Ten
ZACH
My cock basically hadn't settled down since I walked off stage and dragged Morgan into the bathroom to kiss her. And from the moment I walked into my hotel room, all I can think about is the way her lips felt against mine, so soft and hot and fucking delicious.
I want more. And it's not just my cock. All of me wants all of her. Even if just once.
As soon as I got in the room, I stripped down to my boxer briefs and have been sitting in the armchair, staring out the window at nighttime in downtown Milwaukee. It's a beautiful city, with Lake Michigan in the distance. I'm desperately trying to lose myself in the view.
But it's all just a game to prolong getting into bed and jerking off. Because there's no way I'll sleep if I don't. And inevitably I'll imagine Morgan's soft, hot lips wrapped around me as I stroke myself.
Sharp lust knifes through me and I press my hand to my throbbing cock, a modicum of relief. I don't know why I'm putting it off. Maybe I like the anticipation. But I'm close to giving up and giving in.
I take one last look out the window, past the lights of the buildings to the black abyss that is the lake.
A knock on the door yanks me out of my imagination and back to the present.
Who the hell would be at the door? I didn't order room service, and it's way too late for cleaning services. The only person who knows which room I'm in is...
I should probably be self-conscious about answering the door for her with a raging hard-on. But I feel like I've laid my cards out. She knows what she does to me. I shouldn't have kissed her but it was so fucking good, the only thing I regret is Amethyst cutting it off.
A glance through the peephole confirms it's her. I yank open the door and stand in the doorway in full view. So she can see everything.
She's in some sort of translucent black pajama set and through the fabric, backlit by the hallway, I can see every curve, follow the contours of her body with my gaze the way I want to with my hands. My mouth.
She is, of course, barefoot.
To her credit, she looks me in the eyes for a long moment before her gaze drops to my cock. Her nostrils flare, but she drags her gaze back up to mine.
Her jaw tightens, then she pushes past me, her shoulder brushing my arm. The touch is fire on my skin.
I close the door and turn to her. She turns back to face me and before I can ask what she wants, she blurts out, "One night."
I just raise my eyebrows in question.
"To get it out of our systems. All the sex we can handle. No one else knows, and tomorrow we go back to hating each other while planning a wedding." She sticks her hand in her pocket and pulls something out, which she tosses on the bed.
Four condoms.
"Ambitious."
She shrugs. "Better safe."
I nod, taking a step toward her. Another. A third, and I'm in her space. Her gaze never leaves mine.
One last step and my body is a breath from hers. All it would take is a gentle lean, and I could press against her. But I don't. Not yet.
I smooth a strand of her white hair off her forehead. "One night."
She nods. I can feel the tension in her body as she waits. She's put herself out there for me, made herself completely vulnerable. And I have to respect her for going after what she wants.
A twisted part of me wants to make her wait. Toy with her before I tell her that hell yes, I will spend a night fucking her. We don't have to like each other to have explosive sex. There's a reason the phrase hate fucking exists.
I take that final baby step, my body flush against hers. My cock pressed to her soft belly, her breasts against my bare chest.
I lean down to touch my forehead to hers. "Just know, if we do this, I plan to destroy both of us."
Her mouth opens on a silent syllable. She blinks at me a few times, then finally breathes "Yes."
I plunge my hand into her hair as our mouths collide. She's even more delicious than I remembered, like honey and cinnamon and a taste that's all Morgan. She smells like the lavender my apartment complex has outside. And she feels like bliss in my arms.
She moans, sucking hard on my tongue and making my cock throb .
I pull back, and she chases me, her lips seeking more. I can't help but chuckle at how much she needs my kiss.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting rid of this." I slide my hands up her sides, taking her pajama top with me. The fabric is soft and cool, and in my way. She stretches her arms up so I can pull it off, which results in her arching her now-naked breasts into my chest.
We both groan.
I toss the shirt away, seal my lips back to hers, and cover one breast with my hand. She's got large breasts for her size, soft and lush. When I press her nipple between two fingers, she gasps. She's sensitive, and that's what matters.
"Your tits are amazing," I murmur into her mouth.
She groans in response, arching into my hand.
