Chapter 13 #2
I met his eyes and he lowered his tongue against me, pushing it against my clit. He groaned and hooked his arm around one of my legs, spreading me open farther.
His tongue licked down to my entrance and then back again, circling my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. I buried one hand in his hair and gripped the bedspread with the other. I'd never felt anything like it and didn't exactly know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it felt amazing.
"Morgan." I gasped as he pushed a finger into me and worked it in and out. "It's too much."
The pressure and sensations were building. He made a noise like a ravenous beast against me and slid a second finger in. I gasped as he sucked my clit again. I exploded with pleasure and I cried out as an orgasm ripped through my body.
I moved my hips off the bed and grinded against his face, needing more as my body clenched and trembled with pleasure. My legs closed on Morgan's head and he chuckled, pulling away. The lower half of his face was wet, and I blushed.
"You taste so fucking good. We'll be doing that often." He climbed off the bed and picked up his backpack, opening the front of it. "Are we still..." He held up a condom.
"Yes." I needed more, and not just his mouth.
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His cock was bigger than expected—not that I had any reference for size—and was glistening at the tip. Underneath, there were three barbells pierced through the skin.
"What happens to your dick when you go all mermaid?" I squeezed my legs together, thinking about how the piercings would feel inside me.
He ripped open the condom wrapper and raised an eyebrow. "Calling me a mermaid is going to make me flaccid." He effortlessly put the condom on and put a knee on the bed, holding his dick at the base. "The easiest way for me to explain it is there's a slit that gives us access to our dicks."
"So it's like a vagina. Gotcha. Have you... had sex in that form?" Why was I asking him such ridiculous questions when he was about to take my virginity?
He laughed. "I'm going to ignore that you just called it a vagina, and no, I haven't had sex that way." He crawled on the bed and pushed my legs apart, settling between them. He kissed me gently and I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance. "Are you ready?"
I nodded and he slowly pushed inside me. I sucked in a breath between my teeth when he got about halfway. It stung a little, but was more uncomfortable than painful. I had expected much worse.
"Relax, vixen." Beads of sweat formed on his brow.
He moved a hand between us and began rubbing my clit in circles as he slowly pushed in the rest of the way. Once he was fully sheathed, he rolled his hips in the tiniest movement that made my toes curl.
"Is it okay?" He kissed my cheek as he continued to rotate his hips to help me adjust to him.
"More than okay." I captured his lips and he growled as I raked my nails down his back.
His pace increased, and with every roll of his hips, my body relaxed more, letting him hit deeper inside me. The sounds of our bodies colliding and the small grunts from him sent fireworks up and down my spine.
"Vixen, I'm going to come. You're so fucking tight." He buried his head in my neck and his thrusts grew more erratic.
His hand found my clit again and he rubbed it between his fingers as an orgasm built inside me. My pussy clenched around him, and I cried out as my body shook and tingled as I came.
Morgan thrust one more time before grinding his hips in a circle. "Vixen!" His body shook as he finished.
He stayed on top of me, breathing heavily as we both came down from the highs we'd just experienced.
If I would have known sex felt so good, I would have done it sooner.
Ivy told me her first time with her previous boyfriend had not been good, but maybe he just didn't know what the hell he was doing.
I had a feeling that Morgan had just ruined me in the best way possible.
If it felt any better than it just had, I would pass out.
He gave me a quick kiss before pulling out and going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up before plopping down next to me, causing my body to bounce on the bed.
He rolled over to face me, a goofy grin on his face. I felt exposed with him staring at me, so I grabbed the edge of the bedspread and tried pulling it over my body.
"Don't cover up." He pushed it off my breasts but left it covering my lower half. "You're beautiful."
"What does this mean?" I looked away, waiting for him to realize having sex was a mistake.
He touched my chin and made me look toward him. "It means that you're going to homecoming with me."
"I didn't buy a ticket." I sighed. "Besides, I was somehow nominated and I would hate to go all Carrie at the dance."
