Chapter 15 – Morgan
MORGAN
“Okay, you ready to go?” my father asked as we pulled up outside Andie’s house.
“Yeah, can’t wait.” I jumped out of the van eagerly.
Brooke had been ill last week, and I’d had Charlie every day, so hadn’t been able to see Andie, though we had done lots of sexting. I knocked at her door and found myself fidgeting as I waited for her to answer. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Good morning, handsome.” She smiled warmly at me then waved to my father who was still in the van and on the phone. She wore a cream wrap around dress, showing off her curves with her hair half up and half down.
“Morning, beautiful. Can I come in?”
“Of course.” She stepped back and I walked into the hallway.
Andie closed the door behind me, and I took the opportunity to pull her in close and kissed her, squeezing her arse cheeks with my hands. “Mmm. I’ve missed you,” I murmured into her mouth.
“I’ve missed you, too, and all those benefits you offer. Don’t worry, I’ve been tallying them up and now you owe me.” She grinned at me.
I reached up and gently squeezed her breast. “Don’t worry, baby, I intend to pay you back in full.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, her breaths coming short and hard; I loved the effect I had on her.
“I think it would be better if you entered through the back way,” she said.
Fuck me, she was going to kill me. “Baby, I’d love to enter from the back, but right now I have to get to work.” I smirked at her.
“I meant”—she tutted at me—“that you and your dad should drive around to the back to bring the materials in.”
Before I could reply, she had whisked past me and was out through the front door, giving directions to my father. I followed her back through the house watching her arse sway from side to side.
She unlocked the back gate and waved to my father. “Okay, I’m going back to my room to catch up on paperwork. If you need me, give me a shout.”
“Are you sure?” my father asked as he was bringing in tools. “Things are going to get quite loud.”
“That’s okay. The walls in my bedroom are soundproofed.” She smiled, then turned beetroot red when she realised she was talking to my father.
“Okay then, we’ll get on with it.” He nodded and walked back to the van.
We’d been working for a few hours when my father called out that he was going home for dinner. “Do you want to come, too?”
“Uh, no thanks. I think I’ll go check on Andie.” Heat rose in my cheeks and I looked away from my father before he could see it.
“Uh huh,” my father replied with a knowing look.
I knocked at her bedroom door and waited for her to call out before I entered. She was sat at her desk in front of her laptop, hair up in a messy bun with a scrunched-up look of concentration on her face.
“Hey, only me. Dad’s just gone for dinner.”
She looked at her laptop. “I didn’t realise the time.” She stood up and stretched, causing her dress to tighten over her breasts, “Do you want to eat?”
“Yeah, I really fucking do.” I growled and stalked towards her.
I picked her up, turned and sat her down on the bed, all the while taking possession of her soft, sweet lips. Her hands reached down for my hoodie as she tried to pull it off. I helped her out by yanking it off along with my t-shirt.
“That better, baby?” I grinned and crawled up the bed in between her legs, pushing her back gently until she was underneath me.
“Much, but there’s still the issue of these.” She yanked at my joggers.
“In time, baby, but first, I do believe I owe you.” I pulled at the belt that held her dress together and watched it fall by her sides, before dragging down her panties. She lay underneath me in just a bra, her chest panting and hungry eyes watching my every move.
“You do owe me, I remember now.” She smiled and lay her head back, with her arms over her head, opening up her whole body to me.
I had an idea. I reached up and placed her hands around the bars of her headboard. “Andie, you keep your hands here, okay?”
She looked at me, eyes blazing. “I can do that.”
“Good.” I exposed her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as my fingers worked their way lower.
“Morgan, oh fuck.”
“Baby, I’m so hungry right now.” I dropped my mouth to her stomach, nipping and biting my way to her clit.
Andie’s hips bucked off the bed, enabling me to slide my arms under them for better access.
I licked her from clit to her opening, the little mewling sounds she made were driving me insane.
I wanted to be inside her. As I licked and sucked at her clit, I added two fingers, curling them, just the way she liked it.
“Fuck, Morgan, yes, yes, I’m nearly—” She gripped my hair hard as a spike of electricity ran to my cock.
I stopped playing with her. “I told you to keep your hands above your head,” I said, blowing air onto her pussy.
“I’m sorry, just please fuck me. I need you.”
I looked up at her heaving chest, her hair falling out of her bun where she had been thrashing around on the pillow. She was fucking perfect.
“I need you, too.”
I pulled a condom out of my joggers and shoved them down, pumping at my cock.
Not that I needed it, I was already hard and throbbing.
I sheathed myself in the condom and placed one hand to her side to steady myself.
I used the other to guide myself into her.
Even as wet as she was, she was still so tight.
Moving inside her hit all the right buttons for me.
“Morgan, can I please move my hands?”
I like that she had asked me. Something deep inside me pulsed causing another jolt of bliss to my cock. “Yeah, baby, you can move them.” She immediately placed her hands on my arse, digging her nails in and pulling me in deeper. “Fuck, Andie.”
“Yes, more.”
I began thrusting harder though I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last like that. “You need to come for me, baby, and soon.”
