Chapter 18 – Morgan
MORGAN
Fuck me, she was wonderful. I waited for her to close the door before sweeping in and pressing her up against it.
“You’re amazing you know that?” I pressed my lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair.
“It was so worth it.”
“What photo did you show her?”
We had been taking lots of sexy photos together lately; it was what we used on the nights we couldn’t be together.
Andie held up her phone and grinned at me.
I studied the photo, it was one I had seen and used many times before.
I would never get fed up of seeing her riding my cock, the way her breasts were pushed up against my chest. The way her hair fell down her bare back, her curves, and the look in her eyes as she stared into the camera. My cock was hard thinking of it.
“That’s a good one,” I said into her lips, my hand caressing her arse. I stepped back and looked her up and down. “Fuck, you look good. I don’t think I’ve seen you in jeans before.”
“Oh, these?” She kicked up her one leg. “Just something I threw on.” She smiled.
“Yeah, they are so fucking tight. Shows off your curves.” I bent back down and began to suck her neck, her hands on my arms squeezing hard.
“Morgan.” She breathed. I loved the way she said my name.
“Has the bitch gone?” my mother called out from the kitchen.
I broke away from Andie and poked my head around the kitchen door. “Yeah, Andie scared her off for now.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
I was blushing, I knew it but couldn’t stop it. I reached up and rubbed the back of my head.
“I was wondering if you and dad could take Charlie out for an hour?” I looked back at Andie, smiled, then looked to my mother.
“Uh huh,” Mum said with a knowing smile, making me blush even harder.
“Yeah, of course we can. Just give us ten minutes to get ready.”
“Thanks, Mum.” I closed the kitchen door and grabbed Andie’s hand. “Come with me.”
I pulled her up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us I pushed her up against it. Taking her mouth with mine, my fingers began working on the buttons of her blouse.
“Morgan, what are you doing? Your parents are downstairs.” She gasped, stopping my hands progress.
“Yeah, but I’ve asked them to go out for an hour, so I can thank you properly.” I stepped back and pulled my t-shirt up over my head, dropping it to the floor. I made quick work of my jeans and boxers and stood before her naked. “Your turn.” I gestured to her.
Andie bit her lip, looking me up and down agonizingly slowly.
My cock jumped under her gaze. She moved quickly to the window and closed the curtains.
I can’t believe I didn’t think of that, the neighbours would have had a show.
I heard the front door closing and Andie peeked her head through the curtains.
“They gone?” I asked. When she nodded, I demanded, “Then get your clothes off.” Andie visibly gulped but did as I asked until she was standing in a white floral underwear set. “All. Of. It.” I growled. “And put the heels back on.”
Her gaze didn’t break from mine as she stripped off the last of her clothes and stood in front of me in only shiny black heels.
“Come here,” I told her, moving to the bed. She reached around and gripped my cock hard, stealing away my breath. “Fuck, baby,” I moaned as she pumped me.
She moved around to my front. “You liked looking at that photo of us?” She let go of my cock and squeezed my balls gently.
“Fuck, yeah.” I ran my hands lightly over her breasts.
“Liked seeing me riding your cock?”
Another squeeze. I swallowed hard and pulled her face so that her mouth met mine in a frenzied, passionate kiss.
“Show me, Morgan. Show me how much you like it. How much you want me right now.” She breathed.
“You want me?” I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into the backs of my legs.
“Yes, yes, I want you, Morgan,” she moaned as I sucked her neck.
I laid her gently down on the bed and for a moment I just looked at her, lying in my bed, hair fanned out around her, chest heaving in anticipation. I loved her, I was in love with her.
“Morgan?” She looked up at me, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Just looking at you, taking a picture in my mind of you like this.” I smiled at her and ran my fingers up her thigh. I turned to pick up my phone off the floor and took a picture of her.
“I love seeing my marks on your neck, my scratches down your back.” Her fingers were working on her clit, and her hips were moving in time with them.
“I like it when you mark me too, baby. It shows that I’m all yours.” I dropped to my knees between her legs.
Her fingers stopped their movement, and she propped herself up on her elbows. “I’m all yours, too. Fuck me, Morgan.”
I lapped at her opening as she began rubbing at her clit again. “Mmm,” I moaned into her; I loved her taste and couldn’t get enough of it.
“Morgan, I need you. Please.” She panted.
“Okay, baby.”
I stood, got in between her legs, and pushed gently into her, savouring every second. Her hips bucked when I was balls deep. I pulled out, watching her face as her eyes closed in pleasure and thrust back into her hard and fast.
Her hands moved to my back, and she began dragging her nails down me.
The pain-pleasure mix was intense, and I loved it.
I kept on withdrawing from her slowly, then slamming into her over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pumped her hard and fast. Our moans filled my room, I looked down to her bouncing breasts and felt a surge in my cock.
“Come for me, Andie.” I gasped.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she yelled, gripping my arse tightly.
I felt my orgasm building. The tingling sensation ran from my toes, up my legs, and my balls tightened before I came deep inside her. I thrust harder needing to get every bit of my seed as far as I could into her.
“I love you, Andie.” Another jerk and I was empty.
Afterwards as we lay in bed, I pulled the covers off the floor and laid them over us. Andie lay with her head on my chest, her finger drawing circles on my skin.
“What are you thinking about?” She looked up to me, her beautiful green eyes staring into mine.
“I’m sorry about what I said, when I uh…”
“Morg, don’t worry about it. Everyone says things in the heat of the moment, it’s like the brain short circuits.”
“But I do feel that way. I am in love with you. I have been from the start. Downstairs when you said, ‘I’m Morgan’s girlfriend’—fuck, I want that so bad, Andie.” My voice cracked and I looked up at the ceiling, unable to look at her.
I heard her sigh. She got out of bed and started to get dressed. I watched her as pangs of pain hit me in the chest.
“I’d better get going, your parents will be back soon, and I have work tonight.”
I sat up. “Are we not even going to talk about it?” I couldn’t stop the quiver in my voice or the tears that broke free and ran silently down my cheeks. I clenched my fists tightly, trying to contain the hurt and anger that was growing inside me.
She looked at me and took a deep breath. “Morgan, I care about you, too. I just can’t get into this right now.”
“Yeah, right.” I huffed out and lay back down.
“I’m sorry, Morgan, I really am,” she choked out and then I heard my door closing.