Chapter 31 A few orgasms and you’re all high and mighty
A few orgasms and you're all high and mighty
Paddy
I groan, letting my tongue roam the inside of her mouth again. Tension coils in my muscles. Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to have to concentrate if I’m going to last more than thirty seconds.
Pulling back and breaking our kiss, I look down, seeing round, crystal eyes peering up at me. “My favourite colour.” My fingers scrunch into her hair, pulling her closer again.
Morgan’s fingers twitch. “Should I move?”
“Your hand?”
“Yeah,” she squeaks, her cheeks getting redder.
“Only if you want to. I don’t expect anything from you.”
She kisses the side of my jaw. “What about in my mouth? Isn’t that supposed to be good for guys?”
I blow out a surprised breath. “Have you ever done that before?” I ask hesitantly, already feeling like I know the answer.
She blinks nervously. “No. This is the first time I’ve ever touched one. So you’ll have to tell me what you like.”
There’s a small part of me that thinks that even now, with her hand wrapped around my dick, I should stop her. I’ve already crossed a line with her, twice, and once she does this, things will never go back to the way they were.
But we’ve come so far.
We’ve learned so much about ourselves and each other. I don’t want her to think that what we’re doing is wrong. And if she’s going to do this with anyone, I sure as hell only want it to be with me.
I hiss when her fingers tighten before she strokes the full length of me so slowly, I hold my breath, my stomach muscles clenching tight. “Fuck, that feels good,” I rush out, voice cracking hoarsely.
Morgan bites her lip as she looks down, watching as she strokes me in that torturously erotic motion again. Her cheeks flush, and when I see her nipples harden, I croak out, “Don’t stop.”
What she’s doing is so hot.
“Should I do it harder?”
Fuck. Me.
Hearing her ask has my balls constricting. “Yeah. You can do it harder. Faster, too.”
She glances up at me, quickening the pace of her hand. “Like this?”
I gently wrap my hand around hers, cupping her petite fingers and guiding her. “Like this.” And I move our hands up and down, stroking my engorged cock.
Morgan’s breath hitches. “You feel so hard, Paddy.”
Pre-come begins coating my fingers. “That’s because of the stunner I have in my bed.” Leaning down, I press my lips to hers as our hands quicken. “Do you know what’s about to happen?” I turn my head, mouth opening against hers.
She snorts into our kiss as if I’m teasing her. “Yes, Paddy,” she answers sarcastically. “I’m not a total recluse.”
I smile and bring our mouths back together by pulling her neck closer. “I’m going to make a mess.”
She sucks in a breath. “Let me taste you.”
I still before everything inside me tightens. My chest. My gut. My jaw. My balls. It’s like a match just struck inside me.
Fuck.
Still kissing, her head angles back further, her perky breasts pushing against my chest.
“Too soon,” I groan deeply, loving her feeling so comfortable with me, but still knowing that we have to go slow.
Pleasure swells in my cock, and our hands tighten in unison, going against what my head’s telling me to do.
“But I want to. I trust you, Paddy. Let me do this for you, please.”
Please.
Begging.
Lord help me.
My body ignites. “Not yet,” I pant, hearing the wet slaps get louder as my breathing turns heavier and my balls grow painfully tight. “Morgan.” I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Morgan arches her back, squeezing her thighs together.
And I know she wants me. Not just physically, but every part of me. That thought sends a wave through me. It’s emotional. Desire and connection crashing together.
With a gruff rumble in the back of my throat, I choke, pushing against her body, hot streams of my arousal spilling all over our hands and onto her stomach. The girl I’ve wanted. Needed. She completes me. Keeping her movements firm but steady, my body continues to jolt under her hold.
Her lips are parted, her eyes wide in wonder, watching me.
Eyes clamping shut, I let my body slowly relax, my hand on ours eventually coming to a halt. “That felt fucking amazing.”
Morgan looks down her body. “You covered me.”
I drag my eyes open, seeing her flawless tits dripping with my come.
She looks perfect.
Stunning.
Very much like she’s mine.
“Christ, I need to get you in the shower.”
Her eyes light up.
“To clean you,” I scold playfully. Although the thought of her wet and naked immediately gives me another semi. “Come on.” Scooping her off the bed, she squeals in my arms, not stopping until I get under the spray.
Twenty minutes later, and we’re both naked, sprawled on the bed. My head’s buried between her thighs, and her fingers are curled into my hair, pulling my head against her.
“Paddy!”
I lick her pussy again, sliding a finger inside her.
Morgan explodes, coating my tongue with her arousal, her body vibrating and pulsing against my face as I push in deeper with every thrust.