“I’m nearly there. Harder, Morgan, harder. Deeper, please,” she begged, dragging her nails down my back so hard I knew they were going to leave marks.
I stopped thrusting, flipped us over so she was riding me and continued to thrust, knowing I would get deeper inside her in that position.
“Yes, yes, that’s it.” She was moving her hips along with mine, and I felt her pussy clenching around my cock.
“That’s it, baby, soak my cock.” I pushed up into her.
“Morgan,” she yelled, just as my orgasm slammed into me.
“Andie, yes, fuck yeah.” I thrust jerkily into her until she fell forward onto my chest, both of us panting hard.
“Thanks, I needed that.” She turned her head and kissed my neck sending shivers down my spine.
“Me too, it’s been a long week.”
“It has; I’ve missed you,” she said, sliding off me and to the side and pulling a throw over both of us.
“I’ve missed you, too.” I pulled her into me, her head resting on my chest, and lay back. “I better get back to work,” I reluctantly told her, getting off the bed and pulling my boxers and joggers up as she watched me sleepily.
“Let me at least feed you first.”
“I’m good. I got to eat, remember?” I gave her a cheeky smile.
She laughed. “Although I thoroughly enjoyed it, that’s not food. Just give me a moment.”
She jumped out of bed, grabbed up her clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Whilst she was in there, I lay back on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
I was happy; happier than I had ever been before.
It wasn’t the type of relationship I wanted with her, but just knowing I could have her at any time was an incredible feeling.
“Okay, let’s get you fed. I need to keep your strength up.” She grinned at me.
“Just need to use the bathroom and I’ll meet you out there.”
When I got to the kitchen, she had already put on the bacon and had buttered a couple of rolls. “Sorry, this is all I’ve got here. You want coffee?”
“This is perfect. You are perfect.” I kissed the side of her head and began to help.
I had Charlie that night. Mum and I had helped him to bake cookies.
Though he was more interested in getting his hands into the mixture and making a mess, his smiles and giggles of delight were worth the mess and loss of ingredients.
We did manage to make a batch of eight with what was left, and they were delicious.
I took him up to bed, tucked him in, and read a book to him until he fell asleep, before getting ready for bed myself.
Andie was at work that night, but she texted me just as I was getting into bed.
A: Hey M, today was good.
M: It was fucking amazing. Can’t wait to be inside you again.
A: Fuck, it does things to me when you talk like that.
M: Does it get you wet, baby? I’m rock-hard thinking about you moaning when I fuck you.
A: I’m soaked. I love it when your hard cock is inside me. Hope your back is okay.
M: You’ve marked my neck and my back, I like it. It turns me on just looking at the marks and remembering you writhing underneath me as I fucked you.
A: Fuck, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
M: Me neither.
The following day, I chose to have dinner with Andie again when my father went home, but this time she was in the dining room. It was another white walled and floored room, but the furniture in there was navy with gold accents and handles.
“Hey, not so much white in here.”
Andie was sat at the head of the table reading the same zombie book I had at home. “No, I’ve added a few pieces in here since I’ve been home. I still want your mum to come down and have a look at it though.” She smiled and put the book down.
“What’s all this?” I asked, gesturing to the large rough oak table. There were two gold plates on the table in front of her and many takeaway cartons.
“Chinese takeaway. I ordered loads, so just take what you want.” She stood up and started to open the cartons.
“I’d like to take you.” I pulled her arse into me.
“Come on let’s eat. I thought maybe we could talk?”
Huh, that’s new. I wasn’t complaining, though.
“Sounds good to me.” I kissed her head and sat in the seat next to her, grabbing a few cartons to see what was inside and choosing my favorite food items.
For an hour we sat and talked about all kinds of things, from the Zombie book, to games we loved and places we wanted to visit.
It turned out a few of the places I wanted to travel to were on her list as well.
My mind wandered to her and me on a quiet beach with sun kissed skin and cocktails.
Next to me, in the recliner, her hand was intertwined with mine.
The rest of the week went pretty much the same way, but on Wednesday, I stayed late.
I cooked her steak with homemade chips and salad, and we snuggled on the sofa to watch a couple of movies.
Though I didn’t see much of either movie as I was too busy watching her.
I sat on the long piece of the sofa with my legs up, she was next to me with her legs entwined with mine and her head on my chest. That was all I wanted; me and Andie, watching movies, like a real couple.
After the movie, Andie sat up from where she had been lying in my arms and stretched. “It’s late, would you like to stay the night?” She looked back at me, her tongue darting out and wetting her lips and she ran her hands through her hair.
“I would love to.”
She beamed at me and stood up, holding out her hand for me to take, then leading me back to her bedroom. I fired off a quick text to my mother to let her know I wouldn’t be home and would meet my father at Andie’s in the morning.
We spent hours sensually exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths before having sex. “Best night ever,” I told her as I pulled her into my arms, both of us panting and covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Mmm, so good,” she murmured sleepily. “Maybe we can do it more often?” She draped her leg over mine and snuggled into my chest.
“I’d love that, baby.” I kissed her head, keeping her close in my arms before falling asleep.