I'm torn between never wanting to stop kissing her and wanting to suck on her nipple.
This time she pulls away from me, sliding her hands into her waistband and shoving her shorts and panties down her legs, then kicking them away. She stands in front of me, completely naked.
I have to breathe slowly to keep from coming. Because she is the sexiest person I've ever seen. My mouth waters, wanting to taste every inch of her.
Her hands go to my waistband now, and with a few tantalizing caresses, I'm naked too.
If I stopped to think, I could never reason out how I ended up naked in a hotel room with a woman I think is a con artist. But my cock and my hormones are in charge tonight, not my logic.
She presses a kiss to my shoulder and it's a jolt of fire through my blood. "We've got all night to get to the appetizers and dessert. Right now, I need the main course."
She backs up to the bed, gets on it, scoots up near the pillows, and lies down .
"You're no main course. You're a fucking feast." I crawl up the bed too, stopping when I'm above her on all fours, my cock bobbing between us. I'm dying to taste her pussy, but she's right. We've got all night. Right now, we both need good, hard fucking.
She wraps her fist around me, her index finger swiping over my head and swirling the pre-cum onto my skin.
I can't breathe. Her touch is exquisite. I've been longing for it for so many months, and now it's almost too good. The pleasure too sharp.
"I'll play with you later." She releases me. "I really need you to fuck me, Zach. Like, right now."
Well shit. How do I possibly deny a request like that?
I grope around the bedspread until I find a condom, open it, and roll it on. I lower my weight onto her, my cock pressed right up against the clit I intend to suck on later. I rock a few times and she cries out.
"Now, dammit. Fucking put your cock in me now." Her expression is furious and hungry all in one.
I can't help the wicked smile that comes over my face as I reach between us and move my cock right where we both want it. My head notches her and we groan in unison.
"Yes. Now."
I push in as far as I can and she's so fucking tight and hot, my eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, Morgan."
"Yes, fuck Morgan. Hard."
I pull back, then surge forward again, farther this time. Three more thrusts and I'm seated fully inside her. I can feel my balls against her ass and it's amazing.
I press up on my elbows to look down at her. I can't quite believe I'm here, bottomed out inside this particular woman. This woman who drives me up every proverbial wall and whose body I can't stop thinking about.
"I mean shit, Zach, do I have to do all the work here?" She rocks her hips up at me, tightening her muscles around my cock .
My vision goes hazy. "Just give me a minute," I grit out.
I force myself to meet her gaze and memorize this moment. The blissful, soft, yet still fierce expression on her face, the warmth of her body under mine, the feel of her thighs gripping my hips, and of course the exquisite pleasure of having my cock inside her body.
My cock surges and I have to move. Much as I might want to stay in this moment, I have to move on.
So I pull back. And surge forward. Hard. Hard enough my balls slap her ass, her tits jiggle, and a grunt pushes out of her throat. "You like that? You like it when I fuck you hard?"
I don't know where these words are coming from. I've never been a talker during sex, but tonight, they're just coming out. She brings something out in me.
"Yes," she moans as I do it again. And again.
Over and over until we're both glistening with sweat and she's crying out with every thrust.
Her pussy is so hot and grips me so beautifully, for a fleeting moment I regret that this will only be one night. Hers is a pussy I could fuck every day and not get tired of it.
Damn. That's a sobering thought. Too bad we could never work together. Our personalities mesh worse than water and oil.
As I pound into her, the words flow from my mouth.
"You like that?"
"Yeah, take what I'm giving you."
"Your pussy feels so fucking good."
"My cock loves being inside you."
A running stream of words, interspersed with groans when she clamps down on me.
"Your tits are gorgeous," I grunt, then bend my head and suck a nipple into my mouth. I roll my tongue around the tip and scrape it with my teeth.
"Zach!" She practically screams my name as her pussy squeezes me even tighter, throbbing around my cock. She's shaking, arching her back, and pushing her breast farther into my mouth.
I keep sucking, keep fucking, as she comes so hard on my cock, my vision blurs and it takes everything I have not to come with her. Dammit, this is going to last. And I'm going to do my damndest to make her come again before it's through.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me," I murmur into her skin as she gasps for breath. "I think I'll make you do it again."