“I’m never going to get tired of you doing that.” She blows out a big breath.
Kissing the inside of her thigh, her legs squeeze together as I make my way to the top of the bed, resting my head against the board and holding my arm out for her.
She nestles into my body, draping her arm over my stomach and pressing a kiss to my chest. “I love you,” Morgan whispers gently.
Hearing those words out loud has fireworks going off in my chest.
I tilt my head and admire her. I got so fucking lucky.
Freshly washed hair, cheeks coated in a light shade of pink, Morgan’s eyes are closed.
She’s not hanging on by a thread or waiting for my words.
Quite the opposite. She’s relaxed, not stressed or overthinking.
In this moment, this girl is at total fucking ease with not one shred of doubt floating around her.
It fills my heart with content and pure fucking pride that she’s still here.
With me.
Like a sweet, steady wave of warmth blanketing me, I tell her, “I’ve always loved you.”
Her cheeks slowly pull up. Tilting her head back, she then peers up at me with beautiful, sultry eyes. “Always?”
I place a soft kiss on her head. “Ever since I caught you spying on me.” I stroke one long, wet strand of hair, curling it around my finger.
“I didn’t think you saw me like that. I always thought I was just your sister’s best friend.”
I chuckle. “You are and always will be, curly fries.” I stroke her head again, repeating the rhythm of twisting her hair around my finger before letting it fall. “But you’re also so much more than that now.”
Her warm breath fans against my bare chest. “I know.” She smiles up at me. “And you’re so much more than Fi’s bad older brother.”
My eyes dart open with amusement. “Bad?” I bend my arm, pulling her closer.
She bites her lip, rolling on top of me, letting out a glorious laugh with her hair falling loosely over her shoulder.
I tense momentarily, feeling every naked, delicious, soft piece of her pressing up against me as I land my hands on the curve of her hips.
Morgan’s eyes fix on my lips, hungry with a lust-filled haze. “You’re sexier now than you were when we were kids.”
My chest vibrates with my laugh. “Isn’t everybody?” I tease.
“I mean it.” Her eyes dance over my features. “Your hair’s floppy now, and your eyebrows finally match.”
I squeeze one of her arse cheeks, making her laugh excitedly. “Shaving a slit in our eyebrows wasn’t my idea.”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “It’s funny how all the things you got into trouble for were never your idea.”
I shrug. “What can I say, I’m easily lead.”
“Are not,” she protests, with a lively flick of my nipple. “You were always the leader of the pack, just like Fi was in ours.”
I rub my chest, grinning. “I still am the leader.”
“No, I’d say that title’s passed on to Jake now.”
“Jake?” I say agonised. Morgan’s only socialised with us on a few occasions. “What makes you think he’s the leader of our gang?”
She wails with laughter. “You’re calling it a gang now?”
I roll my eyes. “Jesus. A few orgasms and you’re all high and mighty. I’ll have to stop giving them to you.”
Morgan’s body bounces against mine with her laugher. “Oh my God, No. Never. It would be a crime not to do that again.”
Kneading her arse, her body rolls into mine. It feels dangerous, but at the same time, comforting. Safe. Normal.
So does the way she flattens her head against my chest, and I rest my chin on the top of her hair, smelling the sweet honey scent of her shampoo. Morgan hums contentedly. “Jake seems like someone who has his shit together.”
I let out a soft huff. “Compared to who?”
Morgan takes her time before answering, “Compared to you and me. And Danny, maybe.”
“He definitely does compared to Danny.”
She sighs gently.
Pulling her closer, my hand strokes up and down her spine. “I think we’re pretty good together, Morgs. You know, considering.”
I have no idea why I said that.
Morgan tips her head back. “Considering what?”
I placate her with a kiss to her head. “Considering where we both were three months ago. You thinking you would never achieve anything, me blaming myself for Aaron.”
She kisses my chin. “I never thanked you for helping me be better at doing… well, everything.”
Don’t thank me, baby. You have no idea.
“I don’t need your thanks, curly fries. Just you.”
Slowly, Morgan lifts her head off my chest and rests it on the back of her hand. She manoeuvres her legs, placing that sweet part of her that I’ve got acquainted with, right over the part of me growing with every second that passes us by. “All of me?” she purrs.
I breathe deeply. “You know I do.”
Sitting up straight, her thighs press into me, and the heat radiating off her pussy is satisfyingly sexy. “Show me.”
I can’t. Not yet.
Resting her hands on my chest, Morgan begins swivelling her hips, grinding herself against me. Her head lands between her shoulder blades, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she smiles.