Morgans Muse

by Morgan's Muse (lit)

  Slow and easy, his steady stare roaming over her, he set the cup on the counter and moved closer. "I'm not either, not tired enough to leave at any rate."

  "I don't want you to leave," she blurted before she could think better of such an admission.

  His lips twitched and a satisfied gleam entered his eyes as he leaned closer, his breath warming her face. "I don't have anywhere to be right now."

  "I need a shower." That low husky suggestion slipped out and wild fantasies flickered in her mind, stirring her senses once more to life.

  His eyes widened for a moment before a slow smile of pure male interest curved his lips. "A shower sounds perfect."

  Anticipation humming in her veins, Morgan led the way up the stairs to the loft bedroom and into the tiny bathroom. Michael crowded in with her, leaving little room under the harsh light of the bare bulb in the ceiling. His sheer male presence enveloped her and the size of the room ceased to matter as she leaned over and turned on the shower, allowing the water to warm before she set a tolerable temperature. The hot spray pounded old porcelain, loud in the confines of the small room as she jockeyed for position with Michael.

  He grinned as they brushed each other, legs, elbows, arms, chest to breast, in an attempt to find space to disrobe. Finally he curled his hands around her arms and stopped her in place. "Allow me."

  Delicious tingles zipped along her spine, rippling through nerves under her skin. As she lifted her arms above her head, he pulled the T-shirt off and tossed it aside. Steam billowed over the shower curtain, shrouding the room as his hands dropped to the snap of her jeans. Fingers teased her abdomen and the rasp of the zipper filled her ears. In moments she stood naked before him as steam droplets rolled over her body.

  "Morgan," he drawled, voice rough with admiration.

  Hidden by the fog of steam, he trailed a finger down her throat, around her nipples, and down to the apex of her thighs. Reaching past her with his other hand, he opened the curtain a little. Without a word, caught in passion's steamy spell, Morgan stepped under the pounding spray, heart thundering in her chest. Anticipation speared her and she held her breath as he undressed and stepped into the tub.

  "Turn around." He grabbed the bar of soap from the holder in the wall and rubbed it between his hands, creating a rich, fragrant lather.

  Surprised, Morgan obeyed without a word. At the first touch of his hands on her shoulders, the pent up breath left in a rush and she shivered. Pleasure rippled through her, following the glide of his hands down her back, arms, legs, and back up around her waist. He lathered soap over her breasts, thumbs flicking the nipples until she leaned forward, hands flat on the wall for support.

  Those exquisite, pleasure-giving hands slid down, dived between her legs, and slicked soap lather over the swollen lips of her pussy. Her thighs clenched and desire, fierce and undeniable, unfurled from deep inside her. Her knees weakened under his sensual assault and her hands curled into tight fists on the wall.

  Straightening her arms, elbows locked, she arched back into him. Hot, hard, his cock rubbed along her cheeks, settling in the crack of her ass. A scorching imprint on her senses, the sensation sent erotic images streaming through her mind. He wrapped her in his embrace, arms crossed over her breasts as he shifted, teasing thrusts robbing her of thought until she squirmed, eager for the full force of him pounding into her.

  "Yes, baby," he murmured in her ear as hot water pounded over them. He moved a little harder, riding along her crack as sensation crashed over her. "Your ass feels so good against my cock. I want it, want you." He paused his torturous teasing, tense behind her as though expecting rejection.

  Oh Jesus! I want... She cut off the thought, his cock a burning brand on her ass. Do I really want...?

  You want it, his cock pounding your ass hard and deep. With every word, the images filling her mind intensified. Yes! A low, hungry groan escaped her parted lips as she pushed back against him, pussy throbbing in demand.

  His hand cupped her pussy, finger probing deep along her inner muscles. She shivered, pleasure soaring as he fingered her. "Oh god." Her thighs quivered, the urge rising. I need...! Words deserted her, except two. "Fuck me," she ordered, low and rough with raw hunger. "Fuck me!"

