Chapter 12 #3
The billowing heat is building, becoming an impossible pressure inside me, and each slide of her mouth, each suckle and stroke makes it burn hotter and pulse more powerfully—my balls ache, taut and tight.
My shaft feels like it's going to explode, and I can't find my voice except to grunt half-feral snarls, crush-gripping her dainty, delicate little hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—Morgan!" I force myself to loosen my grip before I damage her poor little hands.
She places my hands on her head, showing me that she wants me to push. I can scarcely believe this is real, that she's giving me this. Because oh god, it's so good. Too good to be real. I’d forgotten pleasure like this even existed.
She backs away, then, swirling her tongue around my tip, and then pushes on my hands again, more insistently—she does so while looking up at me, her eyes raging with arousal, glittering with erotic glee.
She's enjoying this.
A lot.
That makes me feel better about the whole situation; I shove away the memories of the past that complicate this act for me, focusing on Morgan, on my senses.
Bunched and tensed thighs, braced abs, panting for breath, I'm quaking at the shuddering edge of climax, the heat and pressure now an urgent need, an insistent rush that cannot be denied or stopped or slowed.
I tangle my fingers in Morgan's hair, and she hums an affirmative sound, encouraging me.
I gather her hair into a silky black mass in my hands on the back of her head, let myself crush-grip it as hard as I want…
and then I push her head down, ever so slightly at first.
Morgan grunts a rough sound in her throat—approval.
She pushes up against my hands, and I press her down again…
she goes willingly, easily, eagerly. Groaning, I push her down more, so her mouth slides down my cock.
When she's taken as much of me as she can or wants to, she pushes against me, and I let her pull away.
She opens her mouth and gulps for breath, huffing and panting for an instant or two, and then she takes me again, and I push her down my cock once more.
We find a rhythm.
I'd thought I was about to come, but somehow, I'm not there yet. I'd have sworn moments ago that I was seconds from unloading, but apparently my body has other ideas.
I want this to last forever. To never end.
"Fuck, Morgan," I gasp. "Oh fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Mmm-mmm!" She hums the negative with immediate intensity, a wordless version of perish the thought, more or less.
She shows me the rhythm she wants; when I push and pull her onto my shaft in a slow, rocking pace, rhythmic and wet and hot, she lets go of my hands and explores my body again, palming my pecs and tracing the outlines of my abs and petting my arms, scrubbing my chest with extended arms, all the while bobbing greedily, almost desperately around my cock.
"Morgan—oh god, oh god," I gasp, legs shooting out straight, toes curling as climax builds inside me.
I feel my entire body lock up, straightening and stiffening—my hands seize in her hair and my head throws back and my eyes roll into my skull as a titanic wave of roiling, incandescent heat smashes me apart from the inside out.
Morgan has taken over, now, and she has both hands around my shaft, fingers against her lips as she takes my cock in fast, rocking strokes, bobbing rapidly, tongue sliding against my skin, lips slicking over me, fists pumping at my base.
"Oh—oh god—ohhhh god—Morgan, Mor-Morgan!" My voice is faint and ragged.
She responds to my gasped words with a soft whimper, that sound rocketing straight to my balls—it’s a quiet yet madly erotic sound, a delicate gasp of delight. The same sound she made when she came for me, just before she screamed.
Morgan seems to know I'm about to come before I can warn her.
She takes me down her throat again, every inch of me, and she gives me that whimper, interrupted by a gulp, and then she whimpers again and her hands slip under me to grasp my ass—I arch off the couch as my climax shatters inside me, and she pulls at my ass, crushing me to herself, swallowing hard, gulping and gasping and humming.
"MORGAN!" I shout, "FUCK! Oh god, I'm—oh fuck, fuck, fuck—Morgan, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh god I'm coming so fucking hard, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I'm lost in rabid snarls and animal growls as my orgasm wrenches me apart, white lights flashing behind my eyes as my balls pulse with each wave of release.
I hear her gulping and swallowing desperately; I manage to force my eyes open, and I see her pale green gaze wide and wild on mine, watching me as if desperate not to miss an instant of my reaction.
She hums again, another raw affirmative, encouraging me to keep going, to take it all, to give it all to her.
The waves shatter me, then, and become something else, something new—a wild intensity, a savage release, a need for… something.
I crush the mass of her hair and lose myself, thrusting into her mouth, and she whimpers in gasping approval as I hold her head in place and fuck her mouth with total abandon, coming so hard I can't breathe and can't stop thrusting.
Rush after rush of release jets out of me and I hear her gulping greedily, but it's a distant understanding—the intensity of my release precludes any rational thought.
Slowly, my orgasm subsides, but she's not done.
When rationality returns, I find myself slumped heavily on the couch, limp and wrung out, muscles slack, and I'm gasping raggedly and Morgan is still caressing my length with one hand while lovingly—there's no other word for it—licking and suckling my cock.
The sensation is nearly overwhelming. She sucks and bobs as my cock slackens, and wrenching jerks of intense sensation wrack me with each slide of her lips, until I'm finally soft and slack in her hands.
She sinks back to sit on her shins, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand. I stare at her in stunned, disbelieving awe. “Hi," she says, giggling breathlessly.
"Jesus."
She puts a hand to her chest. "No, my name is Morgan."