He laughed and ran a finger over my lip. "We nominated you with the best intentions of you being queen."
"It's a giant popularity contest. I don't need a crown on my head to feel relevant. Who's going to vote for me, anyway? Remember? You three made me into a social pariah."
He cringed. "Believe it or not, a lot of that was the girls and we just let them run with it, figuring it would help our cause."
How lovely. "Why do you even hang out with girls like that? There aren't that many at our school, but they are literally the worst."
"Convenience? I don't know. Why do we do a lot of the shit we do?" He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. "If you win, which you will, and don't show up, that means the crown goes to the next person, which will probably be Thalia. That means she'll get to pick one of us as her king."
I didn't like the sound of that at all. I was aware that Salinity Cove High let the queen pick her king from the top five nominees, but hadn't really thought about it. "I don't have anything to wear."
"I'll buy you a dress." He slid off the bed and dug for his phone in his bag. "It's not even six o'clock. We can go right now."
"I'm not going to let you buy my dress." I sat up as he started pulling on his clothes. "Should we rinse off or something?"
He came back to the bed and leaned so his hands were on either side of me. I fell back on my forearms as he kissed me. "I'll make you something to eat while you clean up."
Completely ignoring my protests, he left the room with his shoes, shirt, and backpack. I guess letting him buy me a dress wouldn't hurt.
"You're going to be mad," was the first thing Morgan said as I came down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He was standing at the stove cooking what looked and smelled like grilled cheese sandwiches, and he had a bag of chips open on the counter.
"Why would I be mad?" I slid onto the single bar stool I hadn't sold and winced at the soreness between my legs. It was then I noticed there were four sandwiches on the griddle. "Are you feeding an army?"
There was a knock on the front door and then it opened. I hadn't locked it since Morgan had attacked me with his mouth as soon as I let him in.
My entire body warmed as Blake and Jax entered the kitchen. Could they tell from looking at us that we'd just had sex? I kept my eyes on the griddle.
Blake leaned down and kissed my temple, and I met Morgan's stare from across the kitchen. "I hope you two are hungry. I made my world-famous grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Sticking a piece of processed cheese between two slices of bread with mayonnaise is not world-famous." Jax leaned against the counter near the stove and looked between me and Morgan. "How did you convince her to go to homecoming?"
Morgan got a dreamy look in his eyes and didn't answer, which caused Jax to smack the side of his head. "You didn't." He looked back at me, and I wanted to crawl into a hole. "Did you?"
I shifted in my chair and then reached for the bag of Hot Cheetos. "Did I what?" I popped a chip in my mouth. "Would you mind getting me a Sprite? Help yourself to whatever is in there."
The best thing would be to ignore any questions regarding Morgan. It was none of their business anyway. Sure, I had kissed all of them and gotten a little hot and heavy too, but that didn't mean I owed them an explanation.
Blake grabbed me a Sprite and opened it for me. "Jax lost a race to Mr. Gale. Or I guess I should say Coach Gale."
I was grateful Blake could pick up on the tension and awkwardness that Jax's question had left in the air and had changed the subject. Jax scowled at a grinning Morgan. I couldn't blame Morgan; thinking about it made me want to grin like a fool too.
"There's something off about him. He called me into his office on Monday and just asked me questions about my mom and if I wanted him to take care of you guys for me." I coughed as a chip burned a little too much as I swallowed. "I told him I had it handled."
"Are we good with each other now?" Jax was finally done glaring daggers at Morgan.
I played with the pop-top on my can. "It's going to take me a while to get over it completely. If I didn't have the whole siren and missing mom thing going on, I'd probably say no."
It was quiet besides the sound of Morgan turning off the stove and getting plates out of the cabinet. Honestly, I didn't know how things would be between us even tomorrow. My anger came and went in waves.
Morgan set a plate in front of me with a grilled cheese sliced diagonally. "Let's be quick. The mall closes at ten."
We ate in awkward silence, and every time Jax looked at me, I knew he was wondering if Morgan and I had really slept together and what exactly that meant.