Chapter 38 #2
When we entered her bedroom, sure enough, another case lay open on her bed. As she moved to her dresser, I peeked inside the suitcase, and my brow furrowed. I reached down, hooking my finger through the top of a red string bikini, and lifted it. “Nice.”
Morgan glanced over her shoulder. “Put that back.”
I let it slip off my finger and drop back inside, suddenly jealous of anyone who was going to see her in that.
As someone who never had to worry about being jealous before, this whole jealousy thing was bullshit.
Because it wasn’t just the idea of guys potentially seeing her in that skimpy little suit that made that green monster appear.
I was jealous of them being in her vicinity and breathing the same damn air as her. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I don’t recall you messaging me earlier to meet up,” she said, finally addressing my impromptu drop-in.
I slipped off my jacket and tossed it onto the accent chair in the corner. “I thought I’d stop by and give you a little going away present.”
“That so?”
I could hear the hint of playfulness in her tone, and I smirked as I stepped up behind her. “Yeah, you know, one last banger before you go.”
“I have to finish pack–”
She stopped when my hands curled around her bare waist, her skin soft and warm beneath my palms. I felt her muscles tense under my touch and heard an imperceptible breath escape her. “You were saying…”
“I need to finish packing,” she said quietly, her voice a little more breathy than it was moments ago.
“It can wait.” I let my hand slip under the hem of her cropped t-shirt and closed my eyes when I realized she had no bra for me to fight with.
I let my thumb brush against the underside of her breast as I leaned forward, grazing my lips against her ear.
“If you want me to stop, I will,” I whispered. “Just say the word…”
I felt her body slightly arch, pushing her chest more against my hand and making her ass brush against my dick. She was always so damn responsive. I swore the lightest of touches could get her going, and I fucking loved it.
As my thumb inched higher, brushing against her nipple, I let my other hand slide down over her stomach to the waistband of the oversized sweatpants, toying my fingers along the edge. “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered against her neck.
“No,” she breathed.
I smirked. “That’s good.” I let my hand dip below the waistband of the sweatpants and her underwear, wasting no time in seeing just how badly she wanted this.
I chuckled darkly when my fingers effortlessly slid against her.
“You’re always so wet for me, Princess. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already soaked. ”
I spun her around, keeping my hand between her legs and watching her face as I stroked her clit.
She curled her hand around the back of my neck to pull my mouth to hers, and I groaned when her lips met mine.
When they parted to let me in, my tongue curled against hers in sync with the way my fingers moved.
I felt her roll her hips, grinding against my hand in a desperate attempt for more, and I broke the kiss with a chuckle. “Someone’s eager…”
“Wes, please,” she whimpered.
The sound of Morgan begging sat at the top of my list of the best things I’ve ever heard. I pulled my hand away from her, hearing her let out a protesting whimper as I took a step back. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate as she reached down to peel off her shirt, letting me see her perfect tits before she brushed by me. I turned, my eyes following her as she slipped off her pants and underwear and climbed onto the bed, looking at me and awaiting my next command.
I stripped off my clothes before moving over top of her.
My eyes followed my hand as it outlined the curve of her body up to her chest. “Ya know, two months is a long time…” I pulled a breath from her when I pinched her nipple before my mouth dropped down, letting my tongue swirl around the peak.
“I intend to savor every fucking moment of this,” I murmured as I moved down her body.
“Every sound. Every touch…” My arms curled around her thighs, and I spread her wide open for me, a low growl emitting from my throat when I saw her glistening pussy.
“Every taste.” I lowered my mouth, and I groaned when the sweet tang of her arousal met my tongue, drawing an instant moan from her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Breathy moans and whimpers poured from Morgan’s lips as I alternated between licks and swirls. When I pushed two fingers into her, she reached down and threaded her fingers through my hair, moaning louder as I slowly pumped them into her while I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.
When I upped my intensity, sucking and fucking her with my fingers because I was desperate to see her fall apart, her legs started to tremble. “Come on, Princess.” I wrapped my lips around her, letting my teeth graze the tender, swollen flesh of her clit as I curled my fingers.
A moment later, Morgan let out a cry of pleasure, and I pulled my fingers away and replaced them with my tongue so I could taste her release.
Fuck. I was so drunk on her taste and so high off her scent that my head was spinning.
And each moan that left her as I worked her through her orgasm and into another made my dick throb more and more.
By the time I lifted my head, my mouth glistened with her double release, and she was panting as her limp body quivered. I smirked, taking satisfaction in the knowledge that I could wreck her in such a way with just my mouth and fingers. “How you doing, Princess?”
A sated smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Good,” she breathed.
“Well, I’m far from done with you yet,” I murmured against her skin as I made my way back up her body.
