Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
MORGAN
I ’m lying awake in my bed, which is unusual.
Because for the last week, Rhys and I haven’t really stopped.
We are always with each other working, which leads to less work and more fun.
Then at night, one of us is crawling into the other’s bed.
Last night though, I went to bed early, and he stayed at the fire with the guys.
I kind of expected him to come wake me up or something. But he didn’t, and that hurts more than I’d like to admit.
I’m thinking about the jobs we have to do today—okay fine, I’m thinking about when we’ll be able to sneak sex in–when it dawns on me: I’m yet to give him head. I mean yeah, he’s come in my mouth, but I haven’t sucked his cock. He has gone down on me, and I haven’t returned the favour.
I mull over what I’m planning before tiptoeing toward his room with newfound determination. It could go one of two ways; one being he says no and pushes me away, and the second, and best part being him saying yes and both of us having a good time .
Opening his door, I’m hit with the smell of him and soft snores.
I take a deep breath in and walk to the bed.
His sheet is covering half of his body, but when I softly pull it away, I’m met with his naked body.
Perfect. I get in position between his legs.
He hasn’t moved, his breathing still deep and even.
Come on Morgan you got this.
I run my tongue over the round head of his soft cock. I do it again before opening my mouth and sucking his cock. The bar bell distance themselves as he grows in my mouth. He moans here and there. And when he's completely erect, hitting the back of my throat I’m gagging.
“Morgan?”
I don’t answer him. Instead, I free his cock from my mouth, wrap my hand around his length, and work him while I suck on one of his balls.
He hums my name, and it gives me a boost of encouragement.
I give the same attention to his other ball.
Continuing to work his length, I can feel precum gather along my fingers.
“Fuck, Princess.”
Releasing his balls, I look up at him and smirk. He is looking straight at my chest. Did I forget to mention I’m also naked?
While looking at him, I lull my tongue out of my mouth and let saliva run down my tongue, landing on the head of his cock. His breathing hitches, and I lower my mouth to suck in just the tip, my tongue running around the base of his head, then flicking along his slit.
His hip jerk forward. “Jesus fuck”
I take in more of his cock, mentally counting the barbells as they run along the roof of my mouth .
“Are you going to suck my cock until I’m coming down your throat?”
I nod and then melt into his mattress when he says, “Such a good girl.”
He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. He doesn’t force me to take more than I can, but he does encourage me.
“Breathe through your nose.”
I do.
“Relax your throat.”
When I do, his fingers stroke my head.
“When I near the back of your throat, swallow.”
And when the thick head of his cock nears the back of my throat, I relax my throat and swallow, taking the tip of his cock deeper than I thought I’d be able to.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He tips his head and shifts his hips.
I bob my head up and down, until he stops me.
“Get up here.” He says. I release his cock from my mouth and look at him questioningly. He thankfully answers, “Ever sucked dick while being eaten, Princess?”
Embarrassment flushes my cheeks, because I haven’t. I never had anyone go down on me until Rhys. I shake my head.
“Well, that’s about to change. Legs either side of my head, put your cunt over my face, and then suck my cock.” My eyes grow wide, I’m not sure if I can focus on that while he is working his tongue on me, but I do as I’m told and move into position.
“How am I meant to reach your pussy if it’s up there? Sit.”
I lower my body even more, but apparently still not close enough he pulls me closer and lazily laps at my pussy .
“Oh.. God.” I arch my back, and he reminds me to suck his dick.
Right.
Leaning down, I lick up along the piercings, then round the base of his head. He hums and sucks my clit into his mouth. I almost stop what I’m doing as pleasure takes over my body. Instead, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and flick along his slit, gathering the precum with my tongue.
He moans, and the vibrations skitter through my body.
When he inserts his finger and pushes that spot, I do come off his dick with a deep moan.
He shifts his hips up off the bed, silently telling me to suck his dick. How does anyone do this? His tongue is magic, and he expects me to suck his dick while doing it.
I fist his cock while sucking the head. One row of metal balls roll over my tongue. Then another. I bob my head while working my hand. He starts to lift his hips off the bed, and together we find a rhythm.
