Deep Pockets (Kings and Rivals #1)

Chapter 31 – Morgan

31

FINALLY HOME

MORGAN

Lance’s arms were around me in a heartbeat, his body moving with a kind of urgency that sent my mind reeling. He didn’t ask for permission as he scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me toward the loft bedroom like I weighed nothing at all. His lips crashed into mine, needy and rough, each kiss igniting a fire inside me I hadn’t felt in so long. I melted into him, my body trembling at the sheer force of his need.

“I missed you so damn much,” he breathed between kisses, his voice thick and gravelly. He didn't let up, his mouth moving from my lips to my jawline, his breath hot against my skin as he spoke. "You have no idea what it's been like without you. Every day was hell."

His hands were in my hair now, pulling just enough to tilt my head back as his mouth trailed along my neck, setting every nerve ablaze. The rough stubble of his beard scraped my skin in the most delicious way, making me gasp. My hands fisted in his shirt, needing something to anchor me as he devoured every inch of exposed skin.

“Then don’t waste another second,” I managed to whisper through the heat in my veins. “Show me.”

With a low growl, he pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder, and the second we were inside, he kicked it shut behind us. The loft bedroom had always felt like our sanctuary—a place that was just ours, where the rest of the world couldn’t touch us. But tonight, it felt more like a battlefield, charged with an energy I couldn’t describe. His need was raw, almost violent, and it matched the desperation building inside me.

He set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands already tugging at my clothes, peeling my shirt over my head in one quick motion. His eyes raked over my bare skin, dark and full of hunger. He was taking in every inch of me as though he hadn’t seen me in years, and maybe in his mind, he hadn’t.

"God, I've been dreaming about your tits," he growled, his hands cupping them. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking them, sucking them, coming all over them. Watching you play with them as I fuck you. Every day I stroked my cock thinking about you, and God, it was never enough. You put a spell on me. My dick only works for you now, my little Spitfire.”

He cupped my breasts roughly in his hands, squeezing them. He bent down, nipping at my left nipple through the lace of my bra. His teeth grazed my sensitive skin, and I arched my back.

“Lance, please,” I begged.

He broke away with a growl, his eyes blazing with hunger. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”

With one quick jerk, he tore my bra in half, sending the fabric flying across the room. My breasts bounced free, aching and needy for his touch. He sucked one into his mouth roughly, using his teeth and tongue to tease and torment me in all the right ways. The pleasure was so intense I could barely catch my breath. My nails dug into the sheets beneath me as he moved to the other one. His tongue lapped at my nipple, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. He sucked and bit down harder, wanting to leave his mark. I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips, and I didn’t care about the noise we were making.

As if he could read my mind, he slipped two fingers beneath my panties, dipping them inside me to find me wet and aching for him. I arched my hips against him, silently begging for more.

“You like that? You like being teased?” he growled against my skin, biting lightly on my other nipple before proceeding to suckle it hard enough to leave a mark.

Unable to form words, I whimpered in response, rocking my hips against his hand as his fingers worked magic between my legs. The pressure built inside me like a storm brewing at sea, a wall of pent-up desire that threatened to consume me whole if it didn’t find release soon.

“Lance,” I whimpered, “I—I?—”

He removed his mouth from my breast with a pop. His eyes were dark with lust and satisfaction as he grinned at me. “You what? You want me to stop?” He dipped lower, his breath hot against my swollen clit as he continued to finger me through the lace of my panties.

“No,” I panted. “I—I want...”

He knew what I wanted without me having to say it aloud, but he drew it out anyway because Lance loved to tease me until I was on the brink of insanity. With a devilish grin, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and slowly, agonizingly slowly, peeled them down my legs, taking in every inch of my wet, aching center.

“I’ve missed this,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust as he looked up at me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Morgan.”

I blushed under his hungry gaze but didn’t deny it. He’d always had a way of making me feel wanton and desired, like I was the only woman in the world for him.

“I can’t wait to come inside you, everywhere. I’m going to leave my mark all over you.”

