Chapter 14 – Andie #2
“But,” I carried on, ignoring his irritation, “I still don’t want a relationship. I’m not ready for that yet. I was thinking, would friends with benefits work for you?”
“What does friends with benefits mean to you exactly?”
“Well, we’re friends who…” What the hell did I say? Sorry, I don’t want all of you, just your cock?
“Fuck?” He smirked, and I couldn’t help smiling.
“And do we get to fuck other people, too? I mean, if it’s not a relationship…”
Fuck, that was a punch to the heart. Thinking about him with another woman hurt more than I wanted to admit, but how could I ask him to be faithful to me when all he wanted was a proper relationship? I was the one who didn’t. It would be selfish of me to expect that from him.
“If that’s what you want, then yes. We can have sex with other people.” I tried to keep the hurt from my voice.
“And if I don’t want that? If I just want us to be the only friends with benefits?” His posture had gone stiff, his mouth set into a thin line.
“Then that’s good with me, too.” He huffed and sat back, looking out of the car window with his jaw clenched.
The rest of the drive went by in silence, both of us lost in thought. I knew I could lose him completely over it, but it was still early on and at least neither of us would be hurt… much.
When we got to the club, Morgan didn’t say anything, he just made his way to the stairs and up to the VIP section of the club to his friends.
I got on with work, jumping behind the bar as we were a few bartenders short again that evening.
I had two coming in but not for another hour, so Lauren and I were helping behind the bar.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, my two replacement bartenders arrived.
“Order for VIP, booth two,” Aria called out.
“I’ll take it up,” I replied.
“I’ll be in my office catching up on paperwork,” Lauren called.
I waved before I grabbed the three jugs of cocktails and made my way slowly up the stairs. When I got to the top, I saw Morgan and his friends had taken up place in the booth next to mine. From this angle, I could see Morgan laughing with his friends, his smile lighting up his face.
“Here’s your drinks,” I called out, placing the jugs on the table to a round of thanks. “Hey, you okay?” I scooted into the side of him.
“Yeah, just having drinks with my friends.” He put the emphasis on the word friends and turned away from me.
His words were harsh and dismissive, and a couple of his friends stopped pouring drinks to look at us. It stung my heart and my face fell, but when I felt the other’s gaze on us, I forced a bright smile.
“Well, enjoy!”
I eased out of the seating and walked away quickly. My heart hurt, but it was my own fault. I never should have slept with him. When I reached my office, I poured myself a large drink and sat behind my desk, my thoughts lying with Morgan.
Maybe he’d decided to not try friends with benefits. Maybe it wasn’t enough for him, and he was doing what he could to protect himself by putting up a wall between us. If that was the case, then it was going to hurt, and I would miss him terribly, but it was all my fault.
There was a knock at my door. I pressed the buzzer for entrance, thinking it was Lauren, but Morgan stood in the doorway.
His dark blue jeans hugged his thighs and crisp white shirt pulled tightly across his chest, hinting at the muscle underneath.
The navy jacket accentuated his broad shoulders. He looked so damn fuckable.
“Can we talk?” he asked moving further into the room.
“Yeah, of course. Take a seat.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk.
He looked from the chair to my sofa, then to me. Instead of sitting, he walked around the desk and perched on the corner of it to my side.
“I’ve been thinking,” he started, and I held my breath.
This was it; this was where he would say he didn’t want to see me anymore. I looked down to the floor and clenched my hands together.
“Hey. ” He lifted my head to look into his eyes.
“I can be what you need, but I’m not a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy. I’m a fuck ‘em and love ‘em guy. I want to try it, this whole friends with benefits thing, but only if we’re exclusive. I can’t think about you being with someone else. That’s what got me so annoyed and why I was angry out there.
The thought of you with another man… I just can’t.
” His hand cupped my face as his thumb stroked my cheek.
I stood and positioned myself between his legs. “I never wanted to have sex with anybody else. I didn’t want you to think that you’re tied to only me.”
“But you’re all I want. I don’t want anyone else.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly.
I ran my hand up under his shirt, over the smooth skin there, then down and pulled at his belt. “Then fuck me, and show me how good these benefits are.”
He quickly undid his belt, pushing down his jeans and boxers and stepped out of them, then he looked at me. “No, this won’t do at all.” He shook his head from side to side. I watched as he pulled off his jacket and shirt. “You have way too many clothes on, lose them.”
Fuck, my pussy wasn’t just quivering, it was full on throbbing. We had never been naked during sex, but the thought of his chest being pressed up against my bare breasts was so exciting, I was waiting for my arousal to start running down my legs.