He has slipped another finger in, stretching my pussy that little bit more, and I moan around his cock. He abandons my clit and licks up to my asshole. The feeling is foreign as he licks over it. I shift forward but he drags me back, all while I still suck his cock.
I cup his balls and lightly pull, causing him to thrust up, while he pushes into my asshole.
“Rhys…”
Starting to roll my hips, I completely forget about his cock, effectively fucking his face. Then he thrusts his tongue into me, and I almost combust. I start to ride his face as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt.
“Oh god.”
He nips my clit. Because I said God and not his name. I move my hand back to his cock and start to jerk him. I’m so close.
My thighs tighten around his head, the closer I get to my orgasm.
He moves his head to say one word. “Cock.”
And I’m back to sucking as he gives my pussy attention.
My orgasm is fast approaching, as he licks and sucks and thrusts his fingers into my pussy. One finger pushes against my ring of muscles, and just as he breaches it, I fall apart. I arch up, screaming my release. He licks me through it; I fall to the side catching my breath.
But he is there in a flash, lifting my head to his cock.
“Open up.”
I open my mouth and resume sucking his cock. He thrusts his hips forward as I bob my head down. Making me suck more of him, causing me to gag. I try remembering what he said about relaxing my throat, but he is so close that he just fucks my throat.
My hand cups his balls and pull slightly, and that seems to be his undoing because he stills. I suck on him until his cum is filling my mouth.
I swallow everything, and then he falls to the side.
“Good morning, Princess.”
“Morning, Cowboy.”
He gives me a goofy smile, props himself up on the headboard and stretches his arm out, silently asking me to go over to him.
I don’t hesitate to get closer, crawling to him. When I get closer, I rest my forehead on his. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I could get used to this.
We’re awakened by knocking. When I open one eye, I notice Beau and Davis leaning on the door frame of Rhys bedroom. I shriek and turn into Rhys trying to hide myself. Rhys just throws a pillow and tells them to fuck off.
“Turn the kettle on,” I call out.
Beau replies. “Already did. Hurry up before the water cools down.”
I get up off of Rhys and find one of his shirts.
“You have a coffee addiction.”
“And?”
“Just an observation.” He shrugs. “I like seeing you in my shirts.”
I walk over to him, buttoning the flanno, “Wouldn’t you prefer to see me out of your clothes?”
“Most definitely.”
Leaning down I say, “If you play your cards right, you can see all of me tonight.” I lean even closer, our lips ghost past each other, and I pull back, throw him a wink, and spin on my heels leaving his room.
I can hear him groan, which has a triumphant smile break over my face. I quickly dart into my room and put on some underwear and something that isn’t Rhys’s before I face dumb and dumber.
“Oh, how different you look with clothes on.” Beau says as a greeting. Davis just nods.
I decide to re-boil the kettle. I turn and rest my hip on the bench. “Why were you pervs watching us sleep? ”
“You were both covered. Some of us wanted to get on with the day, and you didn’t hear us knock on the front door.”
“You watched us sleep?” Adding emphasis, so maybe they can realise how weird it is. But they don’t.
Beau waves his hand. “Barely.”
I ignore him and focus on making myself a coffee. I can feel Rhys before I hear or see him. So, when he brackets me against the bench, I don’t flinch. I just add the milk when he rests his head on my shoulder and asks, “Make me one?”
“Ask nicely?”
“Morgan, can you please make me a coffee?”
I smile and offer him my mug; he takes it and gives me a kiss to the top of my head. I remake one for myself. Freezing, I turn to face Rhys. I open my mouth then close it. Trying one more time. “I just gave you my coffee.”
“Ah, okay?”
“No, I mean—” What do I mean? “I don’t know.”
He looks at me equally as puzzled, but I’m sure it’s more from the fact I couldn’t articulate what I was trying to say than what I said. Things feel natural, like giving him my coffee is the most normal part about my day.
They talk about needing to push cattle here and there, and building a new yard for the cattle they are waiting on to be delivered by truck. I’m half listening, half processing my thoughts, until I hear my name being called over and over.
