by Sienna Skye
He worked into me slowly, watching my face to judge my reaction. But, I was already so aroused and slick from his fingers that he was able to slide slowly until he was deep inside me. “Fuck. This feels so good. You are so damn wet for me.” He found his rhythm, slow and deep thrusts. He kissed my face, my neck, my ears. He whispered erotic dirty words that heated me to my core.
My hands caressed his back and slid down until I grabbed his ass. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tighter to me. He growled in response. I felt pleasure build when he sucked on my breast and it pushed me over the edge. My orgasm came in waves, each one stronger than the next. I cried his name, dug my nails into his back, my hips arching to meet his thrusts. Moans of pleasure ripped from my throat and I felt him take me harder, his movements much faster and more erratic. I heard him groan. “God Jules, you’re going to make me come so hard.” And then the unmistakable sensation of him coming inside me in hot bursts.
He placed gentle kisses to my face before rolling off of me and pulling me into his arms. My head rested on his chest, his hand lazily stroking up and down my back. Then a thought crossed my mind. Something I hadn’t had time to consider in the moments of passion. But, I really needed to know.
“Morgan…”
“Mmmm?”
“What was… what did…I mean…was this just a caught up in the moment type of thing?”
Chapter Fourteen
Morgan
I was enjoying an amazing post sex euphoric haze and musing over the fact that I had just had the most intense sexual experience of my life. I knew for damn sure that it wasn’t only because I had sex without a condom for the first time, though skin to skin had been incredible. No, the reason was the woman who was resting peacefully in my arms. Resting peacefully that was until she questioned what was between us.
I couldn’t blame her for not being sure. I basically sprung the news on her that I had been lusting after her for a long time, imagining what it would be like to be deep inside her. Fucking phenomenal is what it turned out to be like. I seduced her without any preamble about what I was feeling. Why the hell wouldn’t she be wary? And I could tell she was, though she tried to play it off.
When she had stepped out of her hotel room before the gala, I nearly lost my mind. The desire to grab her and drag her back into that room and make her mine was overwhelming. I couldn’t even speak. The realization that I needed to let her know how I felt hit me hard. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I didn’t miss the looks of appreciation and desire when she stepped into that ballroom. Jules may have thought they were looking at me and Hunter, but I knew better. The women wanted to be her, the men wanted to be with her. That last fact did not sit well with me. I watched as she worked the room with poise and charm. She was oblivious to the way people were drawn to her. The need to stake claim to her, to let every other man in the room know she was off limits was difficult to overcome. But, she wasn’t exactly mine. Not yet anyway. I maintained control over my jealousy, until that son of a bitch put his hands on her. She tried to appear unaffected, but I knew her better than anyone else and I could see the subtle changes in her body language.
My first instinct was to grab him by the throat. My anger was fueled by the lack of concern by my father and her mother. For a moment, he wouldn’t back down and I was pretty sure I was going to have to kick his ass. My father would have lost his shit, but too damn bad. She was mine to protect and it was as simple as that. If I hadn’t already decided earlier in the evening to let her know how I felt, that incident would have done it.
It was a risk. I knew that. If she turned me away, it could damage one of the best relationships I had in my life. Relief was sweet when she said she wanted me too. And damn, the woman was a huge boost to my ego. The way she looked at me, like she couldn’t wait to have me. And man, I loved watching her come. She was so sensual. So open and responsive. Well, except for that one moment when she was embarrassed when I worked her with my fingers. I had to make sure she was comfortable with her body’s reaction to me, because I for damn sure wanted to watch her experience that again.
I looked at those big blue eyes. A moment ago they had been full of passion, but were now looking up at me full of question. I reached out and caressed her cheek.
“Jules, sweetheart. This was certainly not a one night thing for me. I want you all to myself. I want us to be a couple. You know, do couple things, like in a relationship and all. This is not just a sex thing.”
A huge smile spread across her face. “I want us to be together, too. I just don’t know how we are going to pull this off.”
She had a point. I had thought about it myself. There was no way our parents would go for it. And we couldn’t very well just say to hell with them. I still had to finish my senior year of college. Jules was only going into her sophomore year.
“We will figure it out. I will do whatever I have to for this to work. I am not letting something this good go. That’s not an option. Maybe we stay low key for a bit. It’s not like we don’t go out together all the time anyway. Nothing will seem different to anybody else. We will just have to try to be like we always were. It will suck not being able to touch you, hold your hand, put my arm around you, but I will be sure to make it up to you when we are alone.” I waggled my eyebrows at her.
“Well, yeah that will suck. I think I am kind of addicted to you now.” She laughed, but then turned serious. “What about Hunter? I would feel bad if we hid this from him.”
“I don’t think we can tell him, Jules. It’s going to suck lying to him, but, it’s unfair to put him in that position. Then again, he knows us both so well, he may just figure it out. But, I don’t want to think about all of that now. Tonight is about us. We can worry about the rest tomorrow. First things first. You said you were hungry and I neglected to feed you. Let’s order some room service.”
