Chapter 6
Mellie
It has been three weeks since the day that we went four wheeling and I’ve only gotten to see Morris a few times. We text and call worse than teenagers but have only managed to have dinner together five times. Each of those time ends in a very steamy make-out session, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed his fingers and tongue, but those times only seem to be making this worse. I appreciate that he wanted to take things slow for me, but I didn’t think that we would be moving at a freaking glacial pace! A woman has needs dammit! I swear I feel like a sex-crazed maniac. It’s all I can think about and I’m at the end of my rope. You would think that with the orgasms he’s given me that I shouldn’t be this edgy but I am. It’s like really wanting ice cream but only being able to have Froyo.
We’ve both been crazy busy, so I really should just be happy that I’ve gotten to spend any time with him at all. Twice we had to cancel plans because he got a SWAT call. Michelle and I started the renovations two weeks ago, so everything around me has been complete and utter chaos. Even with both of the shops being closed due to the construction, we are crazy busy. Not only do we have to approve of the work being done, but we also have to look for new tables and decorations. We really didn’t think about the fact that we would need a different décor since we are combining the two shops. If I never have to pick out another paint sample it will be too soon!
Walking through Lowes to get even more paint samples my phone beeps with a text. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face when I see that it’s Morris.
Morris: Hey baby. How’s ur day goin?
“Is that lover boy again?” Michelle asks, while leaning over my shoulder to read my text. I not so nicely shove her nosey ass out of the way before replying to both.
“Yes, but you knew that already nosey.”
Me: Back at Lowes w/ Shell looking at even more paint samples. I think that I’m going color blind. If she doesn’t pick something soon I might need you to help me hide her body.
Morris: Ur not supposed to tell a cop that you’re planning to murder someone babe.
Me: It doesn’t count if the cop is your boyfriend.
“Oh, Crap!” I practically yell at Michelle
“What? Why do you look so panicked?”
“I just called him my boyfriend. We’ve never discussed labels or anything. We’ve only been out a handful of times in the past three weeks. What if he thinks that I’m pushing us too fast. OMG, what if he thinks that I’m some weird clinger or something? Why the hell isn’t there a retract option for text messages!” I’m having a full-blown panic attack and this bitch is just smirking at me…WTF!
“Sweetie just calm down. I’m sure he won’t think that you’re some clingy psycho.” She says while laughing at me.
“I can’t calm down! We haven’t even had sex and I’m calling him my boyfriend! What if he decides that he never wants to see me again?” Okay, I know that I’m not even close to rational right now but shit I didn’t mean to type that. Thinking it in my head is one thing but we haven’t talked about it at all. Crap I can’t believe that not only does my mouth not have a filter, but my fingers don’t either!
“Just check your phone and see what he said.” She replies more calmly than she should be for this type of situation.
“Why would I check my phone?”
“Because it beeped during your crazy rant.”
Okay, I can do this. Just look down at the phone and find out what he said. Easy peasy. Yup, no big deal. I’m going to look any second now. Instead, I look at up at Michelle who is pointing to my phone and glaring at me. See if I ever help you out again! Okay, deep breath and just look.
Morris: I'm ur boyfriend huh?
Me: Ummmmm…….
Morris: Babe yes or no
Me: Depends
Morris: On what?
Me: On whether or not you want to be I guess
“Will you stop reading over my damn shoulder, you nosey bitch. You know I’m going to tell you everything anyway. Why don’t you make yourself useful and pick out a fucking color since you’re the reason that we’re back here again!” I say while pushing my soon to be ex-best friend towards the paint aisle.
“Fine be that way. But now I’m picking the color that you hated.” She huffs out as she walks away.
“I would expect nothing less,” I say to her retreating back.
Morris: Honey I am too old to be some1s boyfriend
Ouch! Well, that stings a bit…okay, a lot. My phone beeps again and I almost don’t look at it, but I’m a glutton for punishment.
Morris: But I have no problem being your man sweet girl.