I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hot breath against my skin.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He looked up at me from between my legs, his gaze locking onto mine. The intensity of it sent a shiver down my spine, making it nearly impossible to keep looking at him, but I forced myself to comply. He wanted me to see what he was doing to me, to watch as he unraveled me piece by piece.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. “I want to hear you.”

My mind was a blur, pleasure surging through me with every word, every touch. I could barely form words, my body trembling uncontrollably as I teetered on the edge of oblivion. “It’s… it’s everything,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

Lance didn't waste any time. He tugged my hips closer to his mouth, his hands grasping my ass cheeks roughly as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue lashed out, expertly finding my clit, swirling and flicking it in circles that made me moan loudly. I arched my back, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me.

"Lance," I whimpered, "Oh God, Lance!"

He only growled in response, apparently intent on sending me over the edge as soon as possible. He sucked my clit into his warm mouth, sucking and biting gently with his teeth as his tongue continued to tease me mercilessly. The sensation of his mouth on such a sensitive part of me was enough to make me see stars. He knew exactly how much pressure I could take before it became too much, and he teetered on that line expertly.

"Lance!" I moaned louder this time, digging my nails into the sheets beneath me. My whole body tensed as a wave of pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, claiming every inch of me until all I could do was clench around his fingers and pant for air.

He didn't stop there. If anything, he seemed even more determined to bring me to orgasm again. His tongue plunged inside me now, lapping at my wetness hungrily while one of his fingers pressed against my tight anus. I cried out in surprise but didn't protest; instead, I arched my back further in invitation. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I came, screaming his name as the world exploded around us both until I was reduced to a quivering mess beneath him. Only then did he finally look up at me with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he said, his voice rough as he stood, his eyes dark with desire.

He pulled me up to my knees as his gaze devoured me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he traced a finger down my throat to the swell of my breasts.

"I've been dreaming about these lips," he whispered, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Show me how much you missed me. Make me forget everything but you."

He guided my hands to the waistband of his pants, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. My fingers fumbled with the button, anticipation making them tremble as I unfastened his jeans and slid them down his hips. He kicked them aside, standing before me in nothing but dark boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his arousal.

"Don't tease me, Morgan," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine. "Take what you want."

I didn't need to be told twice. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his hard length through the fabric of his boxers. He groaned and threw his head back in pleasure as I stroked him through the fabric.

"That's it, Spitfire," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "That's what I want."

Slowly, teasingly, I dipped my head down and ran my tongue along the outline of his cock through the fabric, savoring the way he trembled beneath my touch. My heart pounding in my chest, I slipped his boxers down just far enough to reveal his throbbing erection. He was even more impressive than I remembered, long and thick, pulsing with need for me.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see your eyes when you taste me."

I looked up at him, my cheeks flushing red as I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Good girl," he purred, roughly running his hand through my hair . "Now, open up for me."

I did as he said, parting my lips in invitation. He didn't hesitate; Lance pushed his cock into my mouth, deep enough to make me gag but not so far that I couldn't breathe.

"That's it, Spitfire," he groaned. "Take it all."

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling me up, the way his thickness stretched my jaw wide. His hands tangled themselves in my hair, guiding me up and down as he set the pace. My tongue swirled around his length as best I could, savoring the taste of him—salt and musk and pure Lance.

"Fuck, Morgan," he groaned through gritted teeth. "You've always known how to drive me crazy."

The praise spurred me on, and I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my throat with each bob of my head. His hands tightened their grip on my hair as he thrust into my mouth even harder, groaning my name like a prayer on his lips.

"Shit, Spitfire," he growled, panting above me. "You're so fucking good at this."

His compliment only made me more determined to make him lose control. I ran my fingernails lightly down his thighs as I sucked him harder, reveling in the sounds he made deep in his throat whenever I hit just the right spot. His cock twitched in warning against the back of my throat, and I knew he was close.

"Fuck, just like that," he rasped, his hips rocking forward as he surrendered to the sensation. "So damn good."

