Chapter 18 – Lance #2
"Hey, you," she said, dropping her purse and shrugging out of her coat. "How was your night with Hector?"
Productive. Enlightening. Made me want to commit murder.
"Fine. How was the co-op?"
"Good. Really good, actually." She sat on the edge of the bed to take off her boots. "Amber's been worried about me, thinks I'm isolating too much. She wants me to start doing more normal things. Coffee dates, shopping, maybe even a girls' weekend."
Of course she does.
"Sounds nice." The words tasted like ash.
Morgan looked up at me, and something in my expression must have given me away because her smile faded slightly.
"Everything okay? You look... tense."
Your best friend is a spy working for my psychotic grandfather.
"Just tired."
She stood up, moving closer, and I could smell her perfume. Coconut lime and vanilla and something else that was purely Morgan. My hands itched to touch her, to pull her against me and never let go.
Mine. She's mine, and I'm going to protect her even if it kills me.
"Lance." Her voice was soft, concerned. "Talk to me."
I can't. Not yet.
Instead of answering, I reached for her, threading my fingers through her hair and pulling her mouth to mine.
She melted into me immediately, her body soft and warm against mine, and for a moment I could almost forget about surveillance photos and betrayal and the fact that we were living on borrowed time.
Just this. Just her.
My kiss was harder than usual, more desperate, and she must have sensed it because she pulled back slightly.
"What's wrong?" she whispered against my lips.
Everything. Nothing. I love you so much it's killing me.
"Need you," I said instead, because it was true and safe and wouldn't require explanations I wasn't ready to give.
Her eyes darkened, pupils dilating as she read the hunger in my voice. "Lance..."
I backed her toward the bed, my hands already working at the buttons of her shirt. She let me undress her slowly, watching my face as if she was trying to read secrets in my expression.
There are so many secrets.
When she was naked, I laid her back on the bed and just looked at her for a long moment.
"You're staring," she said, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into her voice.
"You're gorgeous." I traced the line of her collarbone with my fingertip, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. "Sometimes I can't believe you're real. That you're mine."
That I got to keep you.
"I'm real," she whispered, reaching up to touch my face. "I'm here."
For now.
The thought made my chest tight with panic. I kissed her again, pouring everything I couldn't say into the contact. Love and desperation and the terrifying knowledge that Charles was closing in on us whether we were ready or not.
I won't lose her. Whatever it takes, I won't lose her again.
Morgan's hands tugged at my shirt, and I helped her pull it over my head. Her fingers traced the scars on my chest.
She trusts me completely.
The thought should have been comforting, but instead it made me feel like I was drowning. Because she trusted me to keep her safe, and I was failing. Had already failed. The woman she considered her closest friend was selling information about her to my enemies.
I should tell her.
But not tonight. Tonight, I was going to make love to my wife and pretend that the world outside our bedroom didn't exist. Tonight, I was going to worship her body and memorize every sound she made and pretend that we had all the time in the world.
Morgan
I could feel his desperation tonight. It vibrated in waves off his body. The intensity in his eyes bore straight through to my soul.
I fumbled with his belt, our movements frantic and uncoordinated. When he finally pushed me back onto the mattress, I was already aching for him, my thighs pressing together to relieve the building pressure.
"Spread your legs," Lance commanded, his voice rough as he stripped off his remaining clothes.
I obeyed immediately, watching as his eyes darkened at the sight of me. He crawled between my thighs, his cock already hard and straining. Instead of pushing into me right away like I expected, he dragged his fingers through my wetness, circling my clit with maddening slowness.
"Please," I gasped, bucking my hips up against his hand.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Fuck, you're already so wet," he groaned, running his fingers through my folds. His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly while two fingers pushed inside me.
"I want you inside me," I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets. "Please, Lance, I need your cock."
He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me. "Look at me," he commanded, and when our eyes met, he thrust forward in one hard stroke.
I cried out at the sudden fullness, my back arching off the bed. He didn't give me time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had me gasping with each thrust.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. He pulled my head back, exposing my throat, and bit down on the sensitive skin there.
I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as his teeth marked me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"That's it," he growled against my neck. "Take all of it."
His hand left my hip to push my breasts up, and he dipped his head to capture a nipple between his lips. The sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while he continued to pound into me had me seeing stars.
"Fuck, Morgan," he groaned, releasing my nipple with a wet pop before moving to the other one. His tongue circled it torturously slow before sucking it hard into his mouth.
My nails raked down his back as the dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his cock stretching me overwhelmed my senses. "Harder," I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.
He lifted his head, his eyes wild as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. "You want it harder?" he growled. "Want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you can't walk tomorrow?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Lance."
