by Kaylee, Katy
I turned her, pressing her between me and table. I ground my dick into her belly, hoping beyond all hope she’d let me have her again. Thank goodness we’d put up paper over the windows during the rebuild. Otherwise, anyone walking by would see me ravishing this woman.
“I want you,” I said, not hiding the desperation in my voice as I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth. “Give me another chance, Morgan. I can fuck you right, I promise.”
She gasped, and her hands gripped my shoulders. “Was it wrong last time?”
“When I was inside you, it was fucking perfect. I want to be there again.”
“I want you there again.”
Hallelujah. I unzipped her dress and pulled it down her shoulders. In moments, it was bunched around her waist and her bra was tossed on the table.
“I love your tits.” I buried my head in the soft, plumpness of them. Then I bit and sucked her hard nipples. Her hands gripped my head, holding me there as feasted on her, making her hips rock against my aching dick.
I slid my hands up her thighs, pulling the skirt of her dress until it was bunched in the middle as well.
“I can smell your sweetness,” I said, sliding my finger over her soaking wet panties. I growled at how wet she was, and tugged her panties down.
Her fingers worked my belt and button, and I shoved my pants and boxer briefs down in one movement. My dick sprang free.
“Come here, baby.” I lifted her on the table and pushed her thighs open. “I want you so bad, but we’ll do this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t know that it matters now,” she said, looking a little vulnerable.
“Just in case it does.” A wave of tenderness swept through me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her softly as I pressed my dick against her cleft.
She sighed. “I want you.”
I took my cock in hand and pressed the head to her entrance. I pushed in until it was just inside her.
Her head dropped back.
“Are you okay?”
“I want more, Kade.”
I rocked in short slow motions, moving a little more inside her with each forward thrust.
“More, more, more,” she said each time.
I was going fucking nuts trying to take my time, but I swore it would be perfect for her this time. No pain. Only pleasure.
Finally, I was deep inside. Her pussy contracted and massaged my dick and it was the most delicious feeling I’d ever felt.
“Yes, it’s so good,” she said.
“You like my dick in your pussy?”
“Yes.” She gripped my shoulders and rocked her hips. “Do you like your dick in my pussy?”
I growled. “My dick fucking loves your pussy, Morgan.” I moved in and out, the friction so spectacular I was delirious with pleasure.
“Make me come, Kade. Make me come with your cock.”
“I love your dirty mouth, Morgan.” I kissed her hard, and then gripped her hips and went to town. I was plunging and grunting and fucking and it was so perfect.
“Oh god!” she cried out, and her fingers dug into my arms. Her hips bucked up and her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock so hard, for a moment, all I saw was black.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I pistoned my hips like a maniac as I chased my orgasm up and up until finally I exploded. “Fuuuuucccckkkk.”
Even after that first blast, my hips continued to rock, drawing out our pleasure until I collapsed on her.
“Morgan?”
“Hmmm?”
“Is the top of my head still there.”
Her fingers ran through my hair as she let out a soft laugh. “Yes.
“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
“Funny, neither can I.”
I lifted my head. “I so needed this. Do you know how fucking distracting you are?”
Her smile was so beautiful, my heart stumbled in my chest. “You make me feel special.”
“You are.” I realized that my being her first sexual experience could mean that no man had ever told her how beautiful and amazing she was. That was a fucking crime. At the same time, I didn’t want her to think that my only interest in her was sexual. I inwardly kicked myself as I realized she could probably think that. After all, I hadn’t contacted her after Ash and Beth’s wedding. She probably thought I got what I wanted and was done. I was a fucking asshole.
I straightened and helped her back up. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. Not that I didn’t want it to, but…” Fuck, why couldn’t I find the right words?
“I didn’t mind.”
I smiled at her. “I love how you’re game for anything.”
“Life is to be lived.” She put her bra back on and slipped her arms into her dress sleeves.
“I just want you to know that I’m not a horndog.”
She quirked a brow.
“Not now. Not with you,” I clarified.
She smiled, but I had a sense that she wasn’t sure what to make of my statement. Feeling like I was doing a shitty job explaining myself, I decided to move on to a new topic.
“Now that we’ve christened this place, how about we figure out the design?”
“That’s what I’m here for, but that welcome was nice. Freed up my creative juices.”
I grinned. “You haven’t seen creative yet.”
There was a quick flash of heat in her eyes that had me feeling good about the odds of us getting naked again in the future. In the meantime, we had work to do.
We worked through the design materials. She was agreeable to the plans, but I wasn’t sure she actually liked the ideas I had. But I didn’t push her to share her thoughts, as I was here as the expert. I knew how open a successful restaurant, and while food was a part of that equation, atmosphere was involved as well.
We toured the kitchen, where I’d arranged for all new appliances and work areas to be installed. They’d finished going in yesterday, so they were gleaming new. Her face was bright like sunshine as she took in the space. I had an urge to fuck her there too, but managed to keep my dick in my pants. It was clear, though, that working with her would be a distraction.