Okay and back to feeling like a million bucks!
Me: Okay ☺
Morris: Does that mean that you're going to be my woman?
Me: Yeah
Morris: Are your cheeks pink right now, honey?
Me: NoOoOo
I really need to figure out a way not to blush so damn much.
Morris: Of course not, Babe.
Me: You don’t know everything!
Morris: I know how much u like my tongue on that pretty pussy of urs.
Me: You cannot text things like that to me while I’m shopping. And just for that you are not getting anywhere near my girly bits for a long time!
Morris: We’ll see ;)
Me: Now I need to go before Shell picks out a hideous color b/c then you really will have to hide her body!
Morris: Bye baby… c u 2nite
Me: Bye XoXoXoXoXo
That man really is trouble, but in the best kind of way. Now I need to go find Michelle before she picks out that “Mint Green” that really should be named Puke Green. I don’t even know why she thinks that green would be a good idea. We’re combining a coffee shop and a bakery, not a freaking forest. I finally spot her and thankfully she is nowhere near the green. Miracles do happen!
“Hey what do you think that if we did a combo of like a coffee brown and pink? That way we can incorporate both of the businesses? We can paint the walls the brown and have all accents and writing in pink,” she asks me. I think hell might have frozen over if she’s actually compromising.
“Are you drunk?” I ask seriously
“No why?”
“Because you have been all about that awful green forever.”
“Yeah, I’m over it.” Wonderful I’m dealing with wishy-washy over here.
“You realize once we paint that there is no going back right?” I ask trying to make sure that she is 100% serious. I really don’t feel like listening to her bitch later on.
“Yuppers.” Okay then
“Alright let's get the color names that way we can tell the crew when we get back,” I say picking up the two sample colors and putting them in my purse. Yay so close to freedom from paints! Just a little bit farther and we’ll be out the door.
“Have you seen how hot some of the guys on that crew are?” She asks me while wiggling her eyebrows up and down. I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she looks. Before I can answer she keeps going.
“Never mind. I forgot that you have your own man candy now.” She says while smiling at me.
“That I do. Who has decided that he is my man.” I say with a cheesy ass smile on my face while I hand her my phone to read.
“Yay! Now, all we have to do is find me my own tall, delicious and tatted.” She says as she hands my phone back to me.
“Well…all the guys on the Swat team are single. Marc and Morris are out for obvious reasons, but the rest are doable.” I get all the way to my purple or as the salesman called it “Midnight Garnet” Infiniti QX50 before I realize that Shell isn’t next to me. I look behind me and she is just standing there staring at me with her head tilted and a weird smile on her face. I throw my hands up at her in a “what” gesture.
“The rest are doable huh Mel? I wonder if Morris would like to know that you think the rest of them are doable?” Ahhh I really need to think before I speak.
“You know damn well that that’s not how I meant it. I’m just saying the rest are all tall, hot and tatted…exactly what You’re looking for!”
“Tall, hot, tatted and doable…my my Mellie. Look who’s been perving lately.”
“I’m two seconds away from slapping the hell out of your wanna be Barbie ass,” I say looking at my very life like Barbie best friend. I swear Shell probably would even have the same measurements if Barbie was real.
“You did not just go there. That bitch wishes she could look like me!” She says before getting in the car and slamming my poor door. I wonder if they have interventions for people like her…or at least a support group for me.
After the nice and silent twenty-minute car ride back to our shop…which Michelle made sure to spend every minute glaring at me…we walk in to give Craig, the foreman, the paint colors that we want.
“Hey, Craig. Here’s the colors that we finally decided on. How long do you think it will be until you guys are going to paint?” I say while handing him the color samples. They have gotten a lot done in just a few weeks. They already knocked down the adjoining wall, redid the floors to make everything hardwood and have even started spackling. The biggest issue was with the kitchen and making sure that all the pipes and electric were good. They were a little pricier than the other contractors that we met with, but they had the best ratings. So far, they have been totally worth the money!
