by Azure Boone
“As I told you—”
“Ha!” I hacked out. “You did not fucking tell me shit.”
“Keep your voice down, the kids don’t need to hear your foul mouth.”
Ohhh, ho, ho, foul was cotton candy for what plastered my tongue to my pallet and clamped my jaw with a migraine force. “How long Jeddy?”
“One week. And quit calling me that.”
“How bout Charles Manson, you psycho hairy asshole!” I smashed the hang up button with a finger, wishing I could punch it. I stood there, staring out the bedroom window. Gone for a week? Well, well, well, diddn’t that just solve all my problems with meeting Morgan. Thank you John, you good for nothing except fatherhood son-of-a-bitch.
I wouldn’t call it excitement that tickled my stomach as I hurried to clean my temper tantrum mess, noticing the children’s wide eyed has mommy gone crazy wonder. “I’m sorry guys, I shouldn’t have done this.” I stooped and swept the shattered pieces into a dustpan. “Don’t do like me, this was wrong. I handled it very wrong.” Should’ve busted that vase over his head.
Trevor gave one of his famous sweet smiles. “It’s okay. Dad gets mad like that too sometimes.”
I raised my brows, unable to resist the kid’s gentle spirit. “He sure does, doesn’t he? None of us are perfect.” Lord, don’t let us ruin the boy’s purity.
I carefully made my way to the trash and dumped the debris, only to return two more times until all visible slivers were gone. Fifteen more minutes and I had the kids busy with appropriate activities before I got my computer and plopped on the couch.
It was nearly lunch time but Morgan might not be there yet. I logged in and opened my BFF group chat box and Morgan’s. I’d talk to the girls first, whoever was available.
Tasha: Anybody there?
Tasha: I have news.
I checked mail while waiting for an answer.
Gloria: I’m here.
Lois: me too for a bit, what’s up?
Tasha: John had to go out of town for business. A week.
Lois: ohhhhhh yessssss!
Tasha: I know. Solved a lot of my problems. So, that means he’ll be back next Wednesday.
Lois: Perfect
Tasha: Now I have to get my mom to babysit and think about what the hell to wear. My God, I look like a beast. Gonna need a weed eater for the hair on this body and a hacksaw for my toenails, and hedge trimmers for that impenetrable thicket on my vagina. Not to mention a hair-cut and dye touch up, I look like I’m slowly turning into a skunk with the gray hair sprouting at my roots. All this with no money.
Gloria: I’ll help. What do you need.
I sighed. That was Gloria, no matter what we did, she always had our back in the end.
Tasha: I can pay you back a little at a time. I think I have a dress. And heels I won’t break my neck in, oh my God, am I really doing this?
Lois: Yes! You are, and don’t try and get out of it.
Gloria: Just keep it friendly, Tasha, please?
Tasha: Yes, yes, friendly.
I knew that was highly unlikely, what with the no bra and panty request. Probably wasn’t a good idea to mention that bit to Gloria at this time.
****
“Oh my God, how do I look?”
Sheri browsed the menu for the local food service providers. “Fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, spectacular.” This without looking up.
Couldn’t blame her, I’d only asked the damn question a dozen times. “What time is it?”
“6:35, I’m sure.” Sheri sighed and came stand on my right where I primped endlessly in the mirror. She smiled at my reflection, head tilted in sympathy. “Honey, try to relax, you’re just meeting like friends, remember?”
I nodded. “Yeah, right.” I hadn’t told Sheri about the no panty bra condition I’d agreed to. But that didn’t mean I had to do anything, it’s not like I was entirely without self-control.
I smoothed my already flawless hair, cut in long layers like I’d always wanted. They’d given me light brown highlights where the gray had been. I had to admit, I did look pretty amazing. I admired the red perfect fake nails like a young girl playing dress up. I did not like the red lips, but Sheri swore it looked fantastic. I thought I resembled a vampire. Or a dead clown. Sheri said my blue eyes popped with my long lashes and the black eyeliner. Oh my God, I thought, remembering my braless breasts. Small braless breasts. I chewed the inside of my cheek not wanting to worry the lipstick from my lips. Surely he’d expect more in that department. I considered my other department, consciously aware of what work I’d undergone there. Worried about razor rash, I’d settled on a very close trim at the top and bare on my lips. Took me thirty minutes to do the odd job. At which time I wondered if anybody had thought to open a vagina pruning salon.