“We should hire a manager as soon as possible,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he’ll get more done than we will.” Deciding what the hell, I took her in my arms again. “We could be working now, but I think I’ll kiss you instead.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Is this how you start all your restaurants?”
“No.” I swooped in capturing her sweet taste again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. “I want you again,” I said pressing my fully erect cock against her.
“Twice in one day?”
“We can go for three or four if you want.” I lifted her dress up, and tugged her panties down. Then I put her on the counter and pushed her thighs open.
“It’s cold,” she said of the cool metal of workspace on her ass.
“Let me heat you up, baby.” I bent my knees, to look at and admire her pussy. It glistened with her wetness. The scent of her arousal was like hard liquor, making me drunk. Like a man dying of thirst, I dove in and drank her up. Her sweet juices coated my lips and tongue.
No, I couldn’t get enough of this. I didn’t want to get enough of her. I liked this craving, and I liked satisfying it.
14
Morgan — Tuesday
I was in heaven. Kade was touching me again like he couldn’t get enough of me. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that this was love, but I also didn’t believe I was a simple convenient hookup.
His tongue swirled around my entrance and then trailed up to my clit, causing me to cry out and nearly fall off the work space. I’d never be able to look at this kitchen again and not remember this.
“Mmm, you taste so good.” He used his fingers to open my pussy lips and then fused his mouth to me, shooting me straight to the stars. I gripped his head, holding him me to me as my hips gyrated and rocked, fucking his mouth as
his mouth fucked me.
“Oh god…I’m coming…” I was teetering on the edge, wanting to ride out the anticipation as long as possible, but then he inserted a finger into me and hit a spot that had me screaming out his name, pleasure exploding in my body. I felt like I was orgasming forever. When I finally came down, I wasn’t sure how I was upright. I felt like my bones had liquified.
He was pushing his pants and boxer briefs down when I could finally focus. His cock sprang free, long, thick and glorious.
“I want to suck it,” I said.
“Ah, fuck… you sure?”
I nodded. “Show me how. I want to taste you.”
He growled. “Switch with me.” He sat on the counter as I jumped down.
I couldn’t wait for his instructions. I took him in my hand, loving the softness of the skin, pulled tight over hard steel.
“Fuck… tighter.” He put his hand over mine and squeezed. I gripped him tighter and stroked once then twice, watching as a pearl of wetness formed on his tip. I lapped it up with my tongue. It was salty, but not unpleasant.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” he said, as he laced his fingers through my hair and held me to him.
I wrapped my lips around him, and sucked him into my mouth. Each stroke I took him in deeper. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he was panting and saying dirty words, so I must have been doing okay.
I cupped him, massaging his balls.
He let out a feral groan. “I’m going to come, Morgan… are you going to take it?”
I released him from my mouth, jacking him with my hand as I caught my breath. “Yes, I want to taste you.”
“Now, now…” He let out another one of the groans that made my blood run hot.
I quickly put my mouth over his cock, and sucked him deep.
“Yes, yes… fuck yes.” He bowed back, his hips rising up, and hot liquid filled my mouth, thick and salty. I tried to take it all, but eventually, I had to release him, his cum dripping on my chin.
He took my arms and hauled me up. “You have a fucking amazing mouth.” Then he kissed me. I wondered how it was for him to taste himself in my mouth.
“See,” he said when he caught his breath. “You distract me.”
I smiled, but I wondered what all this meant. While I didn’t think I was meaningless hook up, that didn’t mean we were an item. Was this just a ‘friends with benefits’ thing? A workplace fling? Apparently I wasn’t ready for the answer, as I didn’t ask.
We cleaned ourselves up again, and then cleaned the kitchen workspace.
He walked me out to the street. “Do you need a ride?”
I shook my head. I’d take the subway. It would give me time to process what had just happened.
“Are you sore at all?”
“I was the first time, but not now.”
His smile was wicked. “Someday we’ll need to figure out our record.”
“Record?”
“Number of orgasms we can give each other in a night.”
My pussy flared to life again. My heart did a little turn knowing that at least he was thinking this would happen again.
“What’s the record?” I asked.
“So far…lets see…I’ve had two and you’ve had…”
“Two.”
He frowned. “Not nearly enough.”
I laughed.
“You know what else we should do together sometime?”
I couldn’t imagine. “What?”
“Cook. Food, that is. We’ve got that other cooking down.” He waggled his brows suggestively.
“I’d like that.”
On the subway home I felt happy, but cautiously so. I knew I could easily fall for him, so I’d have to remind myself that sex wasn’t love. This was just two consenting adults enjoying each other. The added benefit for me was that I was getting experience, and discovering what made my body hum with pleasure, and what made men go wild. Whatever happened with Kade and me, at least I’d walk away with that.
I was practically humming when I walked into the apartment.
