Chapter 8 - Casey
I'm about to fuck Morgan.
Virgin Morgan.
The reality of that hits me as I unbuckle my belt, my hands shaking slightly.
I'm going to be her first. Her first everything. The first man to be inside her, to make her come on something other than her own fingers.
I've never been anyone's first before. Sarah had been with two other guys before me. The few women I dated all had experience. But Morgan is trusting me with this. With something precious and irreversible.
And fuck, I want to make it good for her. I want to make it so good that she has no regrets, that when she thinks back on this moment, she smiles instead of cringing.
I'll go slow. I'll check in with her constantly. I'll make sure she comes on my cock at least once, preferably twice. She'll never forget this moment. And if I'm really lucky, if I do this right... maybe I can be her first and her last.
The thought catches me off guard.
Her last. As in, the only one she ever needs.
It's insane. I barely know her. She's been in my life for less than twenty-four hours. She's traveling, grieving, trying to honor her sister's memory. She has a whole life ahead of her, places to see, things to do.
And I'm a thirty-eight-year-old single dad with a struggling auto shop in a town most people have never heard of.
But God, the way she looks at me. The way she talks to Riley. The way she opened up about her sister, trusted me with her pain. The way she tastes on my tongue, sweet and perfect and everything I didn't know I was missing.
Maybe this is just one moment. Maybe she'll leave in a week or two, get back on the road, and I'll just be a story she tells someday. The mechanic who fixed her car and took her virginity in his shop.
If that's all this is, then I'll make it count. I'll make it fucking unforgettable.
I finish unbuckling my belt and pop the button on my jeans. The zipper slides down, and I shove them and my boxers down, my cock springing free.
Morgan's eyes go wide.
"Oh my God," she breathes.
I'm hard as fucking steel, my cock thick and already leaking at the tip. I've been hard since I kissed her, maybe even before that, and the relief of finally being free from the confines of my jeans is almost painful.
"You okay?" I ask, stepping between her spread thighs.
She nods, her eyes still fixed on my cock. "Yeah. I just... you're really big."
I'm not small, I know that. But hearing her say it, seeing the mix of nervousness and want in her eyes, makes my cock twitch.
"We'll go slow," I promise. "I'll make sure you're ready. And if it hurts too much, if you want to stop at any point, you just say the word. Okay?"
"Okay," she whispers.
I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, trying to pour everything I'm feeling into it. Gratitude that she's trusting me. Desire that's threatening to consume me. Something else, something I'm not ready to name yet.
When I pull back, she's breathless again.
I reach down and run my fingers through her folds, checking to make sure she's still wet enough. She is. Fuck, she's soaked, but I want to make absolutely sure she's ready.
I slide one finger inside her and she gasps.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop."
I work my finger in and out, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When I add a second finger, she winces slightly.
"Too much?" I ask.
"No. Just... different. Keep going."
I scissor my fingers inside her, stretching her gently, getting her used to the feeling. Her inner walls are tight and hot and gripping my fingers like a vice.
When I think she's ready, or as ready as she's going to be, I pull my fingers out and position my cock at her entrance.
"Look at me," I say.
Her eyes meet mine, hazel and wide and trusting.
"If it hurts—"
"I know. I'll tell you." She reaches up and cups my face. "I want this, Casey. I want you."
I push forward slowly, just the tip breaching her entrance, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"Breathe," I remind her. "Just breathe, sweetheart."
I push in another inch, and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
"How are you doing?" I ask, holding completely still.
"Good. I'm good. It's just... a lot."
"We can stop—"
"Don't you dare," she says fiercely. "Keep going."
I push in further, slowly, giving her time to adjust to each inch. She's so fucking tight I can barely stand it, her pussy gripping my cock like it's trying to pull me deeper.
Halfway in, she whimpers.
I freeze. "Morgan?"
"I'm okay. Just... go slow."
I lean down and kiss her, trying to distract her from the discomfort, and push in a little more.
"You're doing so good," I murmur against her lips. "Taking me so well."
Another inch. Then another. And then finally, finally, I'm fully inside her.
We both go still. Morgan is breathing hard, her eyes closed, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
She opens her eyes. "Full. So full. Is it supposed to feel like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like... like you're everywhere. Like I can't tell where I end and you begin."
Fuck. That might be the hottest thing anyone's ever said to me.
"Yeah," I manage. "That's normal."
I start to move, just small thrusts at first, barely pulling out before pushing back in. Morgan's breathing changes, her whimpers turning into something that sounds more like pleasure than pain.
"Okay?" I check again.
"Okay. You can... you can move more."
I pull out halfway and thrust back in, and she moans.
"Like that?" I ask.
"Yes. Fuck, yes, like that."
I establish a rhythm, slow and steady, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I see is pleasure, her eyes glazed and her mouth open, little sounds escaping with each thrust.
"You feel so good," I tell her, because she needs to know. "So fucking good, Morgan. So tight and perfect."
"Casey," she moans, and hearing my name on her lips like that makes me want to lose control, "Faster, please"
Faster. She wants faster.
Fuck.
I'll give her more. I'll give her everything.
