Chapter 11
Morgan
Nate pins me to the wall and ravishes my mouth. There’s no other word for it. It’s intense and my body is on fire for him. His hands are everywhere, leaving me wanting because they don’t stay in one place for long.
How did we go from friendly banter to intense make-out session so fast? I guess it doesn’t matter. It appears I’m gonna take whatever he offers.
I hitch one leg around his hip and grind against him. Nate groans in my mouth and lifts my other leg. I lock them around his waist as he presses himself against me.
His hands are on my ass now, squeezing and rubbing my body up and down his. If he keeps doing it, I’ll surely come.
I love that his body is so big and strong, he can easily hold me up. Nate removes one hand from my backside and slides it under my shirt. He slowly moves it up to my breast and my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra.
Nate lifts my shirt and tugs my bra down. He breaks the kiss and lowers his mouth to my nipple. Holy fuck that’s intense.
I put my hands on his head and pull his hair. Our movements are frantic and hurried. I’ve never been handled like this. It’s like he’s as desperate as I am. I love it.
He kisses up my neck and puts his lips against my ear. “What do you want Morgan?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
Wow. How forward of him. Though, he did just have my nipple in his mouth, so I suppose we’ve stepped way beyond the friend-zone boundary.
I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life. I need Nate to relieve this ache inside me. God knows I’ve tried and it didn’t work. I tilt my hips into his, seeking. Wanting.
“Answer me, Morgan.”
Oh god. He’s going to make me say it.
“Yes. Yes, please,” I whisper against his neck.
“How?”
“Isn’t it your job to figure that out?” I snap.
Shit. I’m a bitch when I’m horny. But all work and no orgasm makes Morgan a cranky girl.
Nate laughs. “Fair enough.”
He walks over to the couch and lowers me to the ground, slowly. My legs feel weak when they hit the floor, but Nate doesn’t let go. He also doesn’t kiss me. He just looks at me. I want to look away, but I don’t.
Nate unbuttons my shorts and lowers the zipper. I stand there, in a daze, not quite believing this is really happening. He grabs the sides and pushes them down, over my hips. He lowers his body as he lowers the shorts and when they land on the floor, he’s at eye-level with my crotch.
“I wonder every day what you’ve got on under your clothes. I think maybe, from now on, you’re going to have to show me so I don’t go crazy obsessing about it.”
He leans forward and kisses the front of my panties. They’re bright pink lacy boy shorts that don’t quite cover my ass cheeks.
“You should wear more like these.”
“Okay,” I breath. I’ll wear anything Nate suggests, especially if he’s going to obsess over them.
Nate grabs my hips and gently pushes me back to sit on the couch. He runs his hands down my thighs to my knees and forces them apart. He crawls forward so he’s between my legs and our faces are on the same level.
He kisses me again. This time its softer, sweeter. A little less desperate. I could sit here and kiss him forever, it’s so perfect.
Nate pulls my shirt up and over my head. I’m sitting in front of him in nothing but my underwear while he’s fully clothed.
Surprisingly, I’m not shy about anything he’s doing. Knowing that he wants me as much as I want him puts me at ease. It’s some heady stuff, being the focus of Nate’s attention.
I help him out by undoing the clasp behind my back. I start to slide off the straps when his hands land on top of mine. He doesn’t stop me. Instead, he slows my movements and watches intently as each strap drops.
Nate grabs the front of my bra and drops it on the floor, but he’s still looking at my face. And I really like that. A lot.
“You’re so beautiful, Morgan,” he says softly, pressing his lips to the skin over my heart.
My pulse quickens with the feel of his hot breath on my skin. I can’t believe this Zeus of a man thinks I’m beautiful. Has he looked in the mirror lately?
Nate plants hot, open-mouthed kisses down the center of my chest. He licks and sucks on my abdomen, biting gently on the skin over my hip. I’m panting with anticipation. I know where he’s headed and I want him to get there. Now.
Nate’s hands are on my thighs, pushing them wide. He looks between my legs, then back up at me.
“Take them off, Morgan.”
Oh, my alpha male. Because I’m incapable of speech, I nod a couple of times, enthusiastically like he has the best idea I’ve ever heard. Hell, it might just be the best idea I’ve ever heard.