I snort, but I can't summon the ability to laugh. All I can do is repeat myself like an idiot. "Jesus." Willing my muscles to work, I reach for her. "C'mere."
She fits her hand in mine and lets me pull her to me—I shift up to sitting and tug her onto my lap. She snuggles against my chest, sitting sideways on my naked lap. “That was incredible, Noah."
I burst into a cackle of laughter. "You're saying that to me?"
She nuzzles my ear. "Maybe I should've mentioned this sooner, but once upon a time, before my ex ruined me, I used to love doing that. Truly. I used to be obsessed with it. Making my man lose his mind like that? I fucking loved it."
There's a slight niggle of jealousy in the back of my mind, but I knock it away. "I mean, holy shit, Morgan."
"I guess I haven't forgotten how much I like doing that, huh?"
"Jesus," I gasp again.
She playfully slaps my shoulder. "Oh, stop."
I shake my head. "Fuck, honey. That was—I'm wrecked. I…Jesus."
Another giggle. "You're acting like you've never gotten a blowjob before."
It's hard to answer that one. "I, uh…it's been a really, really, really long time, Morgan."
She frowns up at me. "Oh. For real? How long, exactly?”
"Not sure you wanna hear about that right now."
She nuzzles closer to me, cheek against my chest. I grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it over us, caressing the long curve of her leg from the back of her knee to her ass. "I do, Noah. There's nothing you can't tell me."
"It's not a big story. It's just that she…
" I pause. It's weird to talk about this, about her, with Morgan.
Especially this, and especially now. “She just wasn’t…
Taylor didn't do that. She hated it. She always hated it and I knew it from pretty much day one, so it just…
it just wasn't part of…things for her and I.”
"Never?" She sounds downright shocked.
I shake my head. "Never." I shrug. "Just not her thing.
And to be clear, I never, ever felt like I was missing anything.
I never felt resentment or anything. We…
she more than made up for that one thing she didn't want to do in so many other ways.
So, the real answer is that no, I haven't gotten a blowjob before.
I may have, before her, but there was only…
what? One person before Taylor? Two? And I was so young back then I barely remember anything. "
"So when you jerked off, thinking about me doing that to you…?"
"It was a fantasy, Morgan. Something I assumed would always be just a fantasy. I never expected you to…to actually do it." I scrub my face with both hands, exhaling raggedly. “It was so unexpected. Incredible, possibly life-changing, and very, very unexpected.
She turns to face me, straddling me. “Well, I aim to please, Captain Austin.
" Her grin is easy and hot—turned on, brimming with a boil of emotions, all of them aroused and ready for more.
"I…." she ducks her head. "It's been so long since I've done that.
I just sort of…I guess I went a little crazy.
It felt so good, though, Noah. It felt so fucking good to make you feel that way.
And now that I know what you just told me?
Oh man—I want to make you feel that way all the time. "
I laugh. "I mean, that wouldn't suck."
"No, but I do."
I take her face in mine. Cup her cheeks. Caress her lips. “Thank you, Morgan. I still can't quite believe how…how incredible you make me feel."
She blushes. “It's not a quid pro quo, thing, Noah, I promise, but you did make me feel exactly that good, too." A pause, a look away from me, speculative and thoughtful, and then she looks at me with a question written on her face. “Why was it so unexpected, Noah? Be real with me.”
I consider how best to answer truthfully yet with tact and consideration for her feelings. “Um.”
“Don’t hold back now, Noah Austin.”
I shake my head. “I'm not. But I can think about my responses and how to be truthful yet kind.”
She tips her head to the side, her expression softening like melted butter. “Noah. You’re too sweet.” She slaps her hands onto my shoulder. “Now. The truth, please. Why was it so shocking that I would go down on you?”
“You haven’t done anything with anyone other than kiss in a very long time, you said.
I suppose I just sort of assumed, obviously incorrectly, that you’d want to ease back into things, you know?
Like, one step at a time. And my experience with receiving oral sex being what it is, I suppose I assumed if you didn’t mind doing that, it’d be later on, when you’re more comfortable with me or…
or…with us and…things?” I laugh awkwardly.
“I don’t know, Morgan. Maybe I'm just a clueless old dumbass.”
She leans in, kisses me quickly, softly.
“You’re not that, Noah. You’re sweet, thoughtful, and respectful.
And to be honest with you, I wasn’t expecting to go there yet either.
But the heat of the moment just sort of took over, y’know?
I suppose I got carried away and realized even though it’s been a very, very long time since I've done that for anyone, I apparently still like doing it.”
I scrutinize her. “You really do?”
She nods. “I'll never lie to you, Noah. I really, truly do enjoy it.” A smirk, a grin. “With the right man, I mean. And you are most definitely the right man.”
“Well, I can’t say I’d stop you if you want to do it again, but I don’t know that I'll ever be comfortable asking you for it.” I pull her to me. Kiss her, slowly, deeply. “And now the thing is, sweetheart…" I trail off, kiss her again.
She pulls away after a breathless instant searching me. “The thing is what, Noah?”
"I need to feel you come all over my mouth, Morgan." I tip her head back, kiss her throat. “I need to taste you.”
She whimpers, a delicate, desperate sound. "Noah!”