of pleasure and denial.

The corners of Noah's mouth turned down slightly, his brows knitting together as he fought the urge to buck his hips and seek the relief he craved. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, highlighting the intensity of his concentration.

"That's it, sweet boy," Claire whispered, her thumb continuing its gentle massage. "You're so close. I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand."

Noah's eyes widened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Please," he whimpered, his body involuntarily tensing. "I'm so close."

With exquisite control, Claire stilled her hand, holding his cock captive as it twitched and pulsed beneath her touch. "I know," she breathed, watching his reactions with fascination. "You're so close to the edge."

Noah's brows furrowed, his lips parting as he struggled for breath. His stomach muscles contracted beneath her hand, and his legs tensed, the veins in his neck standing out as he fought to hold back his release.

Claire's heart raced as she witnessed the play of emotions across his face—the torment, the longing, the sheer need shining in his eyes. "That's it," she whispered, her own breath quickening. "Hold it back, Noah. Keep fighting."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, his hair clinging to his temples as the room temperature escalated, or perhaps it was just him.

"That's my good boy," Claire crooned, her hand exerting the slightest pressure, keeping him on the precipice. "Fight it. Hold it back. You can do it."

Claire gave his cock a single, slow stroke, a playful gesture that kept him right on the brink. "Oh, God, Claire, don't move," Noah begged, his voice strained as he teetered on the edge. "I'm so close. Please don't move your hand."

She obliged, her hand freezing in place as she delighted in his torment. "You're doing amazingly, sweet boy," she whispered, her thumb gently rubbing small circles on the sensitive tip. "Hold it back. You're in control."

Noah's breath hitched, his body rigid with tension as he fought to maintain control. "I'm trying," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's so hard."

"I know, darling," Claire crooned, her thumb continuing its gentle massage. "But you're so strong. I can see the effort in your beautiful eyes."

His eyes flew open at her compliment, revealing the raw desire within. "I don't want you to stop," he whispered hoarsely, his hips twitching involuntarily. "But if you keep going, I'm gonna cum."

Claire smiled softly, her eyes filled with admiration for his resolve. "I know, Noah. And that's what makes it so hot."

She gave his cock another deliberate stroke, watching as a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and trickled down her hand. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" she teased, her voice husky with satisfaction. "My hand is getting all slick with your juices."

"Please, Claire," Noah whimpered, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I can't hold on much longer. I need to cum so badly."

"I know, sweet boy," she purred, slowing her strokes to a deliberate crawl. "But you can't, can you?"

Noah's chest heaved as he struggled to contain his need. "I want it so bad," he choked out, his eyes fixed on her hand as it teased him mercilessly. "Please, just a little more."

Claire's thumb gently rubbed the pre-cum over the sensitive head of his cock, making sure he stayed right on the edge. "You're begging so cutely, Noah," she teased, relishing his pleading tone. "I might have to keep you like this all night."

"Please, don't," he whimpered, his eyes pleading with her. "I'm begging you, Claire. Please let me cum."

She paused, her thumb still making small circles, keeping him on edge. "You're so hard for me, Noah," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. "Your cock is throbbing in my hand. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes," he gasped, his hips bucking uncontrollably. "Yes, please. I need it."

Claire smiled, her thumb applying the slightest bit of pressure to the tip of his cock. "Tell me how much you want it," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Describe it to me."

"I want it so bad," Noah groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as pleasure washed over him. "It's like my whole body is on fire. I need release, Claire. Please."

As much as Claire wanted to keep Noah teetering on the edge, she knew she had to pretend that this encounter was just a tantalizing taste for him. With a hint of reluctance, she slowly removed her hand from his throbbing cock and stood up from the bed.

Noah moaned in protest, his hips instinctively bucking towards her, seeking more of the incredible sensations she had awakened within him. "Please, Claire," he begged, his eyes wild with desire. "I need to cum."

Claire gave him a soft smile and gently pulled the covers over his leaking cock. "Not yet, sweet boy. You know you're not allowed until the trial is over." She reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But I couldn't resist giving you a little preview of what's to come."

Noah's chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to calm his racing heart. "That was... incredible," he whispered, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and frustration. "I've never felt anything like it."

"I know you couldn't handle much more," Claire said, her tone playful. "But we can practice. And next time, I'll edge you for a little longer before we stop." She bit her lip, feigning innocence as she added, "If you like, that is."

Noah's eyes widened at her suggestion, and he felt a surge of heat between his legs. "Yes," he said hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "I'd like that. I've been dreaming about someone else's touch for so long, and I want to get better at... handling it."

Claire's heart raced as she recognized the innocence in his words. Little did he know that her idea of "practice" was to extend these teasing sessions, pushing him closer and closer to the brink without ever letting him find release. She wanted to see him squirm, to hear him beg, to witness the raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes. It was a game of cat and mouse, and she was determined to be the one in control.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. "But for now, we should probably get you cleaned up. I'm sure you're feeling pretty sensitive down there."

Noah nodded, his face flushing slightly as he realized the evidence of his desire was still visible through the thin hospital blanket. "Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes darting away from hers. "That would be good, thanks."

As she prepared a warm washcloth, Claire's mind raced with anticipation for their next encounter. She knew Noah was hers to tease and torment, and she relished the thought of pushing him further and further, exploring the depths of his stamina and willpower. Unbeknownst to him, he had become her own personal playground, and she intended to keep him on the edge for as long as she possibly could.