Chapter 29
YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY DO ME
MORGAN
Last night, our first kiss had caught me by surprise. So I’d foolishly thought I’d be prepared for my second. I’d been excited to take heaps of mental notes and catalogue everything.
Spoiler: That wasn’t what happened.
Sensations swamped me. His mouth on mine. My damp skin. The heat of his hands on my hips as he tugged my body flush to his. The length of his erection against mine.
It was all so... ugh... one word couldn't describe what I was feeling. It was breathtaking and astounding and beautiful and spectacular and… every other synonym in the thesaurus for mind-blowingly marvelous.
When I groaned, he broke the kiss. No! I chased his mouth with mine, but the look in his eyes made me pause.
“Tell me you want this, Morgan,” he said in a gruff voice.
His fingers dug into my hips, like he was scared I’d bolt.
But this was exactly where I wanted to be.
“Tell me you want me. Like this. Right now. I know you don’t have much experience, and I refuse to take advantage of you.
But I’ve been thinking about this from the moment I saw you. ”
“Really? But you stopped last night...”
“I knew if we did anything more, I’d want it all. I don’t know how to control myself around you.” He looked pained by his admission.
My heart leaped like a show jumping champion. “I’m in. I mean, yes. Please. Everything. I mean, with you. I want you too.”
"You need to know..." He closed his eyes for a long moment, and my heart plummeted.
That fickle organ was bouncing around all over the place.
It really, really wasn't supposed to do that.
When he opened his eyes again, they were completely black, a sign his magic was close. “There is a risk. If we do this…”
He didn’t finish his thought. It dangled there between us.
“If we do this…” I repeated his words, hoping to prompt him into continuing. When he still didn’t say anything, I offered him a few suggestions. “We’ll have amazing sex? We’ll get sweaty? There'll be a wet spot on the blankets?”
He swallowed audibly and opened his eyes. I couldn’t see his irises through his shadows, but I knew he was staring right into mine. And now my heart was leaping around again. The silly thing. “It’s possible you’re my mate. And if you are—”
“Mate?” I blurted out, interrupting him. “As in fated mate?”
“Yeah.” He croaked out the single syllable.
“Okay… And? Does that mean your dick won’t work?” I knew that wasn't it, but I needed him to explain why he was so worried, which meant I needed to get him to talk to me.
“No.” His mouth twitched, and I knew I’d almost gotten him to smile.
I shrugged. “Then I don’t see what the problem is.”
“When fated mates have sex, there is a risk of being joined. Magically.”
“Wouldn’t we already be joined?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
He scratched his chin. “I’m not explaining this very well.”
“Will you hurt me? Will I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Okay, then. I’m in.” I straightened and placed my hand over my heart. “I, Morgan Rupert Russell, do hereby accept the consequences of having sexy times with Nelson.”
“This is serious.”
“Oh. I’m serious. I want this. You. Everything. You said you’ve been thinking about this, well so have I. Look at me.” I pointed down to where my extremely hard dick was straining against the fabric of my underwear. “Even after all this talking, I’m still ready to blow. This is all because of you.”
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” He shook his head, but he didn’t seem irritated by the idea. “What if you’re stuck with me after this? What if something happens, and we end up tied together?”
That’d be a hell of a way to lose my virginity. Was that the supernatural version of getting pregnant the first time you had sex? Interestingly, the idea didn’t scare me. Was I just that horny? I didn’t think so.
Something about being with Nelson felt right. Destined, maybe. Which was all the confirmation I needed that Nelson’s concerns weren't unfounded. In fact, the more I thought about it, about how I’d been reacting to him since we met, the more I thought he might be on to something.
Wow. I had a mate. That was amazing. Didn’t Nelson agree? “Would you hate that? Being joined with me like that?”
“No,” he said quickly.
“Me neither. Now how about we get started? Then I’ll still be ridiculous, but you’ll be inside me. That sounds fantastic, am I right?” I tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to the bed. “I can imagine it now. Me all hot and tight and you all big and…” I waved my hand through the air. “You know…”
“Yeah?” His mouth lifted in a sexy little smile. And I suddenly needed his sexy little smile on me. Immediately. “Are you sure?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yep. You should definitely do me now.”
He backed me the last few feet to the bed. His hands were still on my hips, and the heat from his touch made me shiver. Holy freaking glitter on toast, this was happening. This day was definitely turning out to be shiny side up with sparkles on top.
