Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 126: Morning Visit

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The sound came first.

Distant and muffled, like it was travelling through water. His brain registered it before anything else, that steady mechanical rhythm pulling him up from somewhere deep and dark.

Then the smell hit him.

Antiseptic. Clean linen. Something sterile sitting at the back of his throat.

His eyelids were heavy. When he tried to open them the light hit him wrong and he squeezed them shut again. Everything was too bright, too white, too sharp.

He tried again. Slower.

Blurry shapes first. White ceiling tiles. The outline of a machine to his right. A window letting in pale morning light that hurt.

He blinked.

Things sharpened gradually, like a camera finding its focus. The monitor became clear, its green line tracing steady peaks across the screen.

*Hospital.*

His body came next. A dull ache that started around his ribs and spread outward. His back felt like concrete. His left side throbbed. His knuckles were swollen and stiff.

And then he felt something else. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Something warm.

Wet.

Moving slowly.

His brow furrowed.

The sensation was soft and deliberate — a warm pressure working up his length and then sliding back down. Slow. Patient. Like whoever was doing it had all the time in the world.

He was still too foggy to process it properly.

His eyes drifted down.

The hospital gown had been shifted aside. And there was someone there, positioned between his legs, their head moving in a slow and steady rhythm.

Dark hair.

He blinked again.

*"What..."*

Then his vision cleared completely.

*Tasha.*

Liam stared.

She hadn’t noticed he was awake. Her eyes were closed, her focus entirely on what she was doing. Her lips were wrapped around him, moving down in a slow controlled slide that he felt all the way up his spine.

Her tongue pressed flat and warm against the underside of him as her head descended, dragging with just enough pressure to make his stomach tighten. Then as she came back up the tip of it traced a slow line along the vein beneath, circling once at the top before she went down again.

She wasn’t rushing.

Each stroke was unhurried and deliberate. The warmth of her mouth was complete, and every time she pulled back up her tongue swept and pressed in a way that made the muscles in his thighs involuntarily tense.

Two filled hearts floated above her, visible only to him. Glowing softly in the dim morning light.

Liam’s head fell back against the pillow.

’Tasha?’

He gripped the edge of the mattress with his good hand.

Her pace stayed the same — that slow thorough rhythm that was somehow more devastating than anything fast would have been.

Her tongue never stopped moving, pressing and curling and tracing with a patience that told him she’d been at this for a while.

His eyes drifted to her right hand.

It was between her own legs, her dark navy leggings pulled to the side. She was wet — visibly so, glistening against her fingers in the low morning light.

Two fingers pushed inside slowly, curling on the way out, her palm grinding against her clit as they did.

Her breathing was quiet and controlled through her nose but her chest was rising faster now. The occasional soft exhale was the only sound she made.

Her tongue wrapped around him on the upstroke, tight and deliberate, the tip pressing into the ridge at the head before she went back down.

The inside of her mouth was hot and slick and she used all of it — cheeks hollowing slightly when she pulled back, tongue flat and dragging on the way down.

The grey oversized hoodie she was wearing had ridden up on one side, showing the curve of her hip and the skin above her waistband.

Her fingers pushed back in, deeper this time, and a small breath came out through her nose.

’What is she doing here? And why is she—’

Her tongue pressed flat on the downstroke and the thought dissolved.

He kept his breathing slow. Kept his body as still as he could manage. Kept his grip on the mattress from tightening in a way that would give him away.

She changed the angle slightly and the shift hit him like a current. Her lips tightened their seal. Her tongue focused at the most sensitive spot, pressing in short strokes before sliding back into that long sweeping rhythm.

Her own breathing was getting heavier.

The fingers between her legs moved faster.

Liam stared at the ceiling, jaw clenched.

’I’m not going to last.’

He didn’t.

His body tensed all at once.

His grip on the mattress went white-knuckled.

He kept his face as neutral as he could and kept the sound locked behind his teeth, but everything else had absolutely no say in the matter.

He finished, completely, into her mouth.

Tasha went very still.

Then she swallowed quietly, pulled back slowly, and began carefully rearranging his gown.

She was in the middle of that when the door opened.

A nurse walked in. Late twenties. Short natural hair. Blue scrubs. A tablet in one hand and a pen tucked behind her ear.

Tasha sat up straight in the chair in one fluid motion — hoodie tugged down, right hand resting in her lap like it had always been there. She wiped the corner of her mouth quickly.

The nurse glanced at her, then at Liam’s apparently sleeping form, then at her tablet.

"Just here to do a quick check," she said, voice low and professional. "Did you notice anything unusual overnight? Any movement or sounds from him?"

Tasha shook her head. "No. Nothing."