I grab the sides of my panties and lift my hips as I push them down. Nate watches me slide them lower and off, then he quickly spreads my thighs again.
He lowers his mouth and kisses the top of my pubic mound, which, thankfully is trimmed and shaved into a nice neat little strip. I was subconsciously ready for this, secretly hoping that we’d eventually hook-up.
Nate places kisses up and down the creases of my groin and I whimper. I close my eyes, waiting for the feel of his lips or tongue on my center. But it’s the heat from his respiration that I feel first and it makes my entire body quiver.
Finally, his tongue makes contact with my labia and I grunt. My hips move, trying to get more. Nate puts his hands on them to hold me in place. He licks again and makes a growling sound in the back of his throat.
He continues his slow assault. Minutes go by. He’s driving me mad, especially with the sounds he’s making, as if he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
The only other person who’s ever done this to me is Alex. And he always made quick work of it, trying to get me off so he could get it over with. He made me feel like I was putting him out. This is the complete opposite. I might not ever let Nate stop.
He licks and sucks at my clit and my insides clench.
“Oh!” I cry out.
I feel Nate smile against my pussy. “You might want to lower the volume, doll. The house is starting to fill up.” Then he goes right back to licking and sucking.
How the fuck can I be quiet when he’s making me feel so good?
“Please,” I beg. “Please, Nate.”
It’s been so long since someone else has made me come. So. Damn. Long. I have total faith that Nate’s going to bring my body back to life.
Nate
How can I refuse her when she begs so sweetly? I bring my fingers to her core and start rubbing up and down the length of her, getting her wet.
Then I gently insert one finger inside her and make slow, shallow thrusts. I pull her clit into my mouth again and suck on it. I do it again and again until I feel her walls tighten around my finger.
Her hands go to my hair and she pulls hard, forcing my face and scruff to press against her. I lick at her clit furiously. I don’t dare stop my finger or mouth as she bucks wildly. Damn, she’s stronger than she looks.
“Aw fuck!” she yells as comes.
I love that she’s yelling obscenities as I bring her to orgasm. I keep my mouth on her and slow my lapping as she slows her movements. Once she stills, I withdraw my finger and take inventory of Morgan.
I think she thoroughly enjoyed what I did to her. Her body is glowing from her exertion. If we had time, I’d lick her from head to toe. I can’t wait to do this again.
I rise just enough to pull her against me. I hug her tight, needing her as close as possible. I kiss her, reveling in how easily she softens in my arms. She kisses me back just as fervently.
Her hands move to my belt and my cock jerks in response. I may very well come just from her touch. In all my sexual history, which is extensive, I’ve never once been this excited.
The second she gets my belt unbuckled, there’s a loud knock on the door. Morgan jerks in surprise and tries to cover herself, which is hilarious because I am the only person who can see her.
“I’ll get rid of whoever that is.”
“Should I hide? Wait, let me get dressed.”
I pick up her underwear and stuff them in my pocket as I walk to the door. “Do not get dressed.”
“But—”
“I’m not opening this door unless this house is on fucking fire.”
“Ooh, what’s a fucking-fire?”
I shake my head. “Smartass.”
I put my mouth close to the door and raise my voice. “Yeah?”
“Nate? It’s Maya.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” Maya says through the door.
“Uh, now’s not a great time.”
I look over my shoulder at Morgan, who’s now covering her mouth. She thinks this is funny. I wink at her. It’s kind of funny.
“Oh. Okay. I’ll come back later.”
“No, I won’t be here later. Thanks for stopping by.”
Maya says something else but I don’t catch it because Morgan starts to cackle. I hop on the couch and pull her into my lap.
“Stop laughing.”
“I can’t. That was so bad. I almost feel sorry for her.”
“Would you like me to invite her in? Because I can.”
“No!”
“Okay then.” I give her a quick kiss and rub my hands up and down her arms. She’s covered in goose bumps.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
“Are you staying over?” I don’t really want to give her the option to say no, but I don’t know where her head’s at right now.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Would you like to?”
“Would you like me to?”
“Yes,” I affirm. I get the feeling she needs me to reassure her.
“Okay. I’ll stay.” She looks shy when she says it.
“Good.” I stand up, plop her in a chair and start to unfold the hide-a-bed.