  "As you command." He pulled back a little and water poured between them as his cock slipped between her thighs. Closing her legs, she trapped him. Rough male hands palmed her ass and he nudged her legs apart again with his foot. Thrusting forward, he rubbed that hot, hard cock along her throbbing pussy lips until liquid heat flooded her.

  "Lower," he whispered. "Bend over."

  Eyes closed on a wave of pleasure, she obeyed, spreading her feet farther apart. Hands braced on the wall, the hard spray of the shower pounding her skin, she caught her breath and waited. Her pulse raced and all senses clamored for him to fill her.

  One hand gripping her hip, he positioned his cock at her entrance, the tip probing slow and easy before slipping in, and he paused. She tried to push back but he held her still. Her pussy lips tightened. More, she begged in silence. Please!

  As though reading her mind, or just craving it, he slammed into her hard and deep. Inner muscles closed around him, clamping down like a tight fist, and she groaned in sheer ecstasy. Tension coiled as he pulled back and drove deep again...and again.

  Wet soap caressed her ass cheeks, lather building even as the edge of the bar slid along the crack of her ass. Soap bubbles dripped over her asshole, down her legs as he caressed her, thumb glancing over that puckered hole as he thrust deeper and harder into her pussy. With his other hand, he fingered her clit, pinching and pulling until orgasm blasted through her so intense her vision grayed and her entire being focused only on his cock burying itself hilt deep time and time again inside her.

  Relentless, he pounded into her. Pleasure scorched her senses, building higher and higher as his thumb pushed against the tight ring of her asshole. Do it! She couldn't voice the command but he obeyed, pushing his thumb deep as his huge cock filled her yet again. In and out, cock in her pussy and thumb in her ass, he fucked both holes until her legs trembled and she came in a blinding rush of pure ecstasy.

  As both sets of muscles contracted and then released, he withdrew and she lifted her head on a cry of pleasure. In the next instant, the head of his cock breached her ass and plunged deep, hard, reaming her into another blinding orgasm. Holding her hips in a vise-like grip, he held her still as he thrust over and over, into her ass, plunging deep as muscles clamped around him, milking rigid flesh until he shouted and erupted deep in her ass. His cock throbbed, shooting jets of hot cum inside her until the relentless thrusting slowed and he finally withdrew from her burning, aching flesh.

  Legs weak, she stumbled and fell against the shower wall, only now aware the water had turned cold. Breathing harsh and heavy, Michael leaned on her, hands flat on the wall on either side of her, keeping cold water off her back. With a trembling hand, she turned off the water and laid her hot cheek on tile as her breathing slowed and her body returned to normal in slow stages.

  After stepping out of the shower, she stood still as Michael dried the water from her skin. He dried himself off and picked her up. Her head dropped on his shoulder as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down and stood staring down at her.

  "You don't expect me to just get dressed and leave, do you?" he demanded, expression impassive though his intense stare never left her eyes.

  "Stay," she murmured on a wave of exhaustion but lifted her hand to take his. "Get in here. Would you hold me?"

  Without a word, he slid in beside her, snuggled up close, and wrapped his arms around her. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and slid into sleep.

  Dark and silent, not a creature or breeze stirring, the forest closed around her. She walked the narrow path heading to the splendor and peace of the roaring waterfall. She heard it before she glimpsed it between the trees and stepped out into the tiny clearing the stream meandered through. Moonlight glittered on swi
ft moving water and sparkled in the air as it hit the frothing spray. With a delighted smile, Morgan walked to the edge of the stream and pushed off her shoes. Sitting down, she removed her socks and jeans, and then her t-shirt.

  Nibbling on her lower lip, she cast several glances into the wood, assuring herself no one else would disturb her. Skinny dipping under moon light. What if someone comes? Tremors rippled through her. What if he comes? The possibility of a visitor only enhanced the thrill and she hastily removed bra and panties. She walked, slow and easy, into the water. Soft as silk, the cool liquid rose up her body and slid over her skin like a lover's tender touch.

