Chapter Ruby
Ruby
Taking Morgan up on his offer to stay the night didn’t take too long. By Tuesday, she already missed him enough to book herself into his suite for the night. She had the evening shift that day and with a live concert happening in the square, she was plenty busy.
Morgan waited for her at the entrance of his apartment building with Blue by his side. “You two look handsome as ever.”
“Ruby, darlin’,” he drawled. His words made her heart flutter and sent a tingle all the way to her toes.
Morgan spread his arms wide, and she happily accepted the invitation, hugging him around the waist and resting her cheek against his chest. “You must be exhausted. Let’s get you upstairs and cosy. ”
Morgan gave her a tight squeeze, then took her hand and led her inside. She’d dropped her bag off that morning, and it waited for her just inside the door.
“I saved you some dinner and if you like, I can run you a hot bath.”
“I feel so spoiled.”
“You’re supposed to, darlin’.”
“Will you finally tell me what’s going on with your brother?
” She’d casually asked him about it Sunday evening, but Morgan had said it was something he wanted to discuss in person.
And although she didn’t know Alexander that well, she’d been worried, despite Morgan’s assurance that his brother was fine.
“Of course.”
She changed into her pyjamas and insisted she wanted to watch him work on his Legos as she ate, since Morgan had already eaten dinner with his brothers for a business meeting.
“Alexander introduced us to his boyfriend.”
“Oh, how exciting! Did you like him?”
“I did.”
“When did they meet?”
“They started dating six months ago, and he’s kept the entire thing a secret—including his bisexuality.”
“Wait! You didn’t know?”
“We didn’t.” Morgan clicked his next brick into place then turned to her, arms crossed. “I have to say I was a little upset that he didn’t tell us sooner.”
“Of course you are. The three of you seem so tightly knitted that I’m sure it feels a little like a betrayal. I’d feel the same if my brothers kept something like that from me.”
“I never thought I gave him reason to be scared to tell us anything.”
“I can’t put myself in his shoes, but there are so many horror stories of people coming out that maybe he was scared of rejection even though he knows you love him. How did Manuel handle it?”
Morgan chuckled and shook his head. “Mad that I found out an hour before him. Oh, and that he kept trying to set Alexander up for the past few months.”
“Poor him.”
“There is something else I would like to confess to you.”
“And I will listen.”
“My brothers know about my kinks—about the dominance and submission. Naturally, they assume that we take part in it too. I haven’t talked about us in particular, but they know me far too well.
They might make comments, and I would like for you to tell me if you get uncomfortable so I can shut it down. ”
“It’s going to be so embarrassing, my face is already red and they aren’t even in the room.”
“I will be sure to keep them in check, but I wanted you to know I have not talked about anything private with them. But I have in the past, so they’re aware of my… hobbies.”
“Oh, god.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t apologise. I know how brothers can be, I’m just not one of those girls that can have those conversations without being embarrassed.”
“When that happens, you can remind Manuel that I had to teach him how to tie up his last girlfriend because he kept screwing it up.”
She smiled so wide that her cheeks hurt. “That does help. Thank you for warning me.”
“I didn’t want them to make a snarky remark and have you think that I talk about you behind your back.”
“I assumed you talk about me with them—I do it with my brothers.”
“Well, I hope it’s only good things.”
“There wouldn’t be anything else to talk about.”
“There wouldn’t, huh?” He cocked his brow and relaxed in his seat, arms still crossed over his chest. “Have you finished your plate?”
“Yes, it was wonderful.”
“Do you want more?”
“No, I’m full.”
He gave a short nod, and with it the atmosphere clearly changed. “How tired are you, darlin’? Do you want me to tuck you in right away?”
“I think I can stay up a little longer.”
“Come here,” he demanded, patting his lap.
She set the plate aside and scrambled to her feet. Once she was close enough, he pulled her onto his lap so that her thighs straddled his.
“This evening can go two ways, and both are equally acceptable.”
With her heart already hammering in her chest, she tickled over his neck and let her fingers dance over his nape, loving how his closely cropped hair felt beneath her fingertips. “Okay…”
Morgan’s lips curled, showing a flash of white teeth as his green eyes darkened with desire. “You can either curl up on that couch with a movie and some snacks while I get my nerd on, or I can command you to your knees and teach you how to suck my cock. After, I’ll have you as my midnight snack.”
