Chapter 24 – Morgan #2
He knew. His fingers slid between my thighs, finding my clit swollen and slick. "So wet," he groaned, circling the sensitive bud as his tongue continued its relentless assault on my ass.
My legs trembled, threatening to give out as pleasure built impossibly higher. Lance sensed it, his free arm wrapping around my waist to support me as he worked me with his mouth and fingers.
"I need you," I panted, reaching for him. "Please?—"
"Not yet. I'm not done with you," he whispered as he dipped lower to lick my slit.
This time when his mouth found my clit, his tongue moved with deliberate precision, circling the sensitive bud while his fingers teased my entrance. When he finally pushed them inside me again, he curved them upward, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Oh god, right there," I gasped, my hips bucking against his face. "Don't stop, don't?—"
My second orgasm hit harder than the first, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he continued licking and sucking my clit. My legs nearly gave out, but Lance held me steady, working me through every aftershock until I was trembling from overstimulation.
When he finally stood, his lips glistening with my arousal, his eyes were almost black with desire.
"Bedroom," he said, his voice wrecked. "Now."
Just one problem. I couldn't walk. At all. Legs complete jelly. His chuckle was all evil satisfaction as he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. The very same one where we'd first slept together. I tried not to think about that night and stay present.
When he set me gently on my feet, his eyes were dark and hungry. Roving over my body. "fuck I want you so bad, but I don't want to lose control with you."
"Lose control," I whispered, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt. "I want to see you come undone."
His eyes flashed, something primal and hungry. I worked his shirt open, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abs. When I pushed the fabric from his shoulders, he shrugged out of it impatiently.
His eyes flashed dangerously as I freed his cock, thick and hard in my hand. I sank to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.
"Morgan..." His voice was strained, a warning that made heat pool between my thighs.
I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring the way his breath hitched. His hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding as I took him into my mouth.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking slightly. "Your mouth..."
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my hand wrapped around what wouldn't fit. The taste of him was intoxicating—salt and musk and pure Lance. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse.
"That's it," he encouraged, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Take more."
I relaxed my throat, letting him push deeper until tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. His thumb brushed them away, oddly tender even as his cock stretched my lips obscenely.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I met his gaze, still working him with my mouth, my pussy throbbing with each groan I pulled from him. The raw hunger in his eyes made me feel powerful, desired.
"So fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he said, his voice rough. His hips began to move more deliberately, fucking my mouth with measured strokes.
I dug my nails into his thighs, urging him on. My other hand slipped between my legs, finding my clit still sensitive from his earlier attention.
Lance noticed, his eyes darkening further. "Touch yourself," he growled. "Show me how wet sucking my cock makes you."
I whimpered around him, my fingers sliding through slick folds. His eyes tracked every movement, his breathing growing more ragged as I pleasured us both.
"That's it," he encouraged, his cock twitching against my tongue. "Such a good girl, so eager for me."
My pussy clenched at his words, my fingers working faster. I took him deeper, wanting—needing—to feel him lose that careful control.
"Fuck, Morgan, I'm close," he warned, his grip tightening. "If you don't stop?—"
I doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and moaning around him. The message was clear, I wanted this. Wanted him.
"Christ," he groaned, his hips stuttering as his release hit. "Morgan?—"
The first hot splash of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed eagerly, my own orgasm crashing through me as I worked two fingers inside my pussy. Lance watched, transfixed, as I came undone while swallowing everything he gave me.
When I finally released him, the man was still hard and showing no signs of going down. "Wow," I whispered.
"Yeah, he's pretty much been like this since the hospital. He won't go down."
I lifted a brow. "Maybe you should see a doctor about that monster."
With a sly smile, he shook his head. "Nope. I know just what I need. If I come inside you. I'm pretty sure that's the only way to take care of this," he said with a teasing note in his voice.
Lance’s voice sent shivers down my spine as he lifted me onto the bed, his body covering mine. His weight felt perfect, his skin hot against mine.
"Is that what you need?" I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling his cock slide against my slick folds. "To fill me up?"
"Fuck yes," Lance groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. I arched against him, desperate for friction. "Then take me."