Morgan stroked his cock as I undid my dress and shimmied out of it, leaving me only in heels and my deep purple, matching underwear set. Morgan stalked around me, still stroking his cock with his right hand, his left hand over my body.
“I’ve never seen you like this” he said in a breathy voice. “You’re stunning.”
He stopped behind me and unclasped my bra, tugging at it and letting it fall to the ground, he dragged my panties down and I stepped out of them.
His hard cock pushed up against my arse and he palmed my tits from behind, grinding his cock into me and sucking on my neck.
I moaned out loud, I couldn’t help it. Just being touched by him was too much.
“That good baby? You like me playing with your breasts?” I nodded. “Tell me.” He sucked harder on my neck as he pinched my nipples.
“Yes, Morgan, yes. I don’t just like it. I fucking love it. You make me so wet when you do that.” I arched my back to give him better access.
“Fuck, Andie you’re so hot when you talk like that.
” He kept a hand on my breast whilst the other ran down over my belly button and to my clit, using the pad of his fingers to add pressure to it.
My moans grew louder. “That’s it, baby. Say my name.
I love hearing you call out my name,” he said as he sucked on my earlobe.
“Morgan, oh Morgan, finger me, please give me something.” I threw my head back onto his shoulder.
He removed his finger from my clit and I let out a huff of frustration, he chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you need.” He remained behind me but placed his hands on my hips to guide me to my desk. “Bend over it,” he demanded.
I fucking loved it when my shy man got all bad boy with me. I bent over the desk and spread my legs.
“Yeah, that’s perfect. I can see how wet your pussy is from here.” He ran his hand down over my arse cheek and plunged two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, more.” I panted, moving my arse backwards to try to get a better angle.
“That better, baby?” he asked as he added a third finger and upped the pace.
I was getting high, but I needed that little bit extra. I pulled at my nipples, the pain-pleasure mix working, and I screamed his name as I came around his fingers.
His fingers slipped out of me and before he had a chance to do anything, I turned over. Pushing him backwards onto my desk chair, I placed my legs either side of him before I slid down onto his cock.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” I moaned as I bounced on his cock, my breasts jumping up and down.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good bare, but we need to stop.” His hands lay firmly on my waist stopping my movements. I looked at him confused’ my pussy pulsed, and his cock throbbed inside me. “I don’t have a condom on.”
“Oh, fuck.”
I reached out to the side and pulled a condom from my office drawer.
I was on contraception, but didn’t want to take any chances.
Reluctantly, I climbed off him, tore into the packet quickly, and rolled it down over his cock.
I slid back down on him, and began bouncing again, loving how he moaned into my mouth.
“Fuck me, Morgan.” I started bouncing faster.
“I want to make those breasts bounce.” He stood, picking me up with him before laying me across my desk, and lining up his cock with my entrance. “Play with yourself.”
He was pumping his cock quickly, and I knew he must have been close to orgasm.
I slipped my hand down my body, pinching my nipple on the way, and slipped two fingers inside myself.
Once they were coated in my juices, I moved them back to my clit and rubbed in circles.
I moaned loudly as the pleasure increased, and in one movement, he entered me hard and fast. My hands shot back above my head, and I held onto the edge of the desk as he gripped my hips and thrust into me.
“I told you to play with yourself.” He panted.
I dropped one hand back down to my clit and was nearly undone by the first touch. I kept up the circular movements as he kept thrusting.
“I love the way your breasts bounce.” He gasped, grabbing hold of the right one, squeezing hard before pinching at my nipple.
That was my undoing. “Do that again, Morgan. Oh, fuck.” I came around him just as I felt him surge into me.
“Fuck, Andie, fuck,” he moaned as he pulled out of me, tugging off the condom as jets of warm cum landed on my stomach and breasts.
“I’m sorry. I just had the urge to see my cum on your skin.
” He stroked his cock and looked down at me as I ran my fingers through his cum, before placing them inside my mouth and sucking them clean.
“Now I get to taste you.” I grinned at him.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “Come here.”
He led me over to the sofa before disappearing into my bathroom, and came back with a towel, damp with warm water, and cleaned me up. Throwing the towel to the side, he lay down on my sofa and pulled me in with him, then he dragged the throw off the back of the sofa to cover us.
“That was…wow. How could you ever think that I would ever want anybody else? You’re perfect. You’re all I need.” He squeezed me and peppered kisses into my hair.
I snuggled closer into his chest, scared of what I would say if I opened my mouth. That was utterly amazing, and I’d never had sex like it. I was becoming addicted to him, I knew it, I didn’t want to stop. In his arms, my heart grew, and I felt warm inside.
I should have known there and then that it was not going to end well.