When I was close enough, I reached over to her nightstand and dipped my hand into the drawer, pulling out a condom from the box inside. She snatched it from me, holding my stare as she peeled it open. I smirked, flipping onto my back and pulling her with me so she was straddling my hips.
She reached down, curling her hand around my hard dick, and I let out a low groan as she stroked me.
“Morgan,” I said in a warning tone. She rolled the condom on before I gripped her hips, and I watched as she lifted slightly, positioning me.
She slowly sank down, easing me into her inch by inch, and as I watched myself disappear inside of her, a low curse left me. “Fuck.”
“Wes…” My eyes flickered up when she moaned, seeing her bite her lip as she closed her eyes. “God, you feel so good.”
“That’s it,” I groaned as my eyes dropped back down. “Take all of me into that tight pussy.” Her hands were splayed against my chest, and once I filled her, she started to move. My hands stayed gripped on her hips, but I let her set the pace she wanted.
As she sat up, I watched as she worked, rolling her hips and grinding against me. My eyes roamed her face like I was committing it to memory, drinking in every reaction—every flush of her cheeks, every bite of her lip, every tiny gasp of air she let out, every one of her moans.
I let my hands wander over her body—I started at where we connected, my thumb brushing over her clit, then moved up to her chest, palming her breasts and tweaking her nipples before my one hand slid higher to curl around the front of her throat and gently squeeze as she rode me.
I wanted to brand her, to make it so that the memory of my touch would linger on her skin long after she was gone and leave her craving more.
Craving me.
Missing me.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Keep moving, Princess.” I gripped her hips again and encouraged her movements as I bucked beneath her, even more turned on than before from watching her use me for her pleasure. “Ride me just like that until you come all over my cock.”
She shook around me a moment later when her orgasm crashed over her, moans dripping from her lips, and I groaned at the sensation of her clamping around my dick.
I flipped her so she was beneath me, crushing my lips against hers as I thrust into her hard and deep before easing out at a torturously slow pace.
Then I did it again and again and again, and she came once more, writhing beneath me as she cried out.
“Look at you, Princess. Fucked out, trembling and panting because of me. I want to remember you just like this.”
“Wes…” Her voice trembled with pleasure, my name coming out in barely a whisper as she clung to me.
“I know you’ve got one more in you,” I grunted with a thrust into her, fucking her harder and faster.
“Give me one more, Princess. I want you to come with me. Let me feel the way your pussy tightens around my cock when I come.” She spread her legs wider to take me deeper, and I groaned, low and gravelly, as I slammed into her. “That’s my girl.”
A moment later, I felt her tighten around me as she screamed my name, her back arching off the bed when she came again. My orgasm tore through me, the intensity of it locking up every muscle in my body as a guttural groan ripped from my throat.
My head dropped into the crook of her neck as I panted, feeling her own quickened breaths against my clammy skin. Once I recovered enough, I collapsed next to her on the bed, resting my forearm across my eyes as I tried to slow my breathing.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she panted.
A breathy laugh escaped me. “A solid reminder, then.”
As we lay in the silence, letting our bodies come down from the high, my mind flooded with thoughts. With things I wanted to say that I probably had no business saying, at least not right now, when she was leaving in the morning for two months.
I lowered my arm and glanced over at her, taking in her sated expression—her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and her arm draped over her chest, her breathing almost back to normal.
Seeming to sense my gaze on her, she slowly turned her head to look at me, and I held her stare. “Morgan, I…” I trailed off, my chest tightening with nerves and hesitation.
“Yeah?”
Something about the way she was looking at me made me freeze up. “I should, uh…I should go so you can finish packing.”
She swallowed, her eyes shifting back and forth between mine. “Right…”
I sat up, my jaw tensing as I reached for my clothes. You’re such a fucking pussy, I berated myself as I cleaned up and got dressed.
Morgan wrapped her robe around her as I finished getting dressed, then walked me out of her room to her door. When she opened it, I stepped into the hall and turned to see her lean up against the doorframe as she casually folded her arms.
“Well…don’t have too much fun without me,” I quipped.
She chuckled. “I’ll try to refrain.”
I stared at her, those unspoken words roaring in my head again. “Listen, uh…” My palms began to sweat. And once again, I froze up like the goddamn recreant I am, swallowing thickly. “Just…be safe.”
She held my gaze and nodded. “I will.”
“See ya…”
“Yeah…see ya.”
I offered a nod before turning and making my way to the elevator. I gave her one last glance before I slipped inside, and when the doors shut, I laced my fingers behind my head.
“You coward,” I grumbled. “You stupid fucking coward.”
I dropped my arms with a growl before driving my fist into the steel wall.