Chapter 14
Morgan
Inside the fort there were no rules or regulations. We could do whatever we wanted, and right now, we were desperate for each other.
I couldn't say that I'd ever felt this level of electricity with another person. I settled between her legs, sucking on one nipple while I manipulated the second with my fingers. With only a thin scrap of material between us, I felt the heat of her pussy.
I resisted the urge to move faster. I could ensure this was what she wanted and that we were on the same page.
But the tugs on my hair and the other hand cupping my ass were good indicators that she wanted me and wouldn't take no for an answer.
She reached between us to cup my dick, and I groaned. Then her hand slipped underneath the waistband, and I was a goner. There wouldn't be any turning back. I wanted to feel her walls surrounding me.
Then a chill settled over me. "I don't have a condom here."
I wasn't planning on having sex with her tonight. I hadn't dated in a while, so there was no reason to keep one in my wallet. "They're in my room." I waited for her to give me the go ahead to grab it. It was her choice whether this continued.
At her nod, I moved quickly, practically running through the house and taking the steps two at a time. I pulled open the nightstand, grabbing a couple of condoms. I had a feeling one time wouldn't be enough, especially if this was the only night I got with her.
I returned to the living room, discarding my briefs, and ripped the condom package open. I dropped to my knees, my dick bobbing in front of me. "You still want this?"
Her cheeks were flushed as she sat up on her elbows to take me in. "Yes."
She'd removed her panties, and she was naked. Her pussy lips glistened with arousal. I asked, "Is that for me?"
She nodded jerkily. "Please, Morgan. I need you."
I couldn't resist her please, so I smoothed the rubber over my aching dick and moved between her legs.
I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone else.
There was a forbidden quality to our movements, a sense that we shouldn't be doing this, and a niggling reminder that her brother would be furious with me if he found out. But that seemed so far away.
I gripped the base of my cock, lining up the tip with her entrance.
She reached between us and guided me inside her.
My breath caught on the motion. I'd never had anyone do that before, and it seemed more intimate somehow.
As if we were dating, and she couldn't wait a second longer to have me inside her.
Logically I knew that wasn’t the case, but I didn't want to think about anything else except what she needed. And right now, she wanted me inside her, filling her up, making her feel good. I eased inside her, watching as she fell back onto the cushions, gazing up at me with a sense of awe.
"You good?"
A smile spread over her face. "So good."
I eased in farther, and the smile slipped, morphing into want. I couldn't help but move deeper, checking for any signs of discomfort. I braced my hands on either side of her head and moved inside her. She felt so good, her walls clamping around me, welcoming me home.
I gave her my mouth, kissing her until she forgot about everything else: the fire, her responsibilities, the renovation, and even her brother. Nothing else existed except for making her feel good.
I whispered words of encouragement. "You're so beautiful, taking my cock."
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she widened her legs, welcoming me even deeper inside her body.
This was supposed to be a one-time thing, but it felt different.
We'd only gotten to know each other recently, but it seemed intimate, as if we'd knew each other on a deeper level, one I wasn't willing to acknowledge yet.
Then she surprised me by asking, "Can I be on top?"
"Fuck yes." I rolled before I'd finished my response, helping her to straddle me.
She gripped my cock and slid down my length.
Why was it so much better this way? I could see her breasts bouncing, her head fall back in pleasure. I cupped her breasts, my fingers rolling her nipples.
The orgasm formed at the base of my spine, threatening to break loose. I couldn't let that happen before she had her release.
She bit her lip, looking down at me as if she needed help.
I reared up to suck on one nipple, the new position causing more friction between us.
She gripped my hair and whimpered. Her movement was slower now. She could only lift so far, and the smaller range of motion only heightened my desire.
Her body tensed, and I sensed she was close. I reached between us, my finger finding the swollen nub, and pressed hard. She jerked in my arms, crying out my name.
There was something deeply satisfying about making her feel good. While she trembled and shook, I thrust one more time deep and let go. It felt like I'd emptied everything into that condom, including any sense of reason.
I was positive at some point I'd remember that this was a mistake and a line I never should have crossed. But right now, my brain was mush, and my body was tired. I moved us so that we were resting on our sides, facing each other.
I removed the condom, tying it, before tossing it outside the fort.
Her hand cupped my cheek, and the sweet touch made my heart contract. When she opened her mouth to say something, I pressed a finger to her lips. "No talking."
I didn't want anything ruining this moment.
The TV still played in the background, but otherwise, it was quiet and dark inside the fort.
It felt like we were in our own world, one where brothers and friends didn't penetrate.
Where you did what felt good always without any worries about the consequences.
It would be lovely if that were real life. Instead, I'd have to think about those things later. When my brain cells reformed and I could think clearly.
I could practically feel her brain working, even though she wasn't saying anything. So I urged her to turn onto her side so that I was spooning her. I wrapped an arm over her waist.
With her ass pressed snuggly against my soft dick, I knew I'd be hard again in no time, and I needed to conserve my energy. If this was the only opportunity we had to be together, I wasn't going to squander it.
