Xavier
This party was no different than any of the others. A lot of loud people doing crazy ass shit, leaving any and all morals behind. I told myself I wasn’t gonna drink, but after the first hour that idea went right out the window.
Red still felt like an ass for my collision with the coffee table, so he spent the night trying to make it up to me. His idea of doing so was getting shit-faced. Had I been drinking alone I would have assumed he planned some type of attack on me, but he was there right alongside me.
They all gave me a hard time at first, teasing and taunting me about getting my girl’s permission to hang out with the guys. It didn't bother me because I knew had I been given the option of this party or snuggling up with Morgan, she would win every damn time. The girl had me wrapped around her finger; I wasn’t ashamed of that.
As the party went on I grew anxious. I was buzzed but that didn’t make me unaware of the approaching hour.
“Tug of war,” someone yelled out just before a large hand gripped my shoulder.
I looked to my left to find Red smiling brightly with a look of excitement in his eyes. “You’re on my team, X, let’s take those little southern assholes down.”
I didn't get time to inquire or even argue as Red tossed me up over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried me through the living room into the kitchen and right out the back door.
He finally sat me down in the backyard and I looked around at all the people. Corbin, Clayton, and Isaac stood on the far side of the pool. A crowd was forming as the party goers exited the house to find out what was going on now. There was always something.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at Red.
“Those punks think they can take me and you down,” he replied, lifting his beer to his lips to finish it off. “There’s no way those three are gonna pull you and me into the pool.”
I looked over at the guys again and each one of them were looking back at us with smirks on their faces. Did they really think they had this? Red could win this one on his own.
“You in?” Red asked.
I nodded, thinking about how fun it would be to make these fish swim.
We got into position. Red and I on one side, the other three on the opposite. I scanned over the crowd, smiling confidently. Britney and her boy toy stood just a few feet away from the three clowns who were laughing like they already won. When our gazes connected she smiled at me, and I fought the urge to flip her off. She was such a conceited little bitch; I was just too dumb to notice that back when.
“You two ready?” Isaac hollered and Red held up his hand.
“You get in front,” he said in a low tone. “The minute they yell go, get ready. Those dicks will be swimming in seconds.”
Someone counted it out. One, two and three, the rope was pulled tight and everyone dug their heels into the grass. I was barely pulling, and each of them looked like they were giving it their all.
I looked back at Red and we both smiled at one another triumphantly. We were way too cocky, because there was a tug on the rope and both of us began to stumble forward. I looked up just in time to see not only were Isaac and the twins tugging on the other end, but half the damn party was.
Within seconds, people jumped on our end and we were in a full-blown tug of war, jerking and jarring all around as both teams battled for the win.
My feet were at the edge of the pool and I knew with one good tug I was going under. I glanced back toward Corbin, who was at the lead on the other side, just as his gaze dropped to my feet. That was the moment he realized just how close I was too.
He leaned back toward his brother just behind him, whispered something, and I knew I was done for.
I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath just as I was jerked forward , and within seconds my body hit the water.
I came up sputtering, looking around just as Corbin, Clayton, Isaac and a shit ton of other people from the other side fell into the water. A lot of those standing around came to as the guys bulldozed them from behind. Before long the pool was covered with bodies and laughter filtered throughout the backyard.
Those fuckers had this planned from the start. Red was the only one still standing on the side of the pool, dry. Not sure how he managed to pull that one off.
Tiny arms wrapped around my neck from behind, just as a pair of legs hooked around my waist. I looked to the left and found Britney leaning in close. “Hi,” she whispered, her lips lingering over my ear.
I shrugged away and immediately grabbed her legs, unhooking them, before moving to her arms.
“Do you mind?” I asked, moving away from her. She only smiled, looking pleased with herself.
“I don’t mind at all, but I know someone who might.” I was just about to tell her she’d fucking lost it when she pointed toward something over my shoulder.
I looked back that direction to find Morgan, standing back, observing the chaos around her. Instantly a worry took over as I thought of her thinking I was messing with Britney, but she didn't look mad. I hurried from the pool and walked across the yard, my sneakers making a squishing sound with each step.
“Looks like fun,” she said when I paused in front of her. “Sorry I missed it.”
I waited for some type of reaction. A pissed comment about me and my ex, anything really, but it never came.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” I told her, feeling like I had to explain.
“I didn’t think it was,” she said as she stepped closer and leaned in to kiss me.
I accepted it willingly as I grabbed hold of her and pulled her body against mine. She squealed when the wetness of my shirt seeped through her own.