  Desire uncurled in her belly, spreading out to make even toes and fingers tingle. Nerves hummed under her skin and awareness slammed into her. Every cell in her body screamed as she turned around to find him standing on the edge of the stream, watching her. Molten silver eyes slid eyes over her face and down, as though he peered at her through the depths of the dark waters swirling around her. Muse!

  Rooted to the spot, she didn't move as he shed his clothes and stepped into the water. Her gaze dropped to his long, rigid cock as it swayed in rhythm with his footsteps. She didn't move as he approached, and only looked up at him when he stopped right in front of her, so close the water lapped between their bodies. His steady stare bored into her, as though he saw her soul.

  "You are a very passionate woman, Morgan Caine." That low, melodious voice slid over her senses and warmed her body as he slipped an arm around her waist. "A taste is all I ask."

  Despite the spell he wove around her, she managed to lift her chin and meet his gaze. "You've tasted, but you keep disappearing before the feast."

  He arched a dark eyebrow. "You'd like me to indulge myself?"

  Images slid into her mind of Michael in the shower with her, blistering orgasm, and a sexual adventure unlike any she'd previously experienced. A soft sigh escaped her. He slept in her bed while she roamed the forest and bathed naked in the waterfall.

  Muse moved fast, fastening his lips to hers. You have a fantasy, Morgan. I can help you fulfill it.

  It slammed into her brain, a threesome with the two most intriguing men she'd ever met. Once there, the images could not be banished and she craved the union of three spirits not two. If I do this, will one man ever be enough again?

  It is not the same, but yes, you will be happy with one. After all, this is fantasy, a dream. Anything can happen in dreams.

  "It's just you and I here," she murmured against his lips, unwilling to leave the haven of his embrace.

  "Not for long, I imagine," Muse whispered, his breath warming her lips before devoured her in voracious kisses.

  She squirmed in his arms, sliding her flesh along his as passion erupted between them. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed closer, breasts gliding over his chest, crisp hairs caressing her sensitized skin so sharp tingles shot through her. Her damp pussy clenched in anticipation, which sank razor sharp claws into her senses until every nerve ending screamed for more. He surrounded her, filled her, sheer masculine appeal swamping her until she knew only him, until even the pleasant scenery faded under his passionate onslaught.

  Rustles of movement in the grass at the edge of the water registered in her mind but she couldn't drag herself from Muse and the passion flooding her senses. Hot hard male flesh pressed against her backside, hands sliding between her and Muse over her flat stomach and lower, fingers of one hand diving into her pussy while the other hand molded her breast. Pleasure erupted from deep inside, driven by the excitement of something she'd fantasized but never indulged or experienced.

  Muse dragged his mouth from hers, lips and tongue sliding down her neck as she titled her head to peer into Michael's sapphire blue eyes, blazing with heat and excitement. He fastened his mouth to hers and devoured, his fingers busy inside her damp pussy. A low groan escaped her and she squirmed between the two men, anticipation clawing at her insides as erotic visions of double penetration filled her mind.

  Four hands roamed over her tingling skin and she sucked in a deep breath, wanting so much more, so much faster than they delivered it. Hands ducking under water, she grabbed the cock in front of her and the one behind her. Stroking fast and hard, she drove each man into a gasping frenzy. "I want…" She panted for breath, heart racing in her chest. Her pulse scrambled and blood rushed in her veins, roaring in her ears.

  "Please," she moaned, begged, stroking two hard cocks harder and tighter as the men pressed against her, chests brushing her breasts and back with every harsh breath that rang in her ears.

  Passion, hunger, soared to unheard of heights and her eyes slid closed, head falling back onto one hard shoulder. She'd lost track of which man stood in front of her and which behind, but she didn't care as long as both stayed right with her.

  Stroking two hard dicks no longer enough, Morgan nudged Muse to step backward until the water lowered enough to reveal rock hard flesh demanding her attention. Michael followed, fingers sliding in and out of her pussy so that she stumbled. Both men kept her on her feet while she focused all concentration on pleasing them. Spreading her feet for stability, and fun, she bent at the waist, with one hand curled around one cock while the hard dick behind her nudged her ass. She