“Good afternoon Mel and Michelle. We should get to painting in about a day or two. After that is done, we’ll be able to get started on all of your display cases and shelves. I figure that you should be able to open up again in about two weeks.”
“You guys are awesome! Thank you so much!” I say wholeheartedly. They really made this almost totally painless. The worst part is just picking things out with Shell. Our two visions don’t always mesh well together, and we have gotten a bit catty towards each other after a margarita…or five.
“Yeah thank you, guys. It is coming out better than Mellie and I even imagined it would.” She’s right about that. This place is going to look so amazing when it’s all finished.
“You both are very welcome. But if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to work otherwise you won’t be opening up anytime soon.” He starts to walk away but snaps his fingers and turns around.
“Oh, Mel you got a delivery while you were gone. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I put it in the back by your office.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say curious as to what was delivered. Both of us stopped all of our usual deliveries since we knew that we wouldn’t be needing anything for a while. Michelle and I walk past all of the construction and into the back to my office.
“Hey someone sent you flowers. Aww, do you think that it was Morris?” Shell asks while clapping her hands like an over-zealous seal.
“I doubt it. I got flowers like this before we even started seeing each other. Plus, he knows that the shop is closed. If he wanted to send me flowers he would just send them to my house. Also, he knows that I hate roses, we discussed that one night at dinner, even if he forgot I doubt that he would send me roses that look black.” I do take out my phone to text him just in case. I don’t want to throw them away if they are from him.
“Huh…now that you mention it they do look kind of black. Creepy.”
Me: Hey did you by any chance send me flowers today?
“Yeah, I got similar ones the day that we went to the bank to get the loan. There wasn’t a card that day either. I tossed them last time and I’ll be doing it again. I don’t know anyone who would send me creepy as hell roses like this.” I hear the beep and look down at my phone.
Morris: No babe…was I supposed 2?
Me: No, someone just keeps sending me creepy as hell roses without a card. I’m going to throw them out, but I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t send them.
Morris: I know u don’t like roses. Y R they creepy?
Me: They’re so dark that they look black. Lisa said that they have bad JuJu and I agree with her.
Morris: & no card?
Me: Nope both times. I just can’t figure out who would send me these.
Morris: I dunno honey but we just got a call ill TTYL
Me: Okay…Be Safe!
Morris: Always baby ;)
I put my phone back into my pocket and pick up the creepy ass roses and toss them into the nearest trash can. This is probably someone’s idea of a joke. Hmmm yeah, I should probably see if Marc has decided to mess with me. This does seem like something that he would do. He’s always trying to come up with some way to freak me out. Thanks to him forcing me to watch Arachnophobia when I was little and then locking me in a dark closet while telling me that all the spiders from the movie were in there and going to eat me; I now have a very unhealthy fear of spiders and small dark spaces. He really is such a dick at times.
“Okay Shell I’m going to head out. Morris is coming over tonight after work for dinner. So, I need to stop by the grocery store so that I can pick up a few things.” I look over at her and have to hold in my laugh. She is just standing there staring at one of the guys up on the ladder. Well, she’s more so staring at his ass and looks like she’s about to start drooling.
“Yea, mkay…byeee.” Is all I get from her and a dismissive wave of her hand. I guess I’m not the only one who needs to get laid.
I don’t even bother responding to her. I walk past all out the guys and wave goodbye. I throw on my sunglasses and get into my car to drive to the grocery store. All I can think about is the fact that tonight is definitely the night. My brother will be gone on one of his “dates” and Morris and I will have the whole house to ourselves. Yup, I definitely need to make sure that when I get home I shower, shave and buff every inch of myself! Tonight, is the night baby!
