Chapter 8
I did not leave the hat on.
It came off when I pulled off my sweater and I didn’t bother trying to find it. I was too distracted by the strip tease Morgan was putting on, the roll of his hips as he danced and peeled off his clothes. I can’t say I’d ever seen a strip tease to “Winter Wonderland” and to be honest, I had no idea how he was making it work. But he was. Before he’d started stripping, I’d been ready to tell him to shut off the music. Now I was perfectly fine with letting the playlist continue.
When he was down to his boxers, red satin of course, he shimmied over and grabbed my belt. His nimble fingers brushed my stomach as he undid the buckle and then popped the button on my jeans.
“Need some help?” He asked, eyes dark and wet. I let him get the zipper undone before I took hold of his wrists to stop him.
“I need you to get on the bed and show me that ass.”
A shiver wracked his frame, though whether at the words or the gravelly tone, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. I liked seeing him so turned on. He trailed his fingers along my abs as he turned toward the bed, then looked over his shoulder at me. “Is that how it’s going to be then?”
Okay, it was time to get serious, despite how horny I was. This was a conversation that we had to have before we got down to it. “That’s how I prefer it. If you want something else, now’s the time to tell me.”
Morgan got on the bed and stretched out on his back, one hand behind his head, the other snaking down into his tented boxers. He took hold of his own cock and stroked, then let out a little moan. Hooded eyes and flushed cheeks were a very good look on him. He was so damn pretty.
“I’m good with that. This time.” The wink was a nice touch.
I shoved my jeans and briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. One knee on the bed, I stopped and leveled him with a look. “Are you sure about this?” I had to check.
“I am.” He gave himself a few pumps, then removed his hand and held it out to me. “Come kiss me some more first.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I took him at his word and crawled up the bed. His legs fell open, making room for me, and I settled my weight on him, though I kept my elbows bent so that he didn’t get all of me. He needed to be able to breathe after all. Morgan cupped the back of my head, but I was already moving, needing to taste his lips again.
I’d done my share of kissing over the years and had enjoyed it with all sorts of people. But it had never been like this. Slow and easy, heat and want, two naked bodies pressed together, just enjoying the act. Every time he tried to speed things up, or go harder, I slowed it down and eased up. Time passed, but I couldn’t tell if it was minutes or hours, until Morgan was a whimpering pile of need beneath me. Just how I wanted him.
Time to move things along.
I kissed down his neck and sucked on his collar bone, which apparently was a good spot judging by the way he moaned and bucked up. I nipped at the skin there before moving on down his chest. A lick to his nipples had him nudging me away. Okay, no go zone there. That was fine. I had plenty of real estate to explore. He was toned, but not muscled. A little soft around his stomach and just a hint of love handles. I licked and kissed it all, finding the spots that made him writhe and whimper, avoiding what made him squirm. I pushed down the waistband of his boxers with my chin and sucked up a mark next to his treasure trail.
Morgan kept his fingers on my hair the whole time and just let me investigate. But a few minutes later, he must have reached his limit because he let out a frustrated little growl.
“I wanna touch, too.”
I smiled against his skin and licked at a drop of sweat along his hip bone. “You’ll get your chance.”
“You’re driving me crazy!”
“Good.” I levered myself up onto my knees and grabbed his waistband. I shot him a questioning look and took him lifting his hips as the answer. Peeling those pretty boxers off, I tossed them over my shoulder and looked my fill. He was so hard, his tip dark red, his cock standing at attention. As I watched, a pearl of precum beaded up. I swiped it off with my thumb, brought it to my mouth, and licked it off. “Mmm.”
“Oh god.” Morgan’s laugh was a little breathless. “You’re killing me, Barrett.”
I really did like the way he said my name. Especially in that moment, all needy and wanting. Another time, I’d have to spend hours wringing every moan, groan, and whimper out of him. But I didn’t have the patience for that right now. And I was guessing, neither did he.
“Where’s your stuff?”
“Lube’s in the basket,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the bedside table. “Condoms are in the bathroom. If you insist on them.”