"Yes."
Her pussy is already gripping at me again.
"You're a greedy thing, aren't you?"
"Yes. So give me what I want."
I lift my head and look down into her lust-glazed eyes. "Always."
Where the fuck did that come from?
I still inside her for a moment, gazing into her. For that instant, it feels like I can almost see inside her. See the raw, vulnerable places she hides behind her grumpy mask. The same way I do.
She reaches up and gathers my hair into one hand, holding it at the back of my neck. "It's just as soft as it looks," she murmurs, gaze solid on mine.
It feels like maybe she's seeing into my raw, vulnerable places too. Which makes me want to squirm and look away.
Which I do. Because this isn't about connecting emotionally. This is about lust and nothing more.
I slide an arm under one of her thighs, and my cock slides even deeper inside her. It's fucking perfection.
Now, all I can do is hammer her body with mine. No more words, just grunts and moans and the slap of two bodies pleasuring each other.
"So. Close," she grits out.
I grunt an acknowledgment. I'm close too. Hovering on that edge where everything is physical pleasure, nothing exists outside my body and hers and the pure ecstasy we're creating.
Her fingernails dig into my ass, pulling me in with each stroke.
I hit the crest with a blinding surge of lust shooting out from the base of my spine. "Now," I moan.
And as my cock starts to throb and spurt, her pussy squeezes me as she again cries out my name.
"Yes, fuck, Morgan." The orgasm makes my whole body shake, the pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable. Almost.
Fucking hell, I've never come this hard in my life. It seems never ending. I can't breathe, all I can do is shake with pleasure.
Beneath me, she goes slack. Her arms drop to her sides and her thighs relax around me. I move my arm and release her leg and she flops into the pillows, her body forming an X.
Only then do the waves recede for me. I regain a modicum of control over my body, though my cock is still humming with pleasure. I reach between us and hold onto the condom as I pull out of her. My fingers graze her clit and she jumps.
A smile flits across my face as I think about all the things I still plan to do to her clit. I dispose of the condom, then flop next to her on the bed.
For endless moments, we lay there, each staring at the ceiling. Silent. The sweat on my skin cools and I'm starting to get chilly. I'm still catching my breath, so I'm not ready to go for round two yet, but is it weird to get under the covers for a bit? I definitely don't want to get dressed. Then we just have to undress again.
Though those pajamas of hers were pretty damn sexy.
I can see her in my peripheral vision, but I don't look at her. I have no idea what the etiquette is here. I've never had a one-night stand before. Besides, those are usually with people you just met; this is different .
I hear the rustle of her pillow as she rolls her head to the side to look at me. But I don't look back. I'm not ready.
MORGAN
He isn't looking back at me, but that's OK. Gives me a chance to finally— finally —take in all his tattoos.
His chest is covered in ink, just like his arms. His back too, but I’ll explore that later.
My gaze roams his chest, taking in the variety of shapes and images. Together, they make a picture that is so damn sexy, my pussy is already throbbing, wanting him again.
What if one night isn't enough? What if we don't get this annoying lust out of our systems?
Shit. I'm not thinking about that. Because it's not an option. Having an extended fling with him just isn't going to happen. That would require spending more time with him than I'm already forced to. I may have low enough standards to have a one-night stand with someone who thinks I'm a habitual liar, but I'm damn sure not getting into anything resembling any sort of relationship.
"You need to stop thinking so hard." His voice is low and gravelly and makes my blood heat. "I can practically hear you."
I make a derisive sound.
He finally turns his head to face me. Only the bedside lamp on his side is on to provide lighting, so his face is cast in shadows. His eyes are dark pools, inviting me in. Inviting me to swim in them.
Until I drown.
"Tell me again, for real, why are you so certain magic isn't real?" We’ve discussed it before, but I need a real answer. One that comes from his heart, not his brain .
The words come out of my mouth before I realize I'm going to say them.
His eyebrows form a V over his eyes. "I have a masters in bioengineering. A double major in undergrad in biology and chemistry. I know the laws of the universe, and magic simply doesn't follow them. They're immutable laws, so magic can't exist."