****
Morris
I put my phone back in my pocket and finish putting all of my gear on. My Kevlar vest is the last piece I put in place before we are all running towards the bus. It isn’t an actual bus but an armored van that has everything that we could ever need. It also doubles as a command post when needed. I don’t even know how we got to calling it “the bus” but somehow it stuck. Since I’m last, I hop in and shut the doors just seconds before Declan starts pulling out. With him driving we should be there quickly. Guy thinks that he’s Jeff Gordon or some shit. I look across from me to Marc and give him a chin lift.
“Did you send your sister any roses today?” I ask him thinking maybe he did for some reason. He looks at me with surprise written all over his face.
“Nah man, she hates roses, if I would send her flowers it would either be calla lilies or sunflowers. Those are her two favorites. Why?”
“Because she texted me asking if I sent her roses since they didn’t have a card,” I reply.
“Huh, that’s weird. I wonder why they didn’t say who they were from.”
“That’s not the weird part. She said that this is the second time that she’s gotten these roses without a note. And to get weirder she says that they look black.”
“Who the fuck would send her black roses?” He asks looking pissed.
“I dunno. I thought maybe you did just to screw with her since you can’t seem to help yourself.”
He doesn’t even look offended that I thought it would be him…nope, he’s just smiling unabashedly. Every time that I’ve been around when the two of them are together he is constantly doing shit to fuck with her. Three days ago, I walked into their house to find Mel throwing DVDs at him; all while he just ducked and kept laughing. Apparently, one of her little “quirks”, as she calls them, is that she likes her DVDs to be in alphabetical order. She says that it makes them easier to find when you want to watch one. Honestly, I usually just throw mine into a pile when I’m done but I guess that’s a big no-no with her.
Marc decided that he was bored and rearranged all of them on her. I walked into her having a full-blown meltdown and threatening to kill him with one of the discs. How she planned to accomplish that I’m not really sure, but she seemed determined as hell to make it happen. After she finished her little rant, while now crying, she demanded that “that giant stupid shithead” put them all back where they belong. She then stormed out and locked herself in her bedroom.
The entire time he’s about to piss himself from laughing so hard. I was pissed that he made her cry and told him so. This caused him to laugh even harder while saying that she’s an angry crier and has been since they were little. He finds it hysterical to piss her off so badly that she starts crying. I stood there completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed.
Mel came back out like twenty minutes later glaring at her brother and told me that shit like this happens at least twice a week. I really think that she must have the patience of a saint. I would’ve killed him by now. When I mentioned that she just shrugged and said that when he really pisses her off she finds creative ways to get back at him. Which is why he walked into work the next day with hearts and daisies drawn all over him in sharpie. Those two really need adult supervision.
“Yeah, that’s not really my style. I like being able to see how annoyed or freaked out she gets. It’s no fun if I’m not there to witness it,” he says like the jackass he is.
“Do you think the douche with the Porsche is sending them to her?” JJ asks having obviously been listening in. Although with us all crammed in here it’s kind of hard not to. Thinking about that asshole has my blood boiling. I’ve gone in a few mornings to see her and that jerk off always seems to be there hitting on her.
“I doubt it,” Marc replies with a smirk my way. Yeah, I may have gotten a little territorial one morning. But screw it a man can only take so much before he does something.
“Why?” Rocco decides to chime in.
“Because while that asshole was hitting on her, Morris here walked over to my sister and pretty much mauled her in front of everyone that was there. It’s safe to say that it’s obvious that she’s taken. Especially since after his little display, he kept his arms around Mellie while glaring at the douche.” He finishes up while laughing and the rest of the guys join in.
“What? I think that I was very subtle about letting him know that she isn’t available and that he should probably find somewhere else to buy his fucking coffee.”
“Yeah, you were subtle alright. I’m surprised you didn’t decide to piss a circle around her.” I just give him the finger causing him to start laughing like a fucking hyena again.
“Alright settle down assholes we have work to do. The call came twenty-two minutes ago from a neighbor stating that a man has taken his entire family hostage. In the house, it’s the husband, wife and two small children, a girl age three and a boy age six. The husband's name is Howard Myers. According to the neighbor, Mrs. Myers wants a divorce and he isn’t taking it too well. He’s screaming that if he can’t have his family, then he is going to kill them all so that they can stay together forever.” JJ states with disgust.