We looked at the menu and I placed the call to room service. Then I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and helped her clean up. She looked embarrassed for a moment, but I raised my eyebrow to her in challenge and she smiled and relaxed.
When the food arrived, I closed the door to the bedroom so that she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her. I gave her one of my T shirts to wear. I really liked seeing her in my shirt. I liked it a lot. I never would have thought such a simple thing would give me so much satisfaction.
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I awoke the next morning in a tangle of arms and legs. Jules had her head propped on my shoulder, her face turned into my neck. I could feel her easy soft breaths on my skin. She was sound asleep. Understandably so. I made love to her three times during the night. Once I finally had her, I couldn’t get enough of her.
On some level, I wondered how we were going to exactly pull this off, so I guess I wanted to make sure I had my fill. Except I didn’t get my fill and I was lying there with a hard on. She was probably really sore, and I had no business wanting her again, but my cock had its own agenda. I glanced over at the clock. I was going to need to get her up. We were meeting Hunter for breakfast and I didn’t want to give him any reason to come looking for us. I kissed her forehead and her eyes slowly opened. The smile she gave me melted me to my core.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” She tilted her head and kissed me.
“That’s a nice way to wake up. I could get very used to this.”
“Mmmm, me too. I like waking up with you. I like snuggling with you more.”
I caressed her ass. “As much as I would love nothing more than to stay here in this bed with you all day, we do have to meet Hunter soon.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
I chuckled. “Me either. Trust me. But, if we are not downstairs, Hunter will come looking for us.”
She let out a groan. “Okay. Okay.”
“Shower or bath? Whichever you choose, we are going in together.”
“There probably isn�
��t time for a bath, though we need to put that on our sexual bucket list, so I guess the shower it is.”
“Do we have a sexual bucket list?”
“I started one last night. Unless you haven’t thought about things you’d like to try with me?”
“Oh, I have a list, baby. Trust me, I have a list.”
I watched as she tilted her nose to her chest and her arm and inhaled.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Your scent is on me. I like that. I wanted to enjoy it again before I have to shower it off.”
First my shirt and now this. The woman was turning me into some kind of chest thumping Tarzan.
I adjusted the shower water and then pulled her in with me. My plan was to wash her, pamper her, show her how much she meant to me. I swear I had no intention of taking her again no matter what my cock had in mind. Jules noticed how hard I was. I mean it was kind of impossible not to. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and smiled mischievously, and then she suddenly dropped to her knees. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. Seeing her on her knees getting ready to suck me off turned my dick to granite.
When she first got a look at me, she looked nervous. She certainly seemed to have gotten over that. She grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and started to pump as she licked playfully around the head. She dragged her tongue along the underside before sucking deep and taking it all the way to the back of her throat.
“Sweet mother of God!” I braced myself with my hands on the shower wall, my eyes closed, head dropped forward. When I was finally able to open my eyes and look down, I saw her eyes looking right up at me. It was the most erotic fucking thing ever. Her lips wrapped around my cock, eyes hazy with passion, the water cascading over her.
I reached out and gently moved wet tendrils of hair off her face. One of her hands reached up to massage my balls while the other worked my shaft while she continued to suck. I felt my balls tighten and I pumped my hips, pushing myself right to the back of her throat. I thought about coming in her mouth and fuck knows I wanted to watch her swallow it. But, my desire to come inside her pussy again was overwhelming. I was incapable of forming words and could only manage to growl. Primal and possessive. I reached out for her face and pulled her mouth off of me. A brief expression of confusion crossed her eyes before I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pushing her back up against the shower wall.
“Hold on to me, baby.” I reached down and slid my cock along her slit, judging her readiness for me. She must have really enjoyed giving me that blow job, because she was soaking wet. I slid into her hard and then paused for a second before plunging into her over and over again. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard. When she leaned her head back and moaned…God she sounded so damn sexy when she moaned… I kissed her neck. That she liked, a lot. I had already learned her hot spots and that was one of them. She went over the edge, her legs squeezing tightly around me.
“Fuck, Morgan! Harder!”
I slammed into her harder, a cry ripping from my throat with my own release. I placed sweet kisses over her face, her neck, her chest. Slowly, I lowered her shaking legs to the ground, holding on to her to make sure she was steady. I brought her into my arms and hugged her, my fingers twisting in her hair.
“You bring me to my knees, Jules, you really do. It’s never been like this with anyone else.”
I felt her smile against my chest.
“Here, let me wash your hair.” Slowly, reverently, I washed her hair. Then I worked the conditioner through. I loved the feel of her hair in my hands. I picked up the soap and began washing her body, watching the way her nipples puckered when I worked my hands over them. This time I dropped to my knees and I placed a few soft kisses on her pussy before I began to wash there too. “Are you very sore, sweetie?”
“A little. But, it’s a delicious kind of sore. I really like it. I have a deliciously erotic secret.”
After we showered, I wrapped her in a towel, took her hand, and walked her back out to the bedroom.
“Crap.”
“What?”