I moved my mouth over him, varying my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I drew him in deeper. His breathing turned to ragged gasps, his control slipping as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip before taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough. I glanced up, meeting his gaze as I continued to work him with my mouth. The connection was electric, his eyes filled with a hunger that made my core clench. “You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock. Such a good girl.”

I moaned around him, the vibration eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. His hands guided me, setting a rhythm that matched the throbbing heat between my own thighs. I could feel his muscles tensing, his release building.

"Goddamn, you're going to make me come," he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping open again. "But not yet."

Suddenly, he pulled away, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he lifted me effortlessly, tossing me onto the bed. The sudden movement made me gasp, a thrill running through me as he climbed over me, his body pressing me into the mattress.

"You're not getting off that easy," he teased, his lips brushing against mine. "I want to hear you scream my name."

He trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body with a desperate urgency. His fingers found their way between my thighs, slipping into the slick heat waiting for him.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes," I gasped, arching into his touch. "Only you."

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his fingers teasing me mercilessly. "I need to hear you say it."

"I want you inside me," I moaned, barely able to form the words. "I need you, Lance. Please."

"That's my girl," he purred.

His fingers left me aching as he positioned himself at my entrance, his large cock throbbing against my wetness. Slowly, excruciatingly so, he pushed inside of me—just the tip, teasing us both.

"Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Feels even better than I remembered."

"Lance," I whimpered, my nails digging into the sheets as he began to move, rocking his hips in and out of me with a maddening slowness. It felt so good—so right—to have him inside me again after our time apart.

"Tell me how it feels," he groaned, his hips picking up speed ever so slightly.

"It feels... it feels so good," I gasped, the pleasure building in my core with each thrust. "I missed you so much."

His only response was a low growl as he pulled out, denying me.

"No," I whined, my hips bucking against him, desperate for more. "Lance, please."

He dropped his forehead to mine, then kissed me ever so softly. I’m trying to make this last, Spitfire. But fuck, you feel too good. You left me all alone and aching for you. Let me show you how sorry I am. Let me take my time showing you."

"Oh God," I moaned, arching my back as he teased me again, his cock just barely brushing against my sensitive clit. "I... I beg you, Lance. Please, don't stop. I need you inside me. I need to feel you."

He didn't say a word, but with a low groan and one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily at the feeling of being so full, the slight bite of pain reminding me of how big he was.

"Fuuuck, Morgan," he panted above me. "So tight. So perfect."

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he thrust into me with a fierce intensity. The dominance in his actions ignited something primal within me, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"Say you're mine," he growled, his eyes boring into mine.

"I'm yours," I cried out, the words spilling from my lips without hesitation. "All yours."

"That's right," he whispered, lowering his mouth to capture mine in a searing kiss. "And I'm never letting you go. I could fuck a baby Spitfire into you like this if you weren’t on birth control. Maybe one day. But for now, I’m going to make you sticky with my cum. And if it leaks, I’m going to push it back in with my fingers. At any time of the day, I might ask you to lift your skirt so I can see how sticky I left you last."

His words, so filthy and possessive, set off a wildfire within me. I arched my hips against him, urging him on. Faster. Harder. The swirling vortex of pleasure grew tighter, hotter, coiling deep inside me.

"Yes," I moaned into his mouth. "Yes, Lance. Fuck me like I'm yours."

With those words, he increased his pace, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with our frantic motions. The days apart melted away, replaced with a desperate hunger that consumed us both.

As the pressure inside me built, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. "Lance, I’m…"

"That's it," he growled. "Let it go, Spitfire. Come for me."

His words sent me spiraling over the edge, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I cried out his name. My body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

Lance held me closer to him, his own release coming in a deep growl as he spilled his seed inside me.

"Mine," he panted, collapsing onto my chest, our hearts pounding in unison. "God, Morgan. I missed you."

I ran my fingers through his damp hair, still trying to catch my breath. "I missed you too."

Lance pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me protectively, as though he was afraid to let go. I felt his lips press softly against my hair, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I knew without a doubt that this was where I belonged.