“What the actual fuck?” Comes from Damon up front and everyone murmurs their agreement.
I hate calls like these that involve kids. No matter what their lives are never going to be the same after this. Even if they’re small, some part of them will always remember this. I get you’re upset that your wife is leaving you. Man, the fuck up. Don’t take it out on her and your kids. If you want to die then fine, good riddance, just leave everyone else the fuck alone! I have a bad feeling about today and I’m almost 100% sure that I’m not making dinner either.
Seven and half hours later and we’re walking back into the locker room at the station tired and fucking defeated. It was one of the most brutal things that I have ever seen and that’s saying something after my years as a SEAL. What we didn’t know before we got there is that Mr. Myers had already shot his wife Cynthia in the stomach. The sick bastard did it right in front of the children too. Those poor kids had to watch their mother bleed to death.
We got there and got into position while the hostage negotiator was speaking with Myers. With all the curtains closed, we had no idea that Mrs. Myers was fighting for her life and unfortunately lost the battle. You could hear the children crying, so the negotiator thought that they were all fine. A mistake that we will all regret forever.
After six hours Myers just hangs up on the negotiator. The next thing we know three shots are being fired from inside the house. He shot both of his children in the chest before turning his gun on himself and shooting himself in the head. Going in and seeing their two little lifeless bodies is something that is going to haunt me for a long time to come. The whole thing was just one giant cluster fuck! Four people lost their lives because of one asshole. Life just really doesn’t seem fair some days.
At this point, I just want to get out of all this gear, shower and then go see Mel. But looking at my phone I see that it’s after 11 pm and I know that she is probably sound asleep. So, I decided to strip down and just shower real fast before heading back to my apartment.
Getting dressed after my shower I notice that Marc is standing at the door looking like he’s waiting for something.
“What’s up, man? What are you doing just standing around?” I ask him.
“Waiting for you to get done so we can get the fuck out of here and go home.” He replies looking at me like I’m stupid and should’ve known this.
“Alright, I’ll walk out with you in a minute,” I tell him as I finish tying up my boots.
“No, I meant I’m waiting for you, so we can go home.” He says while tilting his head at me like I’m some weird science experiment.
“You realize that we don’t live together right?”
“Yeah, jackass I know where I live. But home isn’t always a place…sometimes it’s a person. More specifically a woman who probably still made dinner and left it in the oven to stay warm, even though you texted her that we weren’t going to be there. A woman who is probably asleep on the couch with her phone by her head because she’s worried about us. Home Morris…not an empty apartment.” Well, shit when he puts it like that…yeah, I think I’ll follow him home.
****
Mellie
I must be in that place between awake and sleep. I hear the front door open and start to relax knowing that Marc made it home safely. I understand that what he does is important, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t worry. And now instead of just him, I worry about Morris too. But they love what they do, and I am so proud of them. I just don’t want anything to ever happen to any of them. It’s then that I realize that I hear two sets of footsteps instead of just one. I think I hear Marc say, “See, I told you,” and Morris reply, “Yeah man you did.” But I’m not sure if I’m totally awake.
I feel strong arms lift me off the couch and cradle me like I’m a newborn baby. But I know these arms and that smell so I just snuggle into Morris’ neck as he carries me to my bedroom. He deposits me softly onto my mattress and I finally decided to open my eyes and what I see makes my heart hurt. Morris looks so tired and beaten down. I watched the news for a bit and saw what that horrible man ended up doing to his whole family. I feel so bad that Morris had to be there and deal with something like that.
“Hey sweetie, are you okay?” I ask him groggily since I’m not fully awake yet.
“Yeah baby, I’m doing a lot better now.” He says as he bends down and briefly kisses my lips.
