by Ruby Steele
14
Leo
As I carry Morgan into my room, our bodies fused together, I try to shove away the questions in my head. Try not to think about why I want to make this moment more than just a quick, hot fuck.
I'm not just turned on by her hot little body. I'm aroused by everything about her. The whole evening has been a crazy back and forth between sweet and provocative moments. I don't know what I want more.
So I stop thinking. I shut off my brain and just feel.
Lowering Morgan to the bed, her legs still locked around me, I move my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks as I angle her face up to deepen our kiss. I stroke my tongue along her lips, sweep inside her mouth, and she responds with every bit as much need as I'm feeling.
My fingers trail to the back of her neck, then up into her hair, keeping her right where I want her. Her legs pull me closer, and her hands roam over my chest, stopping when they fall on the neck of my shirt.
Next thing I know, she's fumbling with the buttons, working her way down until my shirt falls open. Her fingers trace over my abs, then even lower, cupping my cock as it strains against my pants.
I suck in a sharp breath, the feel of her small hands touching me insanely intense, even through the fabric. Needing to see her, to feel more of her, I tug on the hem of her dress. She doesn't resist, lifting her hips so I can work it up higher, then releasing her hold on me and lifting her arms, a clear indication she's as ready as me for another barrier between us to be gone.
I pull it slowly over her head and toss it aside, and she beautifully, gloriously naked before me, her eyes wide, her expression both nervous and hungry.
Then her hand is back on my cock, and my head falls back for a moment as she rubs me up and down. I run my fingers along her inner thighs, pushing her legs further apart, then I simply observe her wet, pink pussy, already slick and ready for me. Dipping a finger inside, I trail her juices up to her clit and rub slowly. I'm in no hurry right now.
Our gazes still locked, my breath comes in ragged pants as she unfastens my pants, the anticipation of her soft hands on me almost unbearable. She pushes both my pants and boxer briefs down, finally breaking the intensity of our connection by dropping her eyes to my dick.
What I see makes me even harder. She swallows hard, her eyes going wider as she takes in just how long and thick I am, but then she does the fucking hottest thing. Morgan licks her lips as if the thing she's hungriest for right now is my cock. I've fantasized about this moment for a week, imagining how incredible it will feel to have those lips wrapped around me.
And I continue to tease her clit as she looks back up at me, a question on her face. I nod, not trusting myself to say anything, not moving at all other than the steady pace I'm keeping with my fingers.
Her soft hand wraps around my shaft, testing, experimenting. Somehow I can tell she's not done this before. Despite her actions tonight, playing the part of vixen to perfection, I just know. Which means that what I've started to suspect is true.
She's a virgin.
The awareness makes my cock twitch in her hand. She's ready and willing to do this, to let me be the first man allowed inside her, and the knowledge is almost humbling.
I grit my teeth as she begins running her fist up and down my cock, squeezing harder at the base, running her fingers over the tip as she makes her way back up. Somehow she instinctively does exactly what I like as she explores. I'm so fucking aroused I feel like I could come right now. Hell fucking no.
I gently pull her hand away, and I swear she looks disappointed.
She blinks, looking up at me with her lips pressed together. "Am I not doing it right?"
"No, sweetheart," I say, stroking her cheek with the knuckles of one hand while my other continues to tease her, a finger slipping into her wet heat. "You are doing it so fucking perfectly. So perfectly that you have to stop now. I have way more I still want to do with you."
"Like what?" she whispers.
"Like make you come harder than you ever have before." I feel her pussy clamp down on my finger, her body reacting to my words.
"Yes," she breathes. "Please."
I push another finger into her, and she's so goddamn tight that I can't even imagine how good it will feel to finally be all the way inside of her.
"Morgan?"
"Hmm?" Her eyes have closed, her head fallen back as she enjoys the way I make her feel.
"Look at me."
She does.
"I need to make sure this is really what you want."
Her brow furrows. "What do you mean? Don't you?"
"You have no idea. I want you so much I can hardly keep myself from tossing you back on this bed and fucking you so hard you can't even remember your own name."
Her breath hitches, and I can tell by the gush of wetness on my fingers that she likes that idea as much as I do. "Then what are you waiting for?"
I trace her lips with my thumb. "I want this to be good for you. Your first time should be perfect." I don't know why it's so important to me that this night is more than she could ever have imagined.
Her mouth falls open slightly. "How did you know?" Her cheeks turn pink. "Is it that obvious? Am I that awful?"
I smile softly. "You are the opposite. You're perfect. More than you know." I pull my fingers from her and wrap my arms around her, kissing her briefly on the lips. "I can just tell. Your reactions to everything between us has been full of wonder. Like you had no idea."
She quirks her lips up. "I didn't. I never knew it could be like this. But yes." She nods, her expression turning from embarrassed to determined. "I want this. I want you."
I can't help it. Her words undo me. I crush my mouth to hers, all the desire and need I've felt coming out in a clash of lips and tongue and teeth. She responds just as passionately, meeting every stroke of my tongue, nipping at my mouth. Arching her body against mine, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so that the tip of my cock is almost touching her sweet pussy.