Without warning, he rolled us over, his hands gripping my hips as I found myself straddling him. The new angle had him hitting even deeper, and I braced my hands on his chest as I began to ride him.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, his hands sliding around to grip my ass, guiding my movements. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
I threw my head back, my braids cascading down my back as I ground down against him. His hands squeezed my ass harder, spreading me open as I bounced on his length.
"Come here," he demanded suddenly, propping himself up on his elbows and pulling me down by my shoulders. His mouth immediately found my breast again, sucking my nipple hard while I continued to rock my hips.
The combination of his mouth on me and the feeling of him so deep inside sent shockwaves through my body. His teeth grazed my nipple and I cried out, my movements becoming more erratic.
"God, I want to mark you all over," he groaned against my skin, his hands still kneading my ass. "This pretty mouth, your tits, this tight pussy. I want to come in your ass."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. One of his hands moved between my cheeks, his finger circling my other entrance teasingly.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice rough with need. "Just a finger?"
I nodded frantically, too lost in sensation to form words. He brought his finger to my mouth first.
"Get it wet for me," he commanded, and I sucked it eagerly, swirling my tongue around it while maintaining eye contact.
He groaned at the sight, pulling his finger free and returning it between my cheeks.
His finger, slick from my mouth, pressed gently against my ass, and I felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear. He went slow, letting me adjust to the new sensation as he continued to thrust up into me, his other hand gripping my hip tightly.
" Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his finger slowly pushing in deeper. Retreating slowly, he shushed my frantic breaths against my nipple.
When he pushed back, he whispered, “Shh, it’s okay, Spitfire, I’ve got you.”
The combination of sensations was overwhelming, his cock filling me completely while his finger slowly worked deeper into my ass. I whimpered against his shoulder, my body trembling as I tried to adjust to the foreign feeling.
"You're doing so good," he praised, his voice strained. "So fucking perfect for me."
He began to move his finger in rhythm with his thrusts, and the dual penetration had me gasping. My nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure mixed with the slight burn of the stretch.
"You're taking me so well," he groaned, adding a second finger carefully, watching my face intently for any sign of discomfort. The stretch was intense, but the way he looked at me. Like I was everything he'd ever wanted, made me push back against his hand.
"Lance," I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going. My body couldn't decide if it wanted to pull away or press closer.
"I know, baby," he murmured, using his free hand to pull my hair back, forcing me to look at him. "You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
I felt a rush of heat and pressure building inside me, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Lance's words, his touch, his relentless rhythm; it was all too much and yet not enough. I clung to him, my body slick with sweat, as he drove into me with a primal intensity that left me breathless.
"Lance," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper against his skin. "I can't... I can't hold on much longer."
His grip on my hair tightened, and he growled against my ear, "Then don't hold on. Let go for me, Morgan. Come all over my cock."
His words were my undoing. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I cried out, my body convulsing around him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers still working inside my ass as my orgasm rippled through me. "You're squeezing me so tight."
His thrusts became erratic, and I could feel him getting close. He pulled his fingers free, gripping both my hips hard enough to leave marks as he pounded up into me.
"Where do you want it?" he asked through gritted teeth, his control clearly slipping.
"Inside me," I gasped, still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fill me up, Lance."
He cursed, pulling me down hard against him as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I could feel the warmth of his release, and the sensation triggered another smaller orgasm that had me shuddering against his chest.
We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. His hands moved from my hips to stroke gently up and down my back, a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before.
"You okay?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I nodded against his chest, unable to form words yet. My body felt boneless, completely spent from the intensity of what we'd just shared. I could feel his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my cheek, matching the rhythm of my own.
I tried to shift off of him, but his arms tightened around me immediately, holding me in place.
"Stay," he murmured against my hair, his voice rough and commanding even in his exhausted state. "Don't move."
I could feel him still hard inside me, the occasional pulse and twitch making me shiver. Every small movement sent aftershocks through my oversensitive body.
"Lance, I should—"
"No." His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, pressing me more firmly against his chest. "You're staying right here."
There was something almost desperate in the way he held me, like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.
I could feel him still semi-hard inside me, the occasional aftershock making him twitch. Every small movement sent sparks through my oversensitive body, making me whimper softly.
"The blanket," he said, reaching blindly to the side until his fingers found the edge of the comforter. He pulled it up and over us, cocooning us in warmth. His other arm never loosened its grip around my waist.
"Lance, we should clean up—"
"Later," he cut me off, his hand sliding up to tangle in my braids. "Right now, you're going to stay exactly where you are and let me hold you to sleep. We have a lot of time to make up for.”