I watch him as he loses his shirt and tosses it onto the floor. He really does have a magnificent chest and a great set abs that I’m pretty sure could be considered an eight-pack. He sits on the edge of my bed and removes his boots and socks before standing and taking off his jeans. Hmmm, I was really tired but watching him strip down to nothing, but his boxers are giving my body some much-needed energy. That is until I look at his face again and see how truly exhausted he looks. So, telling my girly bits to calm down, I lift the comforter that I’m snuggled under for him to join me. He doesn’t hesitate one second before climbing in, pulling the comforter all the way up and rolling me over so that my back is to his chest. All nice and warm in my hot guy cocoon I can feel my eyes starting to get heavy again. I can feel his face in my hair and would almost swear that he sniffs me, but I might be dreaming already.
I whisper out, “Goodnight Mor.” And hear him reply just as softly “Night honey, sweet dreams.” I think I mumble, “Mkay,” but the next second I’m out like a light.
I wake up feeling very warm which is unusual for me since I’m always cold no matter what. As my brain is coming back online I try to figure out why I feel so warm until a very large callused hand tightens its grip on my hip. I then feel the very solid figure attached to that hand, as well as something else that’s very large and solid nestled at the crack of my ass. A girl can get used to waking up to this every morning. I wiggle my ass around bit…ya know just to stretch a little…definitely not trying to get a better gage at how well-endowed someone might be. Of course not.
That’s been one of the most frustrating things with Morris. The man has absolutely no problem giving me multiple orgasms but has not let me reciprocate at all. In fact, it seems like he goes out of his damn way to make sure that I don’t end up anywhere near his dick! I know I know…poor me…hot guy gives me tons of orgasms. But dammit sometimes a girl just wants some D! Well that all stops right the hell now! We will be having sex even if I have to tie him to the damn bed. Hmmm, maybe I’ll save that thought for a little later. I wouldn’t mind being able to play with him however I want. Yummy.
“What are you thinking about over there,” Morris says right in my ear causing me to jump. I look over my shoulder at him and blush like he could read all of the dirty thoughts that were going through them.
“Never mind your red cheeks tell me everything I need to know.” He chuckles darkly into my ear causing me to shiver. He starts kissing his way down my neck as his hand moves its way under my shirt and to my breast.
I push my chest out towards him as he kneads my breast before pinching my nipple. I moan loudly before my brain starts to work and I realize that my brother is right down the hall. Seriously I need to get his ass to move out…like now! Morris must have sensed my apprehension when he says.
“Don’t worry about him, honey. He knocked on the door thirty minutes ago and said that he was going to the gym. He also emphasized that he would be there for a few hours. We have the whole place to ourselves. You can moan and scream as loudly as you want, baby.”
Holy hell! I just went from warm to an inferno! I don’t know what happened to me but the next thing that I knew I just pounce! Maybe it was from wanting him for so long, but I let my inner whore take the wheel. I roll us so that I’m straddling him and attacked his lips like they were the last bit of ice cream at the bottom of the container. He looks surprised for two seconds before his hands are in my hair pulling me even closer to him. He moves his hands to my waist and lifted them, taking my shirt with it. He pulls my shirt over my head and flings it in the vicinity of my hamper. His hands immediately go to my breasts, squeezing and caressing, before pinching both of my nipples.
I lean back to give him better access while digging my fingers into his biceps to hold me steady.
“Please. Harder,” I moan. The next I know I’m landing flat on my back and Morris is in between my legs. Damn, that’s hot. Morris is kissing me like a starved man…not that I’m complaining. I wrap my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck to try to bring him as close to me a physically possible. I can feel how hard he is with just his boxers and my panties between us. I know damn well that I’ve already soaked through my panties and am probably leaving a wet spot on his boxers, but I couldn’t care less.
I rub myself against his erection trying to get some friction. At that, he pulls back, lifts my hands above my head and holds both of my wrists in one of his hands.
“Not so fast honey. I have you all to myself and I plan on enjoying every second of it.”