I can't wait any longer. I kick off my pants and reach down to remove a condom from my pocket. I rip it open with my teeth and start to put it on, but she puts a hand on my arm and takes it from me.
"Let me," she says. Then she rolls it down my cock, so slowly it's pure torture.
I grip her head again and kiss her, more slowly this time. Deeper. Then I run my hands down her shoulders and push her back gently until she is spread out before me on my bed.
Fuck. She's incredible. I just look at her for a moment, then I lift one of her legs and press soft kisses to her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee, her inner thigh. When I reach her swollen, drenched pussy, I treat it reverently, lapping at her until she's so needy, so desperate that she's bucking against me.
"Leo, I need you inside me. Now."
I lift my head and grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide. Taking my throbbing cock in my hand, I tease her entrance with the tip until she blooms for me, her pussy practically begging for me.
I tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before me and watch her face as I slowly push just the head inside her heat. She shudders, her whole body contracting, and her breath comes in heaving, ragged gasps.
I lift my eyebrows a fraction, silently asking. She nods, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. I push in further, and her walls squeeze me, both resisting and welcoming me at the same time.
Morgan grips the duvet, her knuckles going white as she appears to brace for what's next. I pause, halfway into her, and take her hands, bringing them each to my mouth and kissing the palms in turn.
"Relax," I whisper. I bring her hands above her head, leaning down to kiss her lips, then trailing my fingers down her arms, over her tits, down her sides, until my fingers lightly grip her hips. "Just breathe."
She nods again, but there is no trace of fear or uncertainty on her face. Just lust and anticipation. Her pussy contracts again, and it takes every bit of control I possess to keep from sho
ving myself deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one hard thrust.
Forcing myself to go slow, I slide in further, pushing into the tightness, past any resistance, letting her adjust to me incrementally. Fucking finally, I'm there. So deep inside of her that I'm completely lost to the sensations rocketing through my body.
"Jesus, Morgan, you feel so fucking amazing."
She whimpers, nodding breathlessly. "More."
One word and I'm done. I begin moving within her, stroking her slowly, gently. Holding back as much as I can while she acclimates to the invasion.
She begins to moan, her head going from side to side as I fight for control. Her hands go into her hair, her mouth falls open, she writhes and pants, and it is the most fucking erotic thing I think I've ever seen. She pushes back against me with her hips, starting to move with me, instinct guiding her body.
"More," she says again, desperation in her voice. Her pussy milks my cock, drawing me ever closer to my release, but I stave it off, needing to hear her cry my name as she comes.
In one swift movement, I push her higher up onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Her arms go around my neck, her ankles hook behind my back, and she pulls me into her until we are so completely entwined that I don't know where I end and she begins.
She bites my lip and looks straight into my eyes. "Fuck me, Leo. Hard."
The last shred of control I'm only hanging on to by a thread snaps. I thrust into her, pounding her pussy as I lose myself completely. All I hear are her cries of pleasure. All I feel is her, clenching and convulsing around my cock, drenching us both as she comes so hard that her entire body shakes. And as I unleash my orgasm, tremors ripping through me, all I can think is this moment is everything.
15
Morgan
I awake to the most heavenly smell in the entire world. Bacon.
I jump from the bed, my aching, exhausted muscles protesting the sudden movement, every memory from last night flying through my mind at rapid speed. I grin, my hand coming to my stomach as it does a little flip.
Never in a million years did I imagine that it would be like this. I suddenly regret every ill wish I ever projected toward my old neighbors. Because I sure as hell wasn't quiet last night—not any of the times Leo and I came together. And there were a lot of them. I should have been cheering them on instead.
My grin widens as I realize that I probably just became that neighbor. Looking around Leo's room, I spot the shirt he was wearing last night in a heap on the floor, and I throw it on, buttoning up just a few of the buttons then padding out of the room, my mouth watering as I imagine how good that bacon will taste. I'm ravenous. Apparently a night of crazy hot sex does that?
As I round the corner, I hear voices and freeze. Shit. Adley's home already. I start to back up, but a woman crosses from the living room toward the kitchen.
"How much are you making, Leo?" she asks.
I shrink back against the wall, but it's too late. Green eyes that are identical to Leo's lock on me, going just as wide as I know mine are. I shake my head quickly. She tilts her head back toward the living room, mouthing Adley.
I nod, hightailing it for my room, hearing her say something to distract Adley until I'm safely inside, shutting my door silently. I lean back against it and try to catch my breath. That could have been so bad. Why didn't Leo warn me they would be here?
Taking several breaths to steady myself from the nervous energy jumping around in my body, I grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I'm just glad that I didn't walk in there like that. My face flushes as I look in the mirror. There is no way that woman—Leo's sister, I'm assuming—doesn't know exactly what went on here last night. My hair looks crazy, and I was wearing Leo's shirt, barely buttoned up. Obviously I wouldn't walk out like that if I was just the nanny.
I groan, not sure how I can go back out there now. I'm totally humiliated. What is she going to think of me?
I stay in my room, debating what to do until there is a knock at my door. I'm almost afraid to open it.
"Morgan?" comes Leo's voice.