I sigh. Nana has told me stories about when she was little, when magic was first being accepted by society as a valid and real thing. There was lots of push back, especially from people who were staunch defenders of science. But in her lifetime, it's become more and more accepted.
Now, people like Zach are rare. But clearly they're out there. I haven't met many, since they typically don't visit Owl Cove, let alone live there.
"Besides," he says, a teasing note in his voice, "if it were real, you'd have turned me into a toad by now."
I snort a laugh. "I wish. Very few witches can do transmutation. I'm not one of them. I do have a second cousin who can, so if you ever meet Dahlia, stay on her good side."
"Noted."
"And, of course, Nana is one of the most powerful witches in the world. She can do just about any type of magic. So definitely don't piss her off."
He shifts his body toward me, just a little. Not all the way to laying on his side, but he's turned my direction. "And would having a one-night stand with her granddaughter piss her off?"
"I guess we'll find out." It's not like I plan to tell her, or anyone. But my grandmother has a way of knowing everything. She's not quite psychic, but sometimes it feels like she is.
Now he does roll to his side. He traces a finger down my hip. "You know what I think?"
My gaze clings to his. "What? "
"I think we should stop talking about what's probably the stickiest subject between us, and instead focus on doing things we enjoy together."
"I see." A steady pulse beats between my legs.
"Here's what I have in mind." He drops his head so he's nuzzling my neck and speaking into my ear. His hair falls across my face, a dark curtain. I leave it there, letting the silky strands tickle my skin.
"I'm finally going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, until you come all over my face." His hand slides between my legs to cup the pussy in question.
My thighs fall apart as my breath grows shallow. This man and his sexy words, along with his talented fingers, will be the death of me.
"Then, while you're still coming, I'm going to start fucking you. And make you come again and again."
A cry escapes from the back of my throat. I know I'm gushing on his hand.
He chuckles, a dark sound dancing across my neck. "You think you can handle that?"
I don't have enough breath to speak, so I simply nod.
He lifts his head, balancing on his elbow as he looks down at me. "Say it. Say 'yes, Zach.'"
"Yes, Zach," I manage to breathe out.
"Good girl."
Oh fuck, those words. Those two words. My body is on fire. I had no idea those were the words I wanted to hear, but they make my skin come alive. My nipples ache for attention. And my pussy is wetter and needier than ever.
He notices too. A wicked smile spreads over his face. "Somebody has a praise kink."
I had no idea. No one's ever called me a good girl before.
"Maybe you should just make good on your promise."
"Gladly."
He trails kisses down my body, pausing to suck on one nipple while pinching and twisting the other, with fingers that are wet from having just been between my legs. I'm so close to coming just from the nipple play and rubbing my thighs together, my vision goes hazy. But I can't stop looking at him, his dark hair against my pale skin.
Finally, he takes mercy on me and moves down my torso, briefly swirling his tongue in my navel, and then he's there. My thighs on either side of his head, his wide shoulders spreading them apart.
He runs a gentle finger up my center but stops shy of my clit. Damn him.
Leaning in, his breath feathers over my heated, sensitive skin. I squirm.
"Someone's greedy."
"Fuck yes, I am. Get to it," I snap.
"Only you could be cranky when you're about to be feasted on."
I growl at him in response. Yes, I'm cranky. Because I'm more turned on than I've ever been and I need some damn relief.
He laughs as he uses his thumbs to spread me open. The touch isn't enough, but it's something, and it feels good. I moan.
Without warning, his tongue licks me from back to front. Bliss explodes through me. My eyes close and my head arches back. Much as I love the look of him between my legs, especially after dreaming about it so many times, I can't take the intensity.
He repeats the wide, slow lick several times, each time stopping just short of my clit. I'm moaning and writhing, trying to get his touch where I need it most. But every time he backs off.
"Sadist," I mumble, but it lacks any kind of malice.
He responds with the lightest brush of his teeth over my folds. Which sends a sharp pleasure-pain shooting down my legs.
"Where's a condom?" he asks.
I swim up from my lusty haze, trying to process his question. "You better not even think of not finishing this."