“Fast now…enjoy later,” I whine at him. He just smirks at me while shaking his head no. Jerk!
“No baby. I plan on savoring every inch of you and will only stop when you're begging me for mercy.” He says as he starts to oh so slowly lick his way down my neck and to my chest.
He stops at my right breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth biting just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue. He shows the same attention to my left breast while all I can do is squirm and try to get my hands free. My attempt is useless as he just tightens his hold on my wrists and continues his tortuous ministrations on my breasts. If he doesn’t hurry up I might spontaneously combust and wouldn’t that be freaking embarrassing.
“Please, Morris…I need…I need.” I cry out begging for what I’m not even sure at this point. All I know is that I need to come, and I need him to make it happen.
“What do you need baby?” He asks while lifting his head just enough to look me in the eyes.
“More. I need you, Morris, …now!” I half pant, half yell at him. His eyes flare at my words.
“Don’t worry I’ll give you everything that you need.”
He lets go of my arms and skims them down my body to my panties. I am so glad that I put on my cute black and hot pink boy shorts after my shower last night! Morris pulls them down my legs until they are off completely and throws them over his shoulder. His eyes are smoldering as they roam my body. Normally I’m a little self-conscious when I’m totally naked. My stomach and thighs are a little thicker than I would like thanks to my teeny tiny love of chocolate.
But with the way that he is looking at me right now, I don’t have one ounce of care. He is staring at me like I am the sexiest thing that he’s ever seen. Totally good for a girl’s ego. Hmmm maybe I could snap a picture of him looking at me like this for the days I feel fat. He pushes my knees apart far enough to accommodate his wide shoulders and bends down so that his mouth is finally at my folds. He parts my lips with his thumbs and blows lightly over my clit. I’m so hot and wet for him already that just that sensation sends my hips off the bed.
Morris pushes my hips back down while running his callused hands up and down my thighs. He bends forward again, and I can feel his stubble rubbing deliciously against my inner thighs getting closer and closer to where I need him the most. After what feels like a lifetime he finally put his mouth on me. Licking, biting, sucking like a man on a mission. I feel absolutely consumed by him. I can feel my wetness dripping down my leg and couldn’t care less. He puts one then two thick fingers in me and I detonate like a firework on the fourth of July.
“Oh my God, Morris! I’m coming!” I gasp out while I throw my head back against the pillow.
He continues to gently suck my clit prolonging my orgasm. By the time I’m able to function again I feel like a boneless heap. I don’t think that I could handle anything more until he lifts his head and I see his face glistening with my juices. For some reason, he looks like the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen and all of a sudden, my body comes back to life ready for more.
Morris licks and kisses his way up my limp body until his erection is lined up perfectly at my entrance. With his arms on each side of my head and him looming over me I feel totally surrounded in the best possible way. He leans down and kisses me, pushing his tongue past my lips. No one has ever kissed me after they had gone down on me. I always figured that I would be grossed out by that, but with my taste mixed with Morris, I was getting more turned on by the minute. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to pull him into me, right where I need him the most. He gets the hint and starts to enter me but suddenly stops.
“Fuck! I almost forgot a condom. Hold on a sec and let me grab my wallet.” He starts to move away from me when I tighten my legs holding him in place.
“I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. And never without a condom. You can still get a condom, but I just wanted you to know that it’s okay if you don’t.” Usually, I’m a stickler for a condom but for some reason, that thought of having anything between us is horrible to me.
“I’m clean too honey, I got tested three months ago and it has been even longer since I was last with someone. I always use a condom but the thought of being in you bare is making my dick harder than it’s ever been. Are you sure?” he replies.
“Yes, I’m very sure.” And I am too. There is absolutely no hesitation in my answer. Apparently saying that was like waving a red flag in front of a bull because all of a sudden, he slams into me, knocking me further up the bed. If it wasn’t for his hands holding onto my shoulders I would’ve hit the headboard.