"Okay." The nurse checked the monitor and made a note on her tablet. Then she looked over at Tasha with a warm smile. "It’s really lovely that you stayed the whole night. Your boyfriend is lucky to have someone like you."

Tasha’s head snapped up. "He’s not my boyfriend."

The nurse raised an eyebrow. Her smile didn’t move. "Sure."

"He’s not," Tasha said again, firmer.

The nurse tilted her head with the look of someone who had seen enough of life to know better. "Sweetheart, you’ve been here since before midnight. It’s nearly seven in the morning." She looked at Tasha’s tired eyes, the slight dishevelment of someone who’d spent the night in a chair. "You sat here all night for someone who isn’t your boyfriend."

Tasha opened her mouth.

"And," the nurse continued, holding up one finger, "the officer who called you said you didn’t even hesitate. Just said you were on your way and hung up."

Tasha closed her mouth.

The nurse smiled wider. "Sure fooled me."

She made another note and headed for the door, pausing with her hand on the frame. "You don’t have to put a label on it, honey. But don’t sit here all night for someone you don’t care about and then tell me you don’t care about him." A beat. "That’s all I’m saying."

She left.

The door clicked shut.

The room went quiet again. Just the monitor and the distant sounds of the corridor.

Tasha sat very still, staring at the door. Her jaw was tight. Her fingers were twisted together in her lap.

Then she exhaled slowly through her nose.

"I don’t even know if I like him," she said quietly. To herself. To nobody.

Under the hospital gown, Liam kept his eyes closed and his breathing slow.

’She doesn’t know if she likes me?.’

He let a full minute pass. Until the room had settled and he was certain she wasn’t going anywhere.

Then he shifted. Just slightly. Enough to make the bed creak.

Tasha’s head turned sharply.

Liam opened his eyes properly, blinking against the light.

Tasha stared at him.

He looked back at her.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. Her eyes were red around the edges. Slightly puffy. Like she’d been crying at some point during the night, or very close to it.

Liam hadn’t expected that.

He genuinely hadn’t.

"Liam." Her voice came out quieter than usual. "You’re awake."

He opened his mouth to say something clever. Something easy.

But she looked too raw for that. Too unguarded. Like whatever walls she normally kept up had quietly come down somewhere between midnight and seven in the morning.

"Hey," he said instead. His voice came out rough and dry.

Tasha leaned forward. Her eyes moved across his face, his arms, the bandaging at his side. Her jaw tightened.

"What happened?" Her voice was controlled but barely. "How did you get hurt like this? I thought I lost you, Liam. What were you doing?"

"Tasha—"

"Don’t." She shook her head. "Don’t tell me it’s nothing. I can see it’s not nothing. You’re in a hospital bed."

He looked at her. At the redness around her eyes. At the way she was gripping the arm of the chair.

"It was just a fight. Some thug. It’s done now."

’I feel like a jerk. She stayed here all night, I made her worried to a point she was actually crying, and I can’t even tell her what really happened.’

"You were crying," he said quietly.

"No, I wasn’t." She looked away immediately.

"I’m sorry I made you worry." He paused. "I didn’t expect you to come."

Tasha’s jaw worked. She kept her eyes on him, steady and unreadable. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Because you were mad at me the last time we spoke."

"I wasn’t mad. I told you it was your life and I meant it."

"Alright." He held her gaze. "I’m grateful you’re here."

"You’re welcome." She kept her eyes on him, and it was sharper now — the rawness tucked back behind something more familiar. "I’m also glad you’re not dead. Even though you made a stupid decision."

Liam almost smiled. "I’m fine, Tasha. Okay? I’m fine."

She stared at him for a long moment. Like she was checking his face for the truth in it.

"You don’t look fine," she said.

"I feel fine."

"You’re in a hospital."

"Minor setback."

Tasha let out a breath that was almost a laugh but not quite. She shook her head and looked him dead in the eyes. "You’re so stupid."

"Probably," Liam agreed.

The monitor beeped steadily between them.

Tasha stood abruptly, smoothing down her hoodie. "Don’t move. I’m going to get the doctor — they need to know you’re awake."

"Tasha—"

"Don’t move," she said again, firmer.

She crossed to the door, then paused with her hand on the frame and looked back at him one last time.

Something passed across her face. Quick and unguarded and gone before he could name it.

Then she turned and walked out without looking back. The door swung shut behind her.

Liam stared at the ceiling.

’She was crying. Tasha was actually crying. She stayed all night. And she doesn’t know if she likes me. It feels like I woke up in another dimension.’

He stopped that thought.

Filed it somewhere he could examine later — when his ribs didn’t hurt and his head was clearer.

The monitor kept beeping.

"Now that I have some alone time," Liam murmured to himself, "let’s find out what that black heart was."

"System," he whispered.