“These are… cute.” Nelson stumbled over the word cute, and I wondered if he’d ever used the word before.
He brushed his thumbs along the waistband of my underwear for a tantalizing moment before his fingers slipped between the fabric and my skin.
I sucked in a sharp breath. I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to wiggle until his finger collided with my dick, but I also wanted to stay where I was and let him tease me. Dilemmas, dilemmas.
“Do you like them?" I sounded breathless. "Violet said everything had to be black, but I couldn’t do it.” I shuddered as his finger glided ever so slowly closer to where I wanted him. “I needed something that was more me. I couldn’t sneak them into my suitcase, because she would have seen.”
“I love them,” he said against my ear. “But I’ll love them even more when they are on the floor. Can I take them off you? I want to see you.”
Excellent idea. I shoved them down over my butt. They dropped to the floor, and I kicked them away. Nelson’s breath hitched, and the darkness in his eyes writhed and swirled. That was so fucking sexy.
What would it be like if he shifted completely? He could surround me with his shadowy form, envelop me, do things to me all over my body…
And, okay, yes… I may have been low-key fantasizing about exactly that ever since he’d pressed me into the corner of the storage room. But seeing the mist swirling in his eyes turned me on even more.
“You have too many clothes on,” I complained.
“I do.” He nodded. “Lie back on the bed so I can see you while I undress.”
Naked Nelson? Yes, please. That was even better than Nuzzly Nelson.
I was so turned on I almost came at the idea of it. I scrambled onto the bed. My hard cock bobbed and waved around like a victory flag.
“How do you want me? On my knees with my ass facing you? Or on my back?”
“Fuck.” The word was so deep it sounded like a growl.
I waved my ass at him and winked over my shoulder.
“Behave,” he said, swatting my butt. “Or this will end before we even get started.”
“I don’t see the problem. If we come now, we can still come later too.” This was not a one and done. No way.
“Turn onto your back so you can watch me,” he said.
“Oh, good idea.” I flopped over and sprawled across the bed. My hand went to my dick as I waited for the entertainment to start. Nelson’s eyes tracked the up-and-down movement of my hand gliding over my length.
“So fucking tempting,” he muttered. “I never stood a chance.”
Then he pulled his tight sweater up and over his head. I licked my lips as he removed the rest of his clothing. Piece by piece the clothes were cast aside until he stood naked beside the bed.
“Well, butter my horn,” I murmured. I let my gaze drift over him, wishing I had an eidetic memory because, holy freaking horseshoes, he was glorious.
His dark hair was mussed from when he’d removed his sweater, and I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through it and mess it up even more. His skin tone was slightly darker than mine, and I itched to see the two of us pressed together.
In fact, now that Nelson had shed his black clothes, he was like a delicious study in shades of pink and beige.
I didn’t usually like beige—it was even more boring than black—but on Nelson?
It was different. I wanted to taste every one of his colors, from the pale apricot tint of his belly to the rosy color of his flushed cheeks to the salmon hue of his nipples.
The dusting of dark hair on his chest led straight down to a dense cushion of hair at his groin, where… I swallowed. Oh.
His cock was the real showstopper, with its pretty, purply pink.
“I like your dick,” I murmured as I eyed his long, thick erection. I squirmed. I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. I’d played with my hole a bit, but this was the real deal. “Like a lot.”
Nelson laughed a little, like my admission had taken him by surprise. Then he approached the bed and climbed on. “I like yours too. In fact…”
A wicked expression crossed his face as he lowered his head to my groin.
He pressed his nose against the crease where my leg met my body, and he breathed in.
The scruff on his jaw scraped against my inner thigh.
I yelped in surprise, then in case he thought I was protesting, I shouted, "Don't stop! "
When he lifted his head, he was grinning. I really, really, really liked him like this. His gaze locked on mine as he brought his mouth closer to my cock. Just feeling his hot breath across my heated skin was better than I could have imagined. He smirked as his mouth hovered just above my erection.
I’d never been so turned on in my life. Everything just seemed so… strange. That wasn't the right word, was it? Strange seemed bad. This was absolutely not bad. It was wonderful and... and... surreal. That was the word. I needed something normal to ground me, to make this feel more real.
“Uh… hi,” I said. I waved at him.