I jumped and spun when the phone rang. “Ohhhh God it’s him.”
“Well answer it.” Sheri prodded me forward with a gentle urgency.
I made my way to the phone. This is Morgan. From the group. We’re like best friends. Could be the front desk too. What if it was John?
I stared at Sheri who mouthed an incredulous answer it!
John had no clue I was there. I jerked up the receiver and swallowed, putting on my professional voice. “Hello?”
A relieved sigh. “You’re there.”
My lunch nearly projectiled from my gut at the sound of Morgan’s deep voice. Morgan’s deep sexy voice in the very next room. I fought for nonchalant. “Hey.”
“I made it.”
I barked a hillbilly laugh and followed it with an embarrassing, “Yep. Me too.” I smoothed my perfect hair while shifting my weight on restless legs. A brief silence ushered in panic. What to say? Shit.
“Can you come? Now?”
Oh God. I could come now. Listening to that voice, I could come right where I stood. I’d never ever imagined he’d have such a sexy ass voice!
“Yes.” I bit my tongue to keep it from wagging stupidity.
Chapter Five
Two minutes later, I was knocking like a mouse on his door. I jumped when it opened right away, then froze, staring. At a shirtless Morgan. With tanned muscles everywhere. And perfectly fitted jeans.
At realizing he was looking me over, I held my midsection with both arms and shifted my weight side to side while twisting my foot at the ankle. I was a damn nervous teenager.
I couldn’t bring myself to see the look on his face as he stepped aside to let me in. But I couldn’t bring myself to just walk in head down either, like an undignified mother of eight who had no life other than a cyber one. I smiled as I entered, making eye contact with his lips. Oh lord…delicious full lips…tilted slightly with…appreciation? I prayed so.
I locked my eyes on the closest chair in the little living room, hearing him lock the door. Shit, here we go, please don’t be a rapist. I made a conscious effort to walk gracefully without tripping or twisting my ankle in the medium high heels.
I turned to seat myself like a lady and gasped at finding Morgan before me. He was fast. There was no avoiding looking at him. Staring into his face seemed safest or else I might lose my mind and give in to the sudden urge to sniff, taste, and lick up all that edible masculinity he flooded my pores with. Wow. He had really green eyes. Beautiful.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“What?”
His smile widened to show perfect teeth. Not the denture kind of perfect, but the natural kind. Perfectly imperfect.
I smiled back for half a second then forgot all about not chewing the lipstick off my lower lip.
“Can I touch you?”
Oh shit. Touch how? Before I considered what to answer, my head nodded. Oh lord, those fearless hormones. The only thing left was standing frozen, bracing for impact. It came with a single finger. Starting at my temple, that warm tip slowly slid over my face. My gaze super glued itself to his while feeling him touch me. My heart raced with the lowering of his eyes to my chest, ahead of his slow moving finger.
Oh God. What was he seeing? Were my nipples hard? Showing through the extremely thin scarlet material? The sound of my swallow screamed how nervous I was. And horny out of my mind.
His head tilted slightly as his finger paused over the pulse in my neck, before continuing lower, maybe to where his eyes still remained. I tried to control my breathing but was losing the battle as his finger approached my breast. I finally parted my lips to get more needed oxygen when that tip slowly glided over the top of my breast, slowing.
His finger began to brush back and forth slowly over the tip of my aching nipple, sending hot currents to my clit.
He raised his other hand and did the same to the other nipple. I couldn’t stop the moan. Desperate and strained. Half-masted eyes rose to meet mine as he drew sensual circles over the very tips, making the lava between my legs spread into my body. I stared into his pupils dilated with intentions that made me tremble. I was far past the point of no return. So quickly. Whatever he wanted, I would do. I was officially addicted to this man.
