CHAPTER FIVE
Benjamin
I can barely punch in the code to my lock while Morgan’s mouth works its way down my chest. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as her clever hands plunge inside my trousers. She finds my hard cock and starts to stroke me.
My arm shoots out to steady myself while I try to focus.
It isn’t easy, though.
Considering I’m standing in the middle of the bloody hallway, half undressed and with a woman’s hand down my pants, I’m lucky I eventually get it right on the third try.
The door falls open, and we stumble inside.
“You won’t hate me in the morning, will you?” she asks as I kick at the door. It shuts and automatically locks.
“No.” Framing her face in my hands, I bring her mouth to mine, intent upon devouring every inch of her. “I could never hate you.”
It shocks me to my very bones that there is no small voice protesting this—that the hard punch of reality is silent.
Stop reading into this, I remind myself. You want her. She wants you. That’s all there is.
Letting go of her face, I grab her by her thighs and push her against the wall. She wraps her shapely legs around me, her fingers working at the small buttons of her cardigan.
“I hate this stupid thing,” she nearly growls.
“If you will allow me?”
She nods.
I take the material in my hand and rip it open.
“Holy crap.” She grabs my face, slamming her mouth to mine again. Apparently, I did a good thing. She starts grinding against me. A very, very good thing.
We become frantic, grabbing at one another’s clothes. More buttons fly across the room, pinging as they hit the wall and floor. My shirt tears at the seam, but I don’t give a damn.
Finally, we are skin to skin, her breasts pressed against my chest. They’re not small, but they’re not large either. I think they’re—“Fucking perfect.”
“What?”
“Your tits.” I nibble on her ear. “They’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Leaning back a little to gaze into her pretty blue eyes, I ask, “Still sure about this?”
“One hundred percent.”
I walk us to my living room, pushing her down to the sofa. Her ass is on the cushioned arm, practically presenting her pussy to me as a gift. I get down on my knees, spread her thighs apart, and begin to kiss my way up to where she’s bare.
Apparently, Morgan is a fan of waxing, while I am a fan of Morgan being a fan of waxing. Sliding my hands under her bum, I lift her to my mouth and suck her clit.
She nearly comes off the sofa, her hands going to my head. Instead of pushing me away or trying to tear my hair out, she hangs on and begins to move her hips. I drag a knuckle over her and slide a finger inside. She’s warm, tight, and incredibly wet. All I want to do is sink my cock inside of her and not come out for days.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, then head north again, kissing a wet path to her breasts. The tips are hard, dark like the color of ripened apples in fall. I take one into my mouth, moving my finger deeper and adding another.
Morgan moans so loudly that I can’t help but smile in complete male satisfaction.
“I don’t know if I’m coming or going,” she says, rising on her elbows. Her eyes widen. “Watching you is…” Her head drops back. “I can’t take it.”
“You can, and you will.” Sliding my free hand around the back of her neck to cup it, I fuse my mouth to hers. Something primal inside of me is roaring to be heard.
Mark her.
Claim her.
I tear my mouth away and go back to eating her pussy. The taste of her is addicting. Her thighs tremble, and I sweep my hands over them as I suck her clit into my mouth.
She orgasms, screaming my name while her fingers dig into my scalp. The pain only serves to heighten… everything. Somehow, I manage to grab a condom from the inner pocket of my suit jacket.
Preparedness is my middle name.
Tearing the foil with my teeth, I spit out the wrapper and roll the latex down my throbbing cock. Pre-come is already leaking out of me. If I don’t get inside this beautiful woman, I’ll end up embarrassing myself.
Her pretty blue eyes round. “This is really happening.” She sounds breathless. Excited. Impatient.
“Yes.”
I watch as the wide head disappears into her tight body. Inch by bloody fucking inch, I push inside her until I’m ball’s deep, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming in that instant.
Of their own volition, my hips retreat and then plow forward, seeking what she has to offer. I pump into her, wanting everything she has to give me.
Her hips jerk, her body one beautiful arch of flesh. I wrap a hand around her neck, holding her in place while I fuck her. My fingers are loose; no need to mark her there unless she begs.
With my free hand, I stroke her lithe body, wanting to map the curves and planes. Her skin is a light shade of pink, brought on by her arousal. I rub her clit and she squeezes me, her inner muscles milking my cock.
“Ben,” she chokes out. “Do that again.”
“My pleasure.” I rub her firmly, manipulating her swollen clit until she’s begging me to let her come again.
“You can come whenever you want, darling. It’s all yours,” I whisper, leaning over to capture her lips.
Her tongue plunges into my mouth while she wraps her legs wrap around my hips, the movement sending me deeper. Her fingernails sink into my ass, and I’m there.
“Holy shit.”
My orgasm shoots down my spine as I ram into her for all I’m worth. I come so hard that stars spark in my eyes.
Morgan pulses around my cock. She moans my name, claws at the sofa, and writhes beneath me.
I can’t stop. No way I’ll stop until she’s satisfied.
Taking a hard nipple into my mouth, I suck hard and graze my teeth over the point.
Just keep moving.
Keep moving.
Holy fuck.
Keep moving.
Her body bucks against mine one final time, and then she’s still.
Except for her hands. Her hands coast up and down my back. A sweet, almost loving gesture. Something that a couple would do to one another in the afterglow of making love. We are not a couple, nor have we made love, but I don’t pull away.
In fact, I do something supremely stupid, considering I have absolutely no proof of a change in policy. But I guess the boy can be taken out of the Bratva, but not the Bratva out of the boy.
“Spend the entire night with me?” I ask.
Morgan nods, her blonde hair forming a silky halo against the sofa cushion. “Only if we get to do this again.”
“Promise.”
Then I lift her from the sofa and carry her into the shower.