I was already moving to get the lube when his words penetrated my lust-addled brain. I whipped my head around to see him, and for the first time, hesitancy crossed his face. I took a second, just a quick breath, then retrieved the bottle.
“You don’t want me to get a rubber?” I asked carefully.
He shrugged a shoulder and bit his lip. “I’m negative and I can show you. It’s been a really long time for me and I just want…But I mean, of course, if you want—”
I pounced, pinning him beneath me again, losing the lube in the process. I held myself above him, staring right in his eyes. When I spoke, my voice was rough, “How long is ‘a long time’?”
“With another human? Almost two years.” That little shrug again. “I’m a busy bee and there has to be…a connection before I jump into bed with someone.”
I groaned and buried my face against his neck. I just needed to breathe for a minute, taking his scent in. I didn’t know why it was so important, or why the thought turned me on so much. I certainly couldn’t say the same. It had been a while, a good six months probably, but definitely more recent than for Morgan. I just had one more question.
“You go without protection a lot?”
Morgan grabbed my head, lifting my face so he could look into my eyes. All I saw was sincerity. “Never.”
“So it’s just me?”
He kissed me, hard and fast, and full of passion. He spoke against my lips. “Just you. I want to feel you. All of you.”
If I didn’t have iron control, I would have come just from that. As it was, my cock jerked like it was trying to get into Morgan all on its own. I was leaking so much I was sure I was leaving a stain on his comforter. I pulled back just enough so that I could see him properly, so he could see my honesty as much as I’d seen his.
“I’m negative. I have the results on my phone. I’ve never done it bare, either.”
Morgan nodded once, and I swear, his eyes got darker. He traced his fingers down my chest, never looking away from my gaze, until he could get his hand on my dick. The he just held it, a little tightly.
“I want this in me.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
As soon as I gave him enough room, he flipped, knees underneath his hips, ass thrust back, shoulders on the bed and face to the side. It was utter perfection, and if I’d had my phone and his permission, I would have taken a picture. His skin was flushed with desire and his ass was full and round. I kissed one cheek, then the other, before I parted them and attacked his hole.
I loved eating ass and I hadn’t gotten to indulge in it often. But Morgan seemed to love it too. He cut off his screams, but let me hear every whimper, every moan, every curse that fell from his lips. After I got his rim softened with my tongue, I added my fingers, using my spit to ease the way. He was tight, and his reactions showed me I needed to slow down a little. But I had no problem with that. I could do this forever. I took my time, really opening him up.
Something hit my shoulder, and I caught sight of the lube bottle in my periphery. Morgan had found it and was telling me without words to get a move on. I couldn’t help the smug smile and was glad he couldn’t see. He whined when I eased my fingers out, but sighed happily when, a moment later, I slid them back in, this time coated with plenty of lube.
It wasn’t hard to find his gland, and I put just enough pressure there to make him thrust back, a loud “fuck” letting me know I got it right. I sucked on his rim some more, grazing his prostate and stretching my fingers out. I wasn’t small, and I needed him to be able to take me.
“Enough. I’m ready.”
I took him at his word, slicked my cock with more lube, and manhandled him into position. He went easily enough, and it only took a little adjusting to get him to the right height. I guided my dick in and pushed slowly but relentlessly until I popped through the outer ring. Morgan went tense, and I eased my hands up his back, trying to soothe him and not caring I was getting lube all over his skin. We could shower later.
“It’s all you. Take me in. Go slow.”
Morgan lifted up onto his forearms and nodded quickly before he hung his head between his shoulders. He inched back, then forward, over and over again, each time taking a little more of him. All I could do was hang on to his hips and stare, watching myself disappear into his stretched hole. It took a while, and I had to grit my teeth, but with one last rock back, I was in balls deep.
His skin rippled and he let out a whine. “You fill me so good,” he said, his voice slurring just a little.
I leaned over his back, wrapping one arm around his chest, and the other gently taking hold of his throat. I didn’t want to cut off his air, but I did want to be in total control. I slid my knees farther apart, pushing his out as well, and then I eased back onto my heels, taking him with me. When he was sitting in my lap, I was so far inside him, I couldn’t move.
