Chapter Ten
Morgan
Saturday
What am I doing? What the hell am I playing at?
The problem was as much as my brain thought negative thoughts about heading into what could only be described as a closet with the man I’d been fantasising about for the past week, I wasn’t about to stop. I couldn’t...mostly because I didn’t really want to.
I’d felt it. I actually felt it. I could tell it was brewing when I spoke to Terrance, I could sense a connection flowing between us, but when he kissed me, it was confirmed. I had genuine, real-life, passionate chemistry with him – the sort that I’d only heard described by Nickie before, that I assumed I wouldn’t ever experience myself.
How the hell could I resist that?
Even now, with his hand in mine, I could feel the intoxicating sparkle between us. How had I managed to live twenty six years of live having never felt this before? It seemed insane. I never wanted to go another day without it.
“Is this alright?” He shoved the door open to reveal a room filled with bar supplies. I could see boxes of bottles and barrels inside. “Not particularly where I thought this would happen, but it’ll do, right?” He gave me a look that was so desperate, so needy, I would’ve gone through with this literally anywhere with him. It matched the pulsing in my panties, so if we were both feeling this way, it wouldn’t have been fair to ignore it.
“Erm, yeah, but is this okay?”
Terrance didn’t answer me. Instead, he grabbed my hand and yanked me inside, pulling me until I was pressed right up against his very sexy, muscular body. He felt so good against me that for a second, it took my breath away. I could almost feel every delicious inch of him and needed to know more. I wanted to see him, to feel him, to taste him.
“You’re beautiful,” he gasped as he stared into my eyes. “So fucking sexy.”
I touched my finger up to his cheek, lightly caressing the red mark lingering there. He wasn’t anywhere near as beat up as he was the last time I saw him, but the evidence was still tainting his otherwise very beautiful skin. His lip had healed, but there was a small scar there. Just little reminders of the much tamer time we’d shared together that made me feel safer with him. It felt okay to have my wild night of fun with him, because we already knew each other...sort of. At least we weren’t complete strangers.
Even back then, I could tell he was handsome, but now with the majority of the injuries out the way, it was much more apparent. His eyes were soulful, his cheeks shaped wonderfully, his jawline strong and masculine. Terrance was by far the best-looking guy I’d ever seen, and in the heat of the moment, I felt incredibly jealous of everyone who’d already felt this man inside of them.
Then Terrance kissed me, and the fire transformed from jealousy to passion. I became an animal, driven only by lust. I clawed at his shirt, needing it off. I wanted to make this as memorable an occasion as humanly possible. Maybe we were in public and it’d be a million times worse if we got caught stark naked, but I wanted us to be fully nude when this happened. I was acting out of character, leaving reality behind, and I wanted to go the whole damn way.
I was being a bad girl, rather than the usual good girl I insisted on being the majority of the time.
“Get it off,” I practically groaned. “I want to see you, all of you.”
Terrance stepped back from me and whipped his shirt off in one fluid movement. I could tell from the glint in his gaze that he was testing me, trying to see how far I was willing to take things. Well, if he wanted a challenge, then he would get one. I ran my tongue along my lips and reached around my neck to undo the tie around my back, allowing my dress to drop to the floor. I chose this dress specifically when I was out shopping because it made me feel a little wild, and now I knew why.
“Wow, you’re something else, aren’t you?”
He looked so impressed that I reached back again and unhooked my bra. The look in his eye made me feel like a sexy goddess. I hadn’t ever been made to feel so incredible before, and I wanted more of it. I was like an addict looking for my next fix.
As my bra fluttered away, Terrance couldn’t control himself any longer. He rushed to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and ran kisses all over me. His mouth was everywhere, all over my face, my neck, my earlobes...
My head lolled to one side with desire, and I felt like I was flying higher than air. The electrical buzz was now tearing through my whole body and only intensified as his knees sagged and his mouth found my nipples. His lips were sucking, his tongue flicking, his teeth lightly tugging.
“Oh damn,” I yelled, not even caring if everyone could hear us. “Oh, Terrance.”
I fumbled with the zip on his pants, but I couldn’t quite get them to behave in the way that I wanted them to because my brain was filled with a hot, lusty fog. It was hard to think, never mind act, when I felt like my whole body was fizzing and zipping with joy.