His tongue swept slowly over his lower lip. “You like this.” It wasn’t a question. It was a premeditated knowing.
Still hanging on desperately to his gaze, I gasped and gave a small nod. The muscle in his chiseled jaw flexed before his full lips parted under restrained desire.
He wrapped his arms around me and a few breaths later, I realized he was embracing me. Face pressed tightly to mine, arms molding me to his hard body like he’d finally found his soul’s home. He felt amazing. Power and strength tempered with exact tenderness. Like holding back a tidal wave, just for me.
I slowly surrendered to this embrace and all that it promised. Letting my body melt into his, I allowed myself to feel every muscle and curve as the flood of emotions mingled with desire and made me dizzy. “Morgan.”
He answered my whisper with a groan, sliding a hand down my back, splaying his fingers on my ass. Need made those fingers hard, pressing into my flesh, all while keeping my chest sealed to his. He moved, forcing me to walk backward until I met a wall. His breaths labored as the hand on my ass slid down over my leg. Reaching the hem of my knee length dress, he began sliding it up. Oh no, my dimpled thighs. I forgot all about it when his fingers found my secret. I was so wet and wanting.
He placed his forehead against mine, his minty breath fanning my mouth as he stroked his fingers carefully over the lips. He took both my hands and placed them against the wall above my head. He held them with one hand, slowly sliding the other down over my body till he was back at the hem of my dress.
I whimpered with anticipation and desire as his hand found me again. Once more, he slid his fingers over my lips.
“Look at me.”
I struggled to meet the tormented gaze inches before mine. It was hard when I just wanted to get lost in what he was doing.
“I want to see it in your eyes. See how beautiful you look when I give you what you want.”
Legs still together, my mouth flew open when his finger dipped between wet lips and found my throbbing clit. Morgan’s breath caught and his hand pressed harder against my wrists.
“God you’re so wet.”
I could only pant through the pleasure he delivered with the pad of his finger. Slow...agonizing…circles.
“Mmm. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this?” His finger glided inside me.
“Oh God,” I gasped, pumping my hips toward his hand, loving the feel of his strong grip on my wrists.
My eyes lowered to his approaching lips. Yes. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. He paused when our noses touched, twirling his finger just inside me in a sensual searching, as though memorizing my intimate parts. I strained toward his hand, whimpering for more. “Kiss me…please.”
Morgan groaned at the desperate beg, leaning in to deliver teasing nips to my lips, maintaining a possessive hold on my wrist. Fire spread through my belly and I slid a leg up along his, feeling his muscles straining. I loved the feeling and reached for his mouth with mine, desperate to have more of him.
He pulled his lips away and stared into my eyes then plunged his finger deep.
I nearly fainted at the pleasure, yet waited for more.
His finger buried deep in my pussy, he flicked it against something that took the strength from my legs and sharpened my cries.
Then he kissed me.
Oh my God, did he kiss me; flicking his finger against my core, his mouth angled on mine and his tongue exploring with dominance. He reduced me to whimpers and moans, his mouth, finger, tongue, and lips, overwhelming my senses with need. “Fuck me. Please Morgan.”
He growled and his lips came off mine only to move in a rapid nipping pattern along my face then neck. I turned my head and gave him access. I’d told him how I liked my neck kissed and sucked before. He’d really listened. I stifled a scream when he sucked the skin hard just above my shoulder and delivered shallow, rapid jabs in and out of my slick heat. His lips left my neck and latched onto my nipple. I watched in breathless astonishment as he set me on fire with nibbles and tongue flicks over the sensitive tip right through the thin silk.
He pulled his finger slowly out of me and moved to my hot clit, kissing me now. So very softly he rubbed circles over it, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same sensual rhythm. Oh God, he made it so hot.
I explored back as best I could, loving the feel of his tongue against mine, the scrape of his teeth against my lips, and especially the feel of his very full lips.
“I’m going to suck your pussy now,” he gasped in my mouth.