“Oh my god,” she laughed, “that is so cold.”
“What do you say we go inside and warm each other up?” I whispered against her lips.
“I like that idea,” she assured me. I heaved her up into my arms and started walking toward the house.
The fact that she could have freaked out and instantly assumed that Britney and I were messing around, yet she didn’t, was reassurance that she was perfect. She wasn’t dramatic and childish; she was so much more.
Guests of the party hooted and hollered as I walked by carrying Morgan. Most shouted vulgarities, but it didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. She was completely focused on me.
I bypassed my room and went straight for the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Once I lowered her to the floor, I reached behind me and locked the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I turned back to face her. By the look in her eyes, I think she already knew the answer.
“I remember talk of a shower,” I said as I took a step closer. Gripping the hem of my shirt, I peeled the cold, wet material up and over my head. The sound of it hitting the floor with a splat echoed as I moved on to my shoes, shorts, and finally my boxers. The entire time I undressed, Morgan stood watching me. Her eyes glazed over with lust as I reached down and fisted my semi-hard cock in my hands. “Should I undress you now?” I asked with a smirk.
Within seconds she was following me as her clothes joined mine on the floor.
I led her inside the shower and reached around her, flipping the handle before turning on the water. The cool mist hit me and bounced over her shoulders and back. We both took in a deep breath, absorbing the coolness, trying not to scream out.
She tilted her head back when the water began to warm and I took the opportunity to look her over. She was my definition of perfection. The sweetest curves and flattest stomach. Morgan was amazing.
I lifted my hand and trailed my fingertips over her jaw as she leaned into my touch. “I’ve missed you this week,” I confessed, leaning closer to kiss the very spot I just touched. “It made me cranky.”
She smiled. “Aww,” she cooed, “let me make it up to you.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered, kissing along her jaw. “I think it might take all night though.”
“I’m all yours until Sunday afternoon,” she assured me and my lips paused against her neck.
“No,” I said, pulling back and looking at her just as her eyes came open. “You’re mine even when you aren’t with me,” I clarified and she only stared back at me. There were no signs of denial on her face as she lifted her hand and placed it on my chest. “You know this already though, don’t you?”
When she nodded, I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her body tightly against mine. The water slid over our joined bodies as our hands explored one another. When I kissed along her neck, she looked up, giving me better access. When I cupped her tits in my hands, she let out a small whimper.
I took that as an invitation for more and covered one nipple with my lips.
“Xavier,” she sighed my name.
Moving to the other side, I slid my hand down her stomach and she parted her legs, allowing me access to what I was seeking. She was so wet, and it had nothing to do with the water pouring over us.
As I slid my finger inside her, she gripped my shoulders tight. When her hips began to move in a slow, easy pace I remained still, allowing her to ride my hand. I added a finger, and her panting deepened. The feeling of her pussy tightening around my fingers had all the blood rushing to one central location.
I wanted to feel that same thing around my cock.
“Morgan,” I said as I removed my mouth from her nipple. Only she was so lost in my hand buried between her thighs she didn't respond. “Baby,” I tried again and it was then she opened her eyes and met mine. “I wanna feel you,” I told her, hoping she understood what I was saying.
When she never took her eyes from mine, but continued to move her hips against me, I tried a little more.
“I wanna feel all of you against me,” I confessed. “I’m clean, Morgan, I’ve always used protection.”
“I’m on the pill,” she added. The thing was I already knew this. I had watched her take her pill religiously each night I’d stayed at her place. It was like a ritual she did at the same time every evening just after brushing her teeth.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, and she almost immediately nodded her head. “Turn around,” I directed her and she turned, reaching out to brace her hands on the shower wall before her.
It took everything I had in that moment not to cum from the vision before me. Her tight little ass arched up in the air, her legs parted as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Dreams were made from shit like this right here. There was almost a desperate look in her eyes as she waited for my next move.
“You’re sure?” I asked once more and she whispered “yes” as I stepped in closer.
Morgan bit down on her lower lip, just as I pushed forward and oh, so carefully began entering her from behind. I had to pause for a moment to gain some control, because it felt so unbelievable. I had never experienced pleasure like this. Our bodies were molded together; nothing separated us.
My girl had other things in mind though, as she pushed back against me, taking me in fully. Her sweet moan, the one I love so much, ricocheted off the bathroom walls and a deep groan escaped me. Ecstasy was the only word I could think of to describe what I was feeling. In that moment I knew it was not only related to what I was experiencing, but the girl I was experiencing it with.