I tighten my grip on her thigh and start fucking her harder, faster, my hips snapping against hers with a force that makes the desk creak beneath her.
Her whole body moves with each thrust, thrown back and forward, and her beautiful breasts are bouncing, jiggling with every movement, and I can't stop watching them.
I reach up with one hand and grip one of her breasts, squeezing, my thumb brushing over her nipple. My other hand tightens on her thigh, holding her in place, making sure she can't go anywhere.
Not that she wants to.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I grunt out, slamming into her. "So tight and wet and perfect."
"Casey!" she moans, and it's louder this time, echoing off the walls of the small room. "Oh God, Casey, yes!"
Sweat is trickling down my forehead, dripping down the curve of my neck. I can see it glistening on her skin too, between her breasts, at her throat.
The desk is creaking beneath her, the wood protesting with each thrust, but I don't care. Nothing is going to stop this. Nothing could make me stop.
I need both hands on her. Need more control.
I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head against the desk, holding them there with one hand while the other grips her hip. And I don't stop fucking her. Can't stop. Her pussy feels too good, gripping my cock like a vice, hot and wet and so fucking tight.
"Casey, please," she whimpers, her eyes half-closed. "Please don't stop."
"Never," I growl. "Fuck, Morgan, I'm never stopping."
I fuck her harder, deeper, changing the angle slightly until I hear her cry out—a sharp, desperate sound that tells me I've found the right spot.
"There?" I ask, hitting that same spot again.
"Yes! Right there, oh fuck, right there!"
I keep hitting that spot with every thrust, watching as her face contorts with pleasure, as her mouth falls open and her eyes start to roll back. She's close. I can feel it in the way her pussy is starting to flutter around my cock, in the way her breathing has gone ragged and desperate.
"Come for me," I tell her, my voice rough. "Come on my cock, Morgan. Let me feel it."
"I'm—oh God, I'm—"
She comes with a scream, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I nearly lose it right there, milking me, trying to pull me over the edge with her.
But I'm not done yet. Not even close. I keep fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out, making her shake and sob with the intensity of it. When she finally goes limp against the desk, panting and trembling, I pull out.
"What—" she starts, confused.
I don't answer. I scoop her up off the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically, and carry her to the nearest wall. I press her back against it and slide back inside her in one smooth thrust.
"Oh fuck!" she cries out, her arms wrapping around my neck.
I hold her with one hand under her ass, the other braced against the wall beside her head, and start fucking her again with everything I have. She's practically hovering, her back pressed against the wall, supported only by my hand and my cock buried deep inside her.
"Casey, oh my God, it's too much—"
"You can take it," I tell her, my voice coming out as a growl. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. Taking all of me. Being such a good girl."
She whimpers at that, her pussy clenching around me, and I realize she likes being praised.
"That's it," I continue, slamming into her. "Such a good girl for me. Taking your first cock so well. So fucking perfect."
"Casey, please, I can't… I'm going to—"
"Then come again," I demand. "Come on my cock again, Morgan. Show me how good I make you feel."
I can barely hold on myself. The feeling of her tight pussy, the sounds she's making, the way she's clinging to me like I'm the only thing keeping her grounded, it's all too much.
But I need her to come first. Need to feel her fall apart one more time. I shift my angle again, and she screams, her head falling back against the wall.
"Yes! Fuck, Casey, yes, right there, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Never stopping," I grunt, my rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck, Morgan, you feel too good. So perfect. Mine."
The word slips out before I can stop it but I don't take them back. Because right now, in this moment, she is mine.
"Yours," she gasps, like she can read my mind. "I'm yours, Casey, fuck, I'm—"
She comes again, harder this time, her whole body convulsing in my arms. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard it's almost painful, and that's it. I can't hold back anymore.
"Morgan, I'm going to… where…"
"Inside," she moans. "Come inside me, please, I want to feel it."
That's all it takes.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, my cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, so intense I can barely stay standing.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us panting, sweating, trembling.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
"Yeah," she agrees weakly. "Holy shit."
I'm still inside her, still pressed against the wall, and I realize I need to move before my legs give out. I pull out and lower her to the floor, keeping my hands on her waist to make sure she's steady.
She's not. Her legs are shaking so badly she can barely stand.
"I've got you," I murmur, holding her against me.
She buries her face in my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat racing against mine.
"That was fantastic and…" she starts, then trails off.
"Yeah," I agree.
We stand there for a long moment, just holding each other, coming down from the high. Finally, she pulls back and looks up at me, and there are tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" I ask immediately, panicking. "Did I hurt you? Fuck, Morgan, I'm so sorry—"
"No," she says quickly, wiping at her eyes. "No, you didn't hurt me. That was... Casey, that was incredible. I'm crying because I'm happy. Because that was everything I hoped it would be and more."
Relief floods through me. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." She smiles, watery but genuine. "That was perfect. You were perfect."
I cup her face and kiss her softly, gently, so different from the way I was just fucking her against the wall.
"You were perfect too," I tell her. "So fucking perfect, Morgan."
She leans into me, and I hold her close, breathing in the smell of her hair and sweat and sex.
I don't know what happens next. Don't know if this is just one moment or the start of something more. But right now, with her in my arms, I don't care.