Morgan shook and shivered. He gripped my hand on his chest so tightly I thought he might cut off blood flow to my fingers. I took my hand off his throat and his head fell back against my shoulder. Now that my hand was free, I took his and slid it down between his legs, using his own fingers to press against his taint. He let out a wail.
“Feel good?” I murmured against his cheek.
“Ye-yes. Barrett, I need.”
“I know.” I guided his fingers back a little more, even though the position was a bit awkward. I wanted him to feel where we were joined. “Just sit here and feel how stretched you are. Your tiny little hole is stretched so wide around my big cock. Can you believe it?”
The gasp spurred me on. Apparently he liked dirty talk as much as I did. Another thing I hadn’t gotten to indulge in nearly enough. I decided to push it a little further.
“You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be sore and every time you move, you’re gonna remember how well I fucked you. You’re going to think about my cum filling you up and dripping out.”
“Fuck me.” It was both a plea and a demand. He clenched down, and I had to close my eyes or else I would come. It was too soon for that. I had to fulfill the promise I just made.
I pitched us forward, arm out to catch us so he didn’t land face down on the mattress. He moaned, long and low, and I didn’t waste time. I fucked him hard and fast, rolling my hips to get just the right angle. I knew it wouldn’t take long. I was barely holding on as it was. I just needed to make him come first.
The slap of skin sounded indecent. His gasps were a counterpoint to my grunts. Sweat ran down my face, and I blinked it out of my eyes, not wanting to miss a second. I watched the side of his face, which was all I could see, waiting for that moment where he’d be ready to let go. From one breath to the next, his face contorted.
“I’m. So. Close,” he barely got out as I slammed into him. “I need….I need…”
“What do you need, baby? Need a hand? I don’t think you do. I think you can come just like this. My cock hitting your gland. You’re so hard and ready. Just let go.” I adjusted a bit more, so I knew I was hitting the right spot, and switched to short jabs. Morgan scrabbled for purchase, bunching the sheet in his hand and pulling it off the corner. Since I didn’t know if he could actually come just from prostate stimulation, I reached under him and got a hand on his cock.
That was all it took. My fingers brushing against his frenulum, and he screamed out his orgasm. His cum coated my fingers and the bed below us, and he clenched down so hard I had to freeze because I couldn’t thrust anymore. It happened in waves, and when I stroked him, using his cum as lube, he screamed again and gave me one more spurt.
It took a minute, maybe two, before he relaxed enough that I could move again. I gave a little thrust and his whine sounded pained this time.
“Want me to pull out and come on—”
“In me,” he said, voice fucked out and slurred. “Y-you promised.”
So I did. I gave him another moment or two before I picked up a rhythm I knew would get me off fast. He helped, squeezing me inside him, and then I was falling off the cliff and roaring his name.
The second I could move again, I pulled out gently, though he definitely whimpered. Morgan collapsed on the bed, his heaving breath matching mine. He didn’t protest when I shifted him onto his side and pulled his leg up. His hole was still open, and my cum was oozing back out. I slid my fingers through the mess and pushed it back in.
He sighed, so I left my fingers inside. He reached behind him, then lifted his head. “Should hurt. Your fingers. Doesn’t. Feels better.”
All I could do was nod and kiss his palm when he touched my face. He looked like a pretzel, considering the way he was twisted, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to move. And neither was I. If he liked my fingers inside him, I would keep them there until he was done. Hell, if I had a plug, I would have put it in him.
“Holy fuck. You fucked me stupid.,” he whispered, a long few minutes later. Then he squinted at me. “No need to look so smug about it.”
“Can’t help it. I made you come so hard your legs were shaking.”
“They still are.” He smiled then, looking rather sleepy. “I want to roll over and look at you, but I can’t stand the thought of you pulling your fingers out.”
What he wanted, he got. It took some creative maneuvering, but we managed it. Morgan lay on his back, starfished out with one arm around my neck. I laid on my side next to him, three fingers buried in his hole.
“That was…It’s never been…I mean, never have…” He couldn’t seem to find the words. But that was okay. I knew what he meant.
“Yeah.”
His eyes lit up. “When can we do it again?”