“Mom?” I called out to let her know I was home. She didn’t respond. I looked at my watch, checking the time. Perhaps she wasn’t back from her last client yet. I frowned when I realized it was past time. “Mom,” I called out again as I headed to the kitchen.
I flipped on the light and gasped. “Mom!” I rushed to her limp body on the floor. “Mom!” I turned her over and felt for a pulse. I grabbed my purse and pulled out my phone to call 911.
“Morgan?” My mother’s voice was weak, and her eyes remained closed.
“I’m here, mom. I’m getting you help.”
“Bed. Rest.”
“No, we’re going to the hospital.” I wondered if she’d been skimping on her pills as a way to save money. I’d caught her doing that once before, and scolded her severely. If she was doing it again, I’d swallow my pride and ask for Beth’s help financially. My mother would hate it, but she shouldn’t have to suffer and possibly die because we were poor.
Within minutes, help was there carrying her out to an ambulance. They let me ride with her to the hospital. On route, I explained to the EMTs about her lupus and the medication she was on. I’d left them at home, but I’d written them down in my phone.
When we arrived at the hospital, she was wheeled away while I was left to fill out paperwork and wait. It gave me a lot of time to think. I came to two conclusions: one, perhaps it was time to see about her going on medical disability; and two, I had to make this restaurant work so I could have the money to care for her. While the restaurant Kade was creating wasn’t my vision, he’d said it would cater to the upscale, which meant money. If anyone knew how to make a bundle in an upscale restaurant, it was him. I’d follow his lead, learn all I could, and then work until I was a success.
Hours later, a doctor came out to see me. “Ms. Andrews?”
“Yes,” I jumped up from my chair. “Is my mother alright?”
“She had a seizure, and we’re going to have to admit her.”
“A seizure? What would cause that?”
“There are a small percentage of lupus sufferers that have seizures. Were you aware that she was having a flare up?”
Guilt consumed me until my knees gave out and I sank onto the chair. “No. She tries to hide it from me, but I should have known. She’s been tired.”
“Does she take all her prescribed medication?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know. She skimped in the past, but I thought I’d talked her out of it. I was trusting her to take them.”
The doctor sat next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “She’s your mother. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t think to parent your parent.”
“She worries about the cost of things.” I wondered if I should have said that. Would the doctor change her treatment if she didn’t think I could pay?
“That’s normal. Many parents don’t want to be a burden either. But, her condition is severe. We’ll monitor her tonight and run some tests tomorrow. It’s possible she’ll need a more aggressive treatment.”
I translated that to mean more money. “I understand. Whatever she needs.”
“Would you like to see her?”
“Yes, please.” We stood, and she led me back through locked doors to a triage area.
“She’ll be moved to a room shortly,” the doctor said as she pulled the curtain back.
My mom lay in the bed, her eyes closed. She looked so old, even though she wasn’t even fifty yet.
I took her hand. “Mom.”
Her eyes fluttered open, before they watered and filled with guilt. “I’m sorry, baby.”
I kissed her hand. “Don’t be sorry, mom. You’re going to be all right,” I said, trying to keep from crying. “We’re going to get you right as rain, and then you’ll come home.”
“My clients.”
“Don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of them.” I didn’t know how, except to not sleep while I clean
ed and simultaneously tried to start a restaurant.
“I’m such a burden.” She started to weep. I knew fear and fatigue were a part of her despair.
“No, you’re not. You’re my rock, mom.” I kissed her head, and vowed I’d do whatever it took to make her life easier.
15
Kade — Friday
I arrived at the restaurant in the early afternoon. The designers had done a great job pulling the restaurant together. The walls and décor were done, the tables and chairs were in, and the bar had been refurbished. An advantage to buying an existing restaurant was how quickly it could be turned around and reopened, especially when funds were plentiful. Granted, this was considered a loan, so we worked to be as frugal with the funds as possible without sacrificing quality.
The only challenge was Morgan. First was the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Second was how distracted and distant she seemed. After our encounter a few days ago, I thought we were on a track to keep seeing each other, but since then, I had hardly seen her at all. And when I did, she insisted we meet only in the late afternoon, then she’d rush off once we’d discussed business.
I checked my watch, noting that it was three o’clock, the time she’d given me for our meeting today. But she wasn’t here yet. Did she even want this place? Annoyance flared. I was willing to take this place over, but Beth and Ash had done a lot to get this set up for her; the least she could do was take as much interest in it as we did.
The door opened and she came rushing in. She looked a bit harried as she made a B-line toward me. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair, pulled back in a ponytail, looked a bit wind blown and messy. It was sexy, but clearly not the look she’d been going for.
She blew out a breath. “I’m here. What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Are you okay?” I asked, motioning for her to sit in a booth in the back.
“Yes. Just really busy.”
“Too busy to help in the opening of your own restaurant?” My voice was a bit terser than I’d have liked.