Her heart stumbled over itself, then seemed to stop altogether. “I-I…” she stammered, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“It’s okay, darlin’. You can take your time.”
Part of her wanted to accept the movie, if for no other reason than to see how he would react.
Then she quickly redirected, realising that it was the answer that Rick would want her to choose.
She didn’t want to taint this relationship with bad decisions of her last, so she took Morgan’s word for it and chose the second option. “Teach me how you like it.”
Morgan’s smile lit up the room, and it melted her insides. “Then you’d better get on your knees.”
She dropped to her knees, but then hesitantly shifted in place. “Can I have a pillow for the floor?”
His brows fused, disappointment damping the desire swirling in his orbs. “Of course. Forgive me, I wasn’t thinking straight.” He stood before she got the chance, returning with a cushion in hand.
“Thank you.” While she adjusted herself, Morgan returned to the chair.
“Is there anything from the past that you’ve disliked from your partners?”
With her hands in her lap, she looked up at him, finding this—being his—very peaceful. “Silence.” Did that even make sense?
“When you don’t get a reaction?”
“Yes, I can’t tell how I’m doing without noise.”
“I assure you I’m very vocal. What else, darlin’?”
God, her cheeks were on fire. “I’m not really experienced, but you know how in porn they’re choked—I don’t really like that.”
He let out a soft huff. “I’ll be sure to respect that.”
“Do you like that?”
He shrugged. “In some sense yes, but if it’s one of your limits I’ll respect that.”
“I’m sorry.”
Morgan offered her a hand, and she leaned into his warm palm. “Never apologise for your boundaries. You are strong for setting them.” A shiver ran down her spine, his words making her head dizzy. With a kiss to her forehead, he leaned back again. “Now, unbuckle my belt.”
She did as she was told with quivering hands. She paused, with her hands on the button of his jeans, and looked up, waiting for permission. “May I?” she quickly asked when she realised that she needed to vocalise her hesitation.
“Please do.” She took her time, carefully lowering the zipper and being greeted by the hard bulge pressing against his briefs. “Don’t be shy, darlin’. I’m all yours.”
Her fingers curled around the elastic band, tugging it down until his thick cock sprang free.
He shuffled slightly, wiggling his jeans down and wrapping long fingers around his shaft.
She watched, mesmerised, hot waves running through her veins.
When she forced her eyes away from him, fisting up and down his length slowly, she found herself losing all coherent thoughts she had left in his deep forest green eyes.
His free hand found her neck, thumb brushing her throat. She couldn’t tell what it was about him touching her like that, but she was growing addicted to it. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, swallowing hard.
“Wrap your hand around the base.” She did so, his hand giving way. “Tighter, remember?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m here to teach you what drives me crazy.” His hand blanketed hers and added pressure. “Perfect,” he husked, guiding her head closer. “Seal your lips around my crown.”
She ignored that plea at first, flicking her tongue over his slit instead. Precum burst over her tastebuds, and she found herself craving more. Morgan’s chest rumbled, his thumb caressing her throat oh so softly.
“Again,” he demanded, his voice shaking.
She peered up from between his thighs, flattening her tongue on that sensitive bundle of nerves below his cockhead. His head lolled back, eyes closed with a smile so sweet and lustful that she had to clench her thighs against the heat building between them.
“Don’t stop, darlin’. Swirl that tongue and make your man lose his mind.”
She obeyed without taking her eyes off of him for a single second.
She loved how his lips twitched, his eyes softly narrowed, and his hand guided her to stroke the length her mouth couldn’t.
She lapped her tongue over his slit once more before sucking his cock between her lips.
She felt him jerk, slowly bobbing her head deeper into his lap.
“You’re doing so well, darlin’.”
God, his praise had her all giddy, wanting—needing—to make him feel good. She wanted to be good for him. With one hand bracing against his lower stomach, she rose onto her knees and leaned over his lap. His muscles flexed under her touch, his fist pumping faster.
“Just like that, darlin’,” he purred for her, fingers crawling up from her neck to twist into her hair.
She took him deeper and faster, trying to adapt to his fist. Her reward were gorgeous groans with quivering thighs.
“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good.”
She didn’t stop—she couldn’t. Morgan’s filthy sounds and indecent praises pushed her to take him until he knocked against the back of her throat. When she gagged and pulled off, he softly cupped her cheek.