By the time my mission was complete, the material fell to the floor. Terrance stunned me by lifting me up as if I weighed nothing. I took full advantage of the situation by wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, and, my God! I got the shock of my life when I felt what he had waiting for me. He had the biggest cock that I’d ever felt in my life between my legs, and he wasn’t even inside of me yet. Thrilling anticipation coursed through my veins as I tried to picture how it would feel.
“What are you doing with me?” I squealed happily. “Are you crazy?”
He plonked my butt down onto the nearest barrel and slowly shimmied my panties down my legs. The way he kept his eyes on me the whole time sent a shiver running up and down my spine. I felt powerful, seductive, wonderful.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Terrance slammed up against me and kissed me frantically, like he needed me for air to breathe. While our lips moved in unison, his hand fell down my body. He was growing ever nearer to where my wet heat was screaming for him.
I could barely stand the tension, it was killing me... But equally it was the hottest thing ever.
His finger trailed up my thigh so slowly that I wanted to scream. I needed him to hurry up. I wanted him to touch me; I wanted him to feel me in the most intimate way possible. I never usually let anyone this close to me so soon after meeting them, but I was done doing the right thing. This was time for fun.
“Please... Stop teasing...” I eventually felt compelled to ask. “I need you.”
And then he gave me exactly what I needed by slipping a finger in. His hand felt delicious as he explored me. I panted, I cried out in bliss, and I clung so hard to him that my nails dug into his skin. It was an experience all by itself. He had magic fingers, a powerful touch that was sending me nearer to the passion I’d been craving for far too long.
“Oh shit, Terrance,” I gasped into his ear. “I need you to fuck me.”
With that, his hand whipped away, and he slammed into me in an instant. His length filled me, every inch of him buried between my walls. It was incredible, phenomenal, like a wonderful ride that I never wanted to climb off.
“Oh fuck, Morgan,” he cried out, his head falling back as the desire came for him. “Oh my God, this feels... You have no idea... I... I...” He seemed like he wanted to say a whole lot of things, but didn’t know how. That suited me because I didn’t know how to express my feelings, either.
The orgasmic pressure was building. I could feel a hot pool of sheer joy spreading from my stomach. Terrance kept thrusting, hitting all the right spots, and I continued to cry out as the best sensation I’d ever experienced in my entire life claimed me. It crashed over me in powerful waves; it left my body shuddering and buckling.
Terrance pulled me in, kissed me as the pleasure cascaded through my entire body, and leaving me with a perfect moment of bliss. I remained in that position while the passion exploded from his body, too, wanting the exact same for him.
But then we were left panting and clinging limply to one another, like desperate fools. With the passion and lust driving us forwards the whole escapade felt sexy and wonderful, but now that we were both satisfied, it felt a little cold and seedy. Icy guilt flooded my system, and I suddenly hated the fact that I was incredibly naked.
“I just... I need to get my clothes on.” I pushed Terrance out the way and grabbed my underwear. My face was hot, flaming probably, as per damn usual. “I have to...to go...”
“I thought you’d want to come back to mine with me?” Was it me or did Terrance actually look a bit hurt? “For some more... I don’t know, fun or whatever.”
“Erm...” My mind was whirring, but I couldn’t focus on anything in particular. I was a freaking mess. “No, I think I better get back to my friends. This was fun, but I do need to get back to reality eventually.” I tried to laugh, but it didn’t come out as I’d hoped, the joke was totally lost. “I, erm...yeah.”
I shoved my dress over my head and turned away from him. I couldn’t stand to look at him for another second because all I’d remember was the feel of him inside of me. It was fun while it happened, but now I needed to get away.
“I don’t want you to-” Terrance called out to me, but I didn’t get to hear the rest of the sentence because I slammed the door behind me. My emotions were all over the place. I had no idea what to think – all I could be certain about was that I needed to be alone.
I raced down the stairs and away from the VIP section of the club, just to find Nickie standing grumpily on the side of the dance floor by herself. I glanced to where she was staring to see the other girls with their tongues stuck down the throats of random guys...not that I was in any position to judge!
“Nickie.” I grabbed her and gave her a panic-stricken look. “I don’t feel very well. I have to go home.”
“But I thought you were going to get me in the VIP bit of the club,” she whined angrily. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Shit. I did promise that, before I got distracted. I had to be the worst friend in the world! “I’m so sorry, next time I will, I swear to you.” My feet were itching to go, my body was already nearly at the door. “I’m sorry, Nickie. So sorry.”