His grin is pure sex, with my desire shining on his skin. "I wouldn't dream of it. But if I'm going to fuck you while you're still coming, and I believe that's what I said I was going to do, I should probably be ready to do that."
"It's really fucking hot when you talk like that. But you know that, don't you?"
His gaze flicks down to my cunt, then back to my face. "I had an idea."
Who is this playful, dirty-talking man? He looks like the grumpy, skeptical Zach I know. But naked, he acts a whole lot different. I could almost like this side of him.
Which is dangerous. And more reason we can only do this tonight.
I grope around the bedspread until my hand lands on a condom, which I toss to him.
He levers himself off the bed to put it on, and watching him gripping his magnificent cock makes my clit throb. His tattoos are all the way down his torso, ending just before his pubic hair. Every inch of him is sex appeal.
My mouth waters as he strokes himself a few times. I will suck on him before the night is over.
Back between my legs, with my thighs hooked over his shoulders, he looks up at me, grinning again. "Let's get down to business, then. Shall we?"
"Finally."
He gives my pussy a wet, tongue-filled kiss and my head starts to swim. He's kissing me the way he kissed my mouth: like a starving man getting his first meal in weeks.
I moan and squirm, pleasure searing through me. My fingers find my nipples and start pulling at them, adding to the sensation.
"I'm going to come. Fuck, Zach, I'm so close."
He moans long and deep into me, then seals his lips over my clit and sucks.
And I break. The orgasm is so intense it's almost too much, and it tears a scream from my throat. He sucks again and the next wave is even more. I'm sobbing with pleasure and relief, actual tears rolling down my cheeks and into my ears.
In a flash, he's over me, his cock ramming into me in one, long thrust.
"Oh fuck." I don't know if I'm coming again, or if this is a continuation of the first. But another wave of ecstasy rolls through me. I can't breathe, it's too good.
My eyes fly open to find his attention fixed on my face as his hips slam into mine over and over.
"Yes," he growls. "Your pussy feels amazing, coming all over my cock."
I can't speak, I just nod. My breasts, pressed between our chests, heave as I try to breathe.
"And you taste like fucking heaven. I knew you would." He kisses me, giving me a taste of myself.
I've done this before, kissed someone after they went down on me. But it feels brand new with Zach. It's different. Everything with him is different.
His hair falls forward, closing around us like a privacy curtain, adding to an illusion that nothing exists outside this bed, outside the two of us and the incredible beauty our bodies create together.
Finally the orgasmic crashing starts to recede. I'm so wiped out, my legs fall to the side, no longer gripping his hips. My hold on his ass loosens, though he'll still have nail marks there tomorrow .
"You're going to come again," he murmurs against my mouth, then continues kissing me, his tongue wrapping around mine so I can't respond.
If I could, I would tell him there's no way. I need some recovery time.
He shifts his hips, his next few thrusts shallow, setting off brand new sensations. Then his hand is between us, his thumb rolling my clit in circles.
It's so good, sending renewed pleasure through my exhausted body. I whimper into his mouth.
He chuckles back. He's been chuckling a lot. I like that sound too much.
He goes back to his long, steady thrusts. But now with the added stimulation for my clit.
And it's too much. I'm out of energy but I know I'll come again. So I let my body go slack and simply enjoy.
Only moments later, it washes over me. This one is calmer, waves cresting rather than crashing. But I still shake, I clamp down on him hard enough that he hits his own peak with a growled "Fuck, Morgan."
This time, he doesn't deal with the condom right away. He rolls off me and flops to his back. We're in much the same position we were before.
"God damn, that was intense."
I bark out a laugh. "No kidding."
We're silent for a long time, and for once, I'm not really thinking about anything. I'm still in my body, still feeling the afterglow of such amazing, prolonged pleasure. We're silent so long, I'm sure he's dozed off.
But when I turn my head, he's already looking at me. His expression is quizzical.
"What?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing." A pause, then, "I should get rid of this. "
I watch him walk across the room to the bathroom. He's got a great ass. Tight and firm, and perfect to sink my nails into.
I close my eyes, giving into the drowsiness enveloping me.