In the middle of the night, I woke to her mouth sucking on my already thickening cock.
I moved my hand to her hair, holding on but not trying to exert any pressure.
I wanted to confirm that she was real, that her mouth was really on my cock, and that I hadn't imagined everything that happened last night.
The sheet was still overhead, and my sore back indicated that we were sleeping on couch cushions. But it was hard to care when her hot mouth sucked my brain cells out of my dick.
"You don't have to—" But I would die if she stopped.
She popped off with an audible smack. "I want to."
Fuck if I was going to put a stop to it.
She wanted me.
We hadn't bothered to get dressed after round one, and my body was on board with whatever this was.
She gripped the base, pumping as she sucked.
I was spiraling out of control embarrassingly fast. With one last surge of motivation, I pushed her off my dick and flipped her so that she was beneath me.
My dick instinctively sought out her center, sliding between the slick folds, and when the tip slid inside, she gasped, and something exploded inside my head.
"Condom," she hissed, and I pulled out, falling to my heels.
"Sorry." I wasn't thinking clearly. A few minutes ago, I'd been dead asleep. I fumbled for the second condom I'd been smart enough to grab last night. I tried to rip the wrapper, but my fingers weren't working properly.
She took it from me, opened it, and smoothed it over my aching dick. Then she fell onto her back.
I couldn't see her expression or the emotion in her eyes, but I knew she was on board with whatever this was for the moment. Right now, that was enough for me to move between her legs and slide inside.
She gripped my forearms tight, as if she was worried I was going to pull out and leave her aching on the floor.
There was no chance of that happening. She'd awoken something inside me, and I couldn't get enough of her. I braced my hands on either side of her head, dropping my lips to hers. I moved in slow and long strokes, hoping to create a steady build inside her.
She whimpered on each pass, her grip only getting tighter.
I wanted more. I wanted her to feel me deep inside tomorrow when she was baking. It was a thought I'd never had about a woman before, and I wasn't ready to examine what it meant. Other than I was apparently a cave man now, wanting to stake my claim.
It probably had something to do with the bond we'd formed when I rescued her from the fire.
It couldn't possibly mean that we were meant for each other.
I'd never believed in anything like that.
I figured you found someone who was compatible and you didn't mind sharing your life with, and that was that.
Or you didn't and still lived an enjoyable life.
But this was something else entirely. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, and I couldn't seem to get close enough to her. I wanted to feel her everywhere.
I tapped her hip and pulled out. She got the hint, rolling over to her knees.
She dropped to her forearms, lifting her ass as an offering to me.
I growled, loving how she looked, her legs spread, her pussy glistening for me. I gripped her hips and thrust to the hilt in one motion.
"You feel so good."
"No talking, remember?" Her voice was breathy, as if she couldn't speak over the pleasure I was giving her.
I grunted in satisfaction as I increased the pace, feeling like I was deeper in this position. I wanted to make her come. I needed to make her feel good. I reached around, tweaking her nipples and then rubbing her clit.
It was swollen and slick from our juices. She stiffened and cried out as the orgasm washed over her. I thrust one more time, feeling something deep inside me shift. One night wasn't enough. I just wasn't sure what that meant for us going forward.
Was this a fling that we enjoyed while the bakery was under construction, but we broke apart once she moved home? Or was it something more? Something I'd have to explain to my best friend, her brother.
The only problem was that it was late, and I was exhausted. I took care of the condom and gathered her to me. I kissed her temple, whispering sweet things in her ear. How good she felt. How much I loved being inside her.
It wasn't the sweetest thing I'd ever said to a woman, but it was the most honest. I wasn't holding back with her.
We drifted off to sleep, and when she shifted in the early morning light, she kissed my lips. "I have to get up early to bake. But you can sleep."
I reached for her as she crawled out of the fort, and she giggled. But I was too exhausted to follow her or insist on making breakfast.
I couldn't believe that she was already up. Especially after last night.
I heard her moving about—the water turn on for her shower, the coffee brewing in the kitchen—and finally, the front door open and close. The truck engine turned over.
I stretched, unused muscles feeling sore. The blankets still smelled like her and sex. Otherwise, I would have thought I imagined the whole thing.
I'd crossed a line with her, one that I couldn't reverse. It was either the best decision I'd ever made or the worst. I was fairly sure I knew where Tom was going to fall on that spectrum.
I'd been so focused on the business for so long; it was nice to have someone else in my life. Someone who gave me hope for a different future. One that didn't mean coming home to an empty house and cooking for one.
It was impossible to feel down around Reina. Her optimism and determination were admirable, but they also motivated me to be a better person. But there was a mix of feelings about what happened last night. I felt guilty for betraying Tom but good about what transpired between Reina and me.
I could pull back and put much needed distance between us, or I could keep seeing where it went.
I knew what I wanted, and it didn't line up with what I should do.
Reina was an indulgence, one that felt amazing but I knew was bad for me.
This relationship was going to kill my friendship with Tom, but all I could think about was that it felt good in the moment.
Surely, Tom couldn't be too upset with me. Not when being with Reina made me happy. How could that be bad?