I crack open the door and find him standing there with a smirk on his face. "You going to come out and have breakfast?"
I open the door a little more. "Your sister saw me," I hiss.
His grin widens. "I know. She told me." He reaches for my hand. "Now come eat. Gotta keep our energy up if we're going to make it through another night like last night." He winks, leering at me ridiculously.
In spite of my mortification, I laugh. "Is that the plan, then?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely. You. Me. My bed. Every damn night."
I try hard to fight the grin that wants to spread across my face. He has no idea how happy that makes me. I halfway wondered if that was just a one-time thing. If he would get what he wanted and that would be it.
"Now come meet my sister. Adley's asking about you too."
He tries to pull me out of the room, but I resist. "What will she think, Leo? She didn't just see me. I was half naked with your shirt barely covering me."
"She told me that too." His eyes twinkle. "Sad I missed that. Maybe you can show me again later."
"I'm serious. I can't face her now."
He rolls his eyes. "It's fine. I promise."
I want to hide in my room until she leaves, but the smell of bacon is too tempting. I follow him back down the hall, my stomach clenching. Why is he so nonchalant about this? Does he not care that his sister now knows he's—to quote his own words—fucking the nanny?
"Morgan!" Adley squeals as soon as she sees me. She hops up from the table and runs toward me, flinging her arms around me. "I missed you so much!"
I drop to my knees and pull her into a hug, laughing. "I missed you too, pretty girl. But did you have a fun night with your aunt."
She nods excitedly. "I showed her how to make flowers with frosting, just like you taught me."
I grin. "Sounds awesome. How did they turn out?"
Adley makes a face. "Not nearly as pretty as yours."
"You'll have to show me your tricks, Morgan," the woman says, coming up to us, smiling genuinely, looking way friendlier than I'd expect her to after what she saw. "I'm Serena."
I stand, sticking my hand out awkwardly. "Nice to meet you."
Instead of shaking my hand, she pulls me into a quick hug. "Adley adores you."
I don't know what to say, so I just smile. Luckily, I don't have to find anything to fill the silence because Leo comes around the counter with a giant platter of bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls in one hand, and a big bowl of fruit salad in the other.
"Let's eat, ladies." He sets everything on the table, then looks at me. "Help me carry in the rest?"
My eyebrows fly up. "There's more?"
He winks, and I follow him into the kitchen. He pulls me into the alcove behind the fridge and pins me against the wall, his mouth going straight to my neck. My eyes flutter shut, and I instinctively mold my body to his.
"There's a lot more," he murmurs, gently nipping my ear. "Maybe we should skip breakfast and go straight to dessert."
I laugh. "You're crazy."
He pulls back and grins. "Just about you."
I stand there frozen as he starts gathering plates and glasses and starts to carry them back to the table. He stops and looks at me quizzically. "Morgan? Grab the juice?"
I nod, forcing my body to move, trying not to let myself grin stupidly. He's crazy about me? I don't know what to make of that. At all. But I have a hard time thinking it's a bad thing.
16
Leo
Adley's giggles are infectious, and I find myself laughing along as she runs through the stream of bubbles Morgan is blowing just to the side of the picnic blanket.
It's a warm Friday afternoon after school, and Morgan and I decided to have an early dinner in the park after we picked up Adley. I'm kicked back on the blanket, propped up on my elbows, watching my girls play.
My girls. It's crazy that the thought doesn't bother me an
y more than it does. Really, it doesn't bother me at all. The last couple weeks have been incredible. Morgan and I have fallen into an easy rhythm, so natural that it's hard to believe I haven't even had her in my life for a full month.
I haven't even tried to evaluate what it is. I've just enjoyed the ride. It's been tricky to make sure we don't let on to Adley that there's something going on between us, but we've been careful so far.
Morgan plops down on the blanket beside me, out of breath. "That girl is a never-ending stream of energy."
I smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Tell me about it."
"I'm hungry," Adley says, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I turn my head and kiss her cheek, then pull her over my shoulder and onto her back, tickling her until she's laughing so hard she's gasping for breath.
Settling her on the blanket between Morgan and me, I help Morgan unpack our picnic basket. She keeps looking at me with a small smile on her face, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"What?" I ask as we dig into the food.
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
"Please. What are you thinking."
She cuts her eyes at Adley. "Just that you two are super cute together." I know there's more to it than that, but I catch her hint and don't press it.
"You two are super cute, too," I say instead.
Adley scoots closer to Morgan, snuggling up against her side. "I love having you for a nanny. You're the best."
Watching the two of them as they talk about Adley's week at school makes my chest feel tight, in a good way. Adley has Serena as a mother figure, for which I'm eternally grateful, but having Morgan around has been great for her. It gives her a steady presence that fills a role I just can't, despite my best efforts.
My mind wanders off as they chat, and I see us doing things like this and so much more. For the first time in a long time, I start to imagine what my future might be like. It's not something I let myself think about often. For too long I didn't let anyone in. I didn't date. I didn't even want to consider it. Eventually I started seeing a random woman here or there, but I never let it go anywhere, and I certainly never brought them around Adley.