“Morgan?”
“Hmm?” I turn around to find three sets of eyes watching me.
“Rodeo?”
“Yeah, I have never been to one. ”
Beau looks offended, Davis has his typical expressionless face, and Rhys is half shocked but half amused.
“What?”
“I can’t believe?—”
“I’m happy we get to take you to your first rodeo.” Rhys says, cutting off Beau, who just rolls his eyes. “Right well, rodeo is happening, but we have to work today.”
We walk outside, as Rhys, who reminds the guys of their jobs, is carrying a bag. I look at him in question.
“I never took you to the dam.”
“Oh.”
We walk together to the buggy, and he throws the bag in. I pick up Esky and put her in the back. But as soon as I sit down, she jumps over onto my lap.
“Seat belt, we have to travel on the main road for a few kilometres.”
About twenty-five minutes later, we’re finally pulling up to what I assume used to be a town at one point.
Rhys hops out of the car not saying anything, I follow him with my eyes and when he stops, I decide to also get out.
When I reach him, we’re standing on the edge of what I’m sure is not a dam.
The water is so clear, and it looks like it goes down forever.
“It used to be an old mine.” Rhys says, seeming to know my question without having to speak it.
“So why call it a dam?”
“Because it now holds water.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious answer. I open my mouth to say something but think against it. Instead, I look behind him and the car, and look again at the rubble.
“Yes, this is a ghost town.” He is walking back to the car .
Pursing my lips, “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“I could hear you from over here.” He chuckles and grabs the bag.
I close the distance because of curiosity, “What do you have in there anyway?”
He throws me my bikini, “Go chuck this on.”
“And where shall I do that?”
He looks at me and smirks.
I look at him not understanding, until I do, “Ah, no, I’m not getting changed here.”
“Why? I have seen you naked, and no one is here.”
“Argh, fine.” With a huff, I get undressed and slip my bikini on, while Rhys watches the whole exchange. His gaze darkens, “No, naughty Cowboy.” I scold him like a puppy, but I’m grinning before I even finish my sentence.
“You know,” he removes his shirt, showing off his muscles and tattoos, then starts on his pants. “I like that you have given me a nickname.”
I’m not even focusing on what he is saying because it’s in that moment, I realise he has gone commando.
“Getting a good look, Princess?”
My eyes snap to him. “I wasn’t looking.”
“No, of course not.” He laughs. “Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and walks me to the edge of what I now know to be an old mine.
“Is this even safe?”
“Probably not.” he says with a shrug.
He releases my hand and jumps in. When he breaches the water, he does that hair flick thing that makes my knees weak. But I'll never tell him.
Before he can tell me to get in, I take a deep breath and jump.
“I thought I was going to have to push you in.”
“It’s so cold.”
“But refreshing.”
“No, just cold.” I chuckle while treading water. The downside to swimming in an abandoned open cut mine? No ledges to stand on. Esky is barking at us; not liking us being in open water or away from her.
After a couple minutes of swimming around, I swim over to Rhys, who is floating on his back now, to let him know I’m getting out.
He goes from floating to swimming back with me.
“You didn’t have to get out as well.”
“I know but we can have a look around.”
I look around once more at the ghosts of the once standing building. I agree. It would be cool to see what stood here once.
Throwing me a towel, which I sling around my waist and slip my boots back on, and start walking. There’s a wall here and there, old style ovens, and simple floor plans still on concrete slabs.
We counted sixteen buildings. So, whatever was here was either a really small town or it was just simply housing for the men that worked the mine.
“Jump in once more before we head back?”
As if hearing his words, a bead of sweat rolls down between my shoulder blades, “Ah yeah.”
We drop the towels and kick our boots off. And with a simple nod, we’re running the small distance and jumping in together .
I’m laughing by the time my head is above the water. I swim over to Rhys, who is also laughing, wrap my arms around him, holding onto him. I feel the need to kiss him. So that’s what I do. His hands wrap around my body pulling me closer.
And things are starting to feel less friends with benefits and more… I’m not finishing that. I’m not thinking about it. We have an agreement.
I’m leaving.