The pressure on my wrists disappeared. Winded, my arms went around his neck, holding on, but the second I connected to hot muscle, need ravaged through me. It was my turn to taste.
I moaned in ecstasy at my first nibble and lick on his shoulder, moving to his neck, doing the same thing to him while my hungry fingers explored the hard contours beneath them.
“Tasha.” His groan came as he cupped my ass in his large hands and lifted me onto his waist. He pressed my pussy against his hard abs and I dove on his mouth, running my nails up into the short cropped hair while locking my legs around him. I was suddenly on the bed, face down and Morgan was shoving my legs wide. I had no time to wonder what he had in mind as his hands latched onto my thighs and lifted my ass into the air.
The brief flicker of concern over what he thought of my body was lost when he began to literally make out with my pussy. I gripped the bedspread as he worked his mouth over me, maneuvering his full lips on mine, opening me. He licked and tasted, nibbling the lips from my clit to ass.
I cried out when his tongue flicked me just before plunging into my pussy until his nose pressed against my butt. “Oh God, Morgan!”
He answered with an agonized groan and a dig of his fingers into the juncture of my thighs where he held me up.
When my moans reached desperate, he lowered me then flipped me over by my waist. I sat up and watched him as he stood next to the bed, undoing his jeans. My eyes fixed on the bulge there, heart slamming my ribs.
When he pushed his jeans down and straightened, a whimper escaped me at seeing his thick length and imagining what it’d feel like inside me.
He stood there, completely naked and so damn beautiful. “Suck me Tasha.”
My gaze snapped up to his at hearing the hunger in his deep voice. Like it was reaching unbearable.
I moved to the edge of the bed before him. I feasted my eyes on his cock, his abs, his chest, then his handsome face glued to mine, those delicious full lips parted in anticipation, brows drawn tight.
Mmmm. I liked the power. Placing my hands on his chest while watching his expression, I slowly snaked firm fingers down, feeling his muscles tremble and harden under my touch. His breathing came harsh and strained as he held one hand on the base of his cock and stroked my hair so carefully with the other. I loved seeing and feeling the way he struggled to hold back his barbaric need.
Made me want to drive him to that edge. And push him off.
With that intention in my mind, my body became fluid with purpose. I covered his hand at the base of his cock with mine and drew a finger over his rock hard length with the other. His hand suddenly clenched in my hair and he pushed his hips toward me. I tried to move my head back, but his hand prevented me. Mmm. The idea of him making me suck his cock made me so hot.
With my legs open, knees on either side of him, I squirmed my ass on the bed, horny as hell. I continued stroking his cock with only a finger, wetting the head with the drop of pre-cum at the tip. I wet the ridge and he hissed and pressed my head closer. I flicked his slit with my tongue and Morgan’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling enough to send a thrill through me.
I placed a hand on his rock hard abs for fair leverage. He pushed his cock against my lips and I raked my nails over his amazing six pack. Sliding my closed lips over the head of his shaft, I closed my eyes and moaned at the wonderful feel of him. Groaning, he moved his hips helping.
Lord that was good.
Wanting more out of him, I finally took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked softly, swirling my tongue around it.
“Ffffuck.” The swear came with harsh breaths as he pushed his hips and pulled my head, trying to go deeper.
Oh God, I couldn’t play this game of torment. Gripping his waist with both hands, I allowed his cock to fill my mouth.
Morgan hissed again then began slowly pumping in and out. I let him guide my head the way he wanted it. God he wanted it deep. I looked up and his head was back, mouth open, the muscles of his neck and chest straining.
I began to explore his body while he moaned and groaned, my fingers raking over his tight ass then coming around to scrape over his taut balls. He slipped his hand inside the top of my dress and found my nipple, making me moan louder all over his cock.
“Rub your clit for me Tasha.”
I wasted no time obeying, letting him work his cock in and out of my mouth. His moans became harder and strained and my own came high pitched from the fire in my clit, and nipple he teased and flicked.
I placed my hands on his abs and pushed.
He gasped and freed my head, letting his cock pop out of my lips.