Chapter 33 – Lance
Chapter Thirty-Three
Strip For Me…
Lance
By the time we reached the loft, I was shaking from how badly I needed her. Not just to touch her—fuck, I needed to consume her.
My knuckles were white on the steering wheel the entire ride over, jaw clenched so tight it ached. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Her hand stayed curled over my thigh, thumb dragging slow, soothing circles that only made my cock pulse.
Once upstairs, the loft door slammed shut behind us, and before I could even turn the deadbolt, Morgan was on me. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me down to her level.
"I've been thinking about this all night," she breathed against my lips. "About you. About what you did for me."
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "Morgan?—"
"I want you inside me," she said, her voice dropping to that husky register that made my cock throb. "I have all kinds of ways I want to thank you."
"Fuck," I groaned, backing her against the door. "You don't need to thank me for anything." But my cock had other ideas. It was as if he was saying, By god, if she wants to thank us, shut up and take the thank you.
She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, and I tried to find her zipper, careful of her shoulder, I pushed the fabric off. "Fuck baby, I need to be careful with you.”
“I’m good, Lance. Please, I need you.”
“Upstairs,” I growled, already picking her up and heading for the stairs. I crossed the threshold with her and set her down in the doorway. She moved toward the bed, tugging me with her, but I held her in place. “Not yet, Spitfire. I want you to strip.”
"I want to watch you," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "I want to see every inch of what's mine."
That made her breath hitch. Her hands moved to the hem of her top, fingers playing with the fabric. "Say it again."
"What's mine," I repeated, and her shirt came off in one fluid motion.
My mouth went dry. The sight of her standing there in just her bra and jeans, looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered, nearly brought me to my knees.
"Keep going," I managed.
Her hands moved to her jeans, popping the button with deliberate slowness. The zipper followed, and she shimmed the denim down her hips until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but black lace that made my cock strain against my pants.
"Jesus," I breathed, my eyes drinking in every curve, every line. The black lace clung to her like it was made for her body, and the way she stood there—confident, wanting, mine—had my hands clenching at my sides to keep from reaching for her immediately.
She reached behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra. "This, too?"
"Everything." The word came out like gravel. "I want to see all of you."
The bra fell away, and I had to grip the doorframe to steady myself. Her breasts were perfect, nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth. But I forced myself to stay put, to let her finish what I'd asked for.
Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, and she paused, looking at me with those dark eyes that always saw straight through me.
She stood there naked in my doorway, all smooth brown skin and soft curves, and something primal roared to life in my chest. My knees hit the hardwood before I even realized I was moving.
"Lance—"
"Spread your legs," I commanded, my hands already gripping her thighs. "Right fucking now."
She gasped but obeyed, bracing one hand against the doorframe as I pushed her thighs apart. The scent of her arousal hit me, and I groaned like a man dying of thirst who'd just found water.
"I can't wait," I growled against her inner thigh. "I need to taste you."
My mouth found her center, tongue dragging through her wetness in one long, desperate stroke. She cried out, her free hand fisting in my hair, and I nearly came right there in my fucking pants.
She tasted like heaven and sin all wrapped together, and I couldn't get enough. My tongue worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles while she trembled above me, her thighs quaking against my shoulders.
"Oh god, Lance," she moaned, her grip tightening in my hair. "Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, earning a sharp cry that echoed through the loft. Her hips bucked against my mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction, more everything.
"That's it, baby," I murmured against her slick heat. "Take what you need."
I slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them to find that spot that made her see stars. Her walls clenched around me, so tight and wet I could barely think straight. The taste of her on my tongue, the sounds she was making—it was better than any drug.
"Lance, I'm—I'm going to?—"
"Not yet," I pulled back, earning a frustrated whimper that went straight to my cock. Her eyes flew open, wild and desperate.
"What are you?—"
"Turn around," I commanded, my hands already guiding her hips. "Hands on the doorframe."
She obeyed without question, presenting herself to me in a way that had my vision blurring at the edges. The curve of her ass, the way her back arched—fuck, she was perfect.
I gripped her hips, pulling her back slightly so she was bent forward, completely exposed to me. My hands roamed over the smooth skin of her ass, squeezing, claiming.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I growled, pressing kisses along her spine. "Every inch of you."
My mouth moved lower, trailing down until I reached the swell of her ass. She tensed when she realized my intention.
"Lance—"
"Trust me," I murmured against her skin. "Let me worship every part of you."
My tongue traced lower, and she gasped, her whole body shuddering. The intimate kiss I pressed there had her crying out, her knuckles gripping the doorframe.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice breaking as her body trembled under my mouth. I could feel her fighting between shock and pure pleasure, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
I took my time, alternating between gentle kisses and slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, worshipping her in a way that had her legs shaking. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her inhibitions melting away completely.
"Lance, please," she begged, pushing back against me. "I need?—"
"I know what you need," I growled, pulling back and spinning her around to face me again. Her eyes were glazed with lust, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I stood slowly, backing her toward the bed this time. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she fell backward, bouncing slightly on the soft surface. The sight of her spread out beneath me, completely bare and wanting, had my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper.
"Now," I said, climbing over her, caging her in with my arms. "Now you can come."
My mouth found her sweet center again and I continued to tease her pussy, my tongue delving deeper, my hand splaying over her lower belly and squeezing gently as she writhed against me. This was more than just about pleasure; it was about claiming her, showing her how much she meant to me.
"Lance," she moaned, rocking back against me. "Oh God, Lance, I...I can't..."
"That's it," I soothed, my breath hot against her skin. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you." Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body shaking as she cried out my name.
Her fingers dug into the sheets as aftershocks rolled through her.
When she went limp, I stood and stripped quickly, pulling my shirt over my head and shoving my pants down. My cock sprang free, eight inches of pure need, and her eyes went wide as she took me in.
"Jesus, Lance," she breathed and licked her lips.
“Christ, Spitfire, you can’t look at him like that. I’ll blow down your throat in seconds if you lick me. I need to be inside you.”
I climbed onto the bed, my hands finding her shoulders as I positioned myself above her. "You ready for me, baby?"
She nodded, her legs parting instinctively as I settled between them. The head of my cock brushed against her wetness, and we both groaned at the contact.
"You're mine," I growled, pressing forward slowly, feeling her stretch around me. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasped, her back arching as I filled her completely. "God, Lance, you're so?—"
"Perfect," I finished, my grip tightening on her shoulders to keep her exactly where I wanted her. "You feel so fucking perfect." I tried to hold still to give her time to get used to me. I knew how big I was. I knew it always took her a moment to adjust.
But this time, my devious little spitfire clenched around me, pulsing, making my eyes cross.
"Fuck," I groaned through gritted teeth, my hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. "You're playing with fire, baby."
She smiled up at me, that wicked little grin that always drove me crazy. "Maybe I like getting burned."
That was it. There went any semblance of control. I pulled back slowly until just the tip remained inside her, then drove forward again, filling her in one deep thrust that had her crying out beneath me.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growled, setting a rhythm that had the bed rocking. My hands pressed firmly into her shoulders, pinning her in place as I curled into her, hitting that perfect spot with each stroke. "My cock stretching you open?"
"Yes," she gasped, her nails raking down my back. "God, yes."
"Look at me," I commanded, one hand moving to cup her jaw. Her eyes locked with mine, dark and glazed with pleasure. "I want to see those pretty eyes when you come on my cock."
She whimpered, her walls fluttering around me as I increased my pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by her breathless moans and my own ragged breathing.
"That's it, baby," I growled, my thumb brushing across her cheekbone as I drove deeper. "Take every inch of me. You were made for this cock, weren't you?"