“Jesus you're tight.” He groans into my ear.
“Well, that kind of happens when you’re not overly promiscuous babe.” I may have said it a little too snarky for his liking since he’s looking at me with a raised eyebrow. But screw it! If he doesn’t move soon I might die from lack of orgasm.
“Wasn’t complaining baby. Your pussy feels like pure heaven. Like I’ve finally come home, and I never want to leave again.” He says right before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. Yes! He’s pounding into me like a man possessed. Not that I care, even though I know that I’m going to sore as hell tomorrow. His rhythm is so brutal that all I can do is hold on an enjoy the ride.
“Please, Morris. Harder…. please harder.” I pant out while holding onto his biceps. I can feel my fingernails digging into his skin and I’m sure that he is going to have the imprints of them. He doesn’t seem too bothered though.
“If I fuck you any harder you’re going to end up with a concussion from hitting the headboard baby.” His voice is rough and gravelly and sweat is dripping down from his temples and onto my chest.
“Fuck I can’t hold on much longer.” He says that as he lowers one hand to my clit while keeping the other on my shoulder to keep me from moving too much. He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb while using just enough pressure and I come and come hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Morris Fuck!” Is all I seem to be capable of saying. I close my eyes as my back bows backward and enjoy the feeling of floating. I’m dimly aware of him groaning out my name before I feel his whole body go rigid.
When I finally came back to reality I realize that Morris has rolled us so that I was laying on his chest. He was still inside of me and didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. Not that I care, he could stay in me for as long as he wants. I look up into his hypnotic green eyes to find him staring intently at me. Of course, instead of saying anything profound I go with.
“I think you killed my vagina.” Yup, that’s what you should say after mind-blowing sex Mel…good job dumbass. He looks at me and snorts.
“I don’t doubt that honey. But I think it’s your pussy that broke my dick tightening up so much that it was like you were trying to choke the life out of him.”
I snort, give him a quick peck on the lips and roll over to get out of bed causing his dick to leave me making me whimper at bit at the less. I stand up and can feel all of his cum dripping down my legs. Ewww gross! I’ve never really thought about how messy sex without a condom could be. I put my hand under me to try to catch whatever I can so that I don’t drip all over my floor and duck walk to my bathroom. I can hear Morris laughing at me but what does he expect. For me to just leave a trail all the way to the bathroom? I think not buddy!
“Hey babe, hurry up and we’ll go grab some breakfast at that diner you like.” I can hear his muffled words through the door.
“Okay give me like ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go,” I reply as I finish washing my hands and brushing my teeth. I can’t believe that I totally forgot about my morning breath. I swear my mind goes into a complete fog every time he touches me. Just then the door opens and Morris walks in dressed in his jeans and boots but sans shirt. I really could look at his chest all day long. And I wouldn’t mind spending some time tracing his tattoos with my tongue. I wonder if he would just me eat him for breakfast?
“Babe,” He says with humor lacing his voice. Oops spaced out again…bad, bad naughty thoughts.
“Hmmm?” I say while not bothering to look up from where I’m still perusing his naked chest.
“I have eyes you know.”
“Huh?” I’m really going to win an award for most savvy things said.
“Ya know it’s only polite to look at someone when they are speaking to you.” He says holding in his laughter.
“I am looking at you and I’m enjoying myself I’ll have you know,” I say snottily.
“Yeah and if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to spend the rest of the morning fucking you.” Hmmm, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. As if on cue my damn stomach growls and thwarts what could’ve been. “Babe we need to eat. As much as I would love to spend the rest of the day inside of you, your stomach sounds like it will eat you if you don’t feed it soon.” He says fully laughing at me as I blush once again.
“Fine,” I mutter grumpily and start to walk into my bedroom when I feel a slap to my ass. I whip around and glare at Morris. “I cannot believe you just did that!”
“Believe it babe. You have an ass made for smacking.” He says with a smirk before closing the door in my face to do his business. Asshole!