“This is totally going to be a walk of shame. All I have to wear is my dress from last night. The adjoining door opens from my side.”
“Give me your card key.” I slipped on my jeans while she went to get it. “I’ll be right back.”
I went next door to her room. Grabbed her a change of clothes, some toiletries, and her comb and went back to my room through the adjoining door.
“Walk of shame averted,” I said as I walked back in the room. I tossed her clothes on the bed and then walked over to her with her body lotion. I poured some into my hand and began rubbing over her arms and shoulders, down her legs. Then I sat on the bed and slid back, calling for her to sit between my legs. I worked the comb through her wet hair until all tangles were out.
“You are totally spoiling me. And I could so totally get used to that.”
“I plan to spoil you, so you better get used to it.” I glanced over at the clock and frowned. “As much as I hate saying these words, and I swear I won’t be making a habit of saying them, get dressed, beautiful. It’s almost time to go.” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll bring the bags down after breakfast. We have late check out, so we’re good.”
When we got to the dining room, Hunter and Jen were just being seated. This was a huge test to see how well we could pull this off. There was a strong possibility Hunter would figure out something was going on. We greeted them both and sat down at the other side of the table. The waitress had already poured us coffee and there was a carafe of orange juice on the table.
Hunter looked at us expectantly. “So, which one of you ended up on top last night?”
I heard Jules choke on her juice. “Sorry. Ummm…pulp.”
I patted her back as I looked quizzically at Hunter.
“Which one of you got the pick of the dessert platter? Who had the best piece of dirt from the party?”
“Ahhh. Well you know, it just wasn’t the same without you there, dude, so we decided to pass this time.”
“Besides, we both really wanted to get to bed.”
I marveled at how she managed to say that with a straight face. Hunter nodded in understanding of her need for sleep. Then he changed the subject and it looked like we were over our first hurdle.
“Hey, Kyle is having a party at his place this afternoon. Jen and I are going. You guys want to go?”
Jules answered first. “I don’t think so. I am really tired.’
“I thought you said you went right to bed last night.”
“Yes. Yes, I did, but I was restless. I was having trouble sleeping.”
“Was it because of that jackass who had his hands on you?”
“Well, yeah that was disturbing.”
“I bet, sweetheart. I hope you asked Morgan to stay with you.”
Okay, my turn. “Absolutely. She came to talk, and I stayed with her. Which is why I didn’t get much sleep either and I am going to pass on Kyle’s too.” Sounded reasonable, right?
“Good. I’m glad she wasn’t alone. That whole thing pissed me off. I’m glad you were there to put a stop to it.”
Realizing Jen wasn’t included in the conversation, Hunter switched topics. That worked for me. Conversation flowed easily. Across the table Hunter and Jen were being all lovey dovey. It punched me in the gut, because I was already missing the physical connection to Jules. I wanted her touch. I wanted to kiss her. Let everyone see she was mine. I had never wanted to stake claim to a woman like I did with Jules and I was going to have to keep our relationship a secret. It was going to be even harder than I had thought
I reached my hand under the table and traced small circles on her thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile, then she lowered her hand and placed it over mine, squeezing my fingers. I was hoping we would have the house to ourselves when we got home. I just wanted to be able to hold her, be with her.
Break
fast was a buffet with every kind of breakfast food imaginable. While we were filling our plates, I noticed an area with beverage condiments. There among the creamers and sugar were honey packets. I grabbed a few packets and shoved them in my pocket. I saw Jules quirk an eyebrow at me.
“Morgan, why on earth are you stealing honey packets?”
I leaned closer to her and whispered so only she could hear.
“Because I am going to squeeze the honey onto your clit and then lick it off.”
She flushed, and I saw her posture change ever so slightly. She was squeezing her legs together. Oh yeah, she definitely liked the idea. I could tell she was imaging what it would feel like.
She reached to put some French toast on her plate, never lifting her eyes off of her task as she spoke.
“Bucket list?”
“Bucket list.”
“Do you think anyone will be home this afternoon?”
“If they are, I will figure out something.”
When we arrived back home, we found out that the house was empty, and we were indeed alone. There was minimal staff on the weekend and the ones who did work usually put in shorter hours. The problem was, I wasn’t sure how long before our situation changed. I noticed a package had been delivered for my father. I shot off a quick text letting him know it had arrived and I put it on his desk. A few minutes later the response came through letting me know he got my message and he would check it out after they got home from the city. They were with friends having dinner and seeing a show. That meant they wouldn’t be home until much later at night and I could have some one on one time with Jules.
After unpacking, we headed down to the media room. We watched movies while cuddled up together. Home took on a new meaning for me in those moments. For the first time in my life, I felt completely and utterly content. Her soft curves pressed up against me, her scent that was uniquely hers, the feel of her hair as I mindlessly twirled a lock between my fingers. Yeah, I was a goner.
A question was rattling around in my mind. The problem with asking it was that she would probably answer it and I wasn’t sure I’d like what she would say. But, I had to know, so I went for it. I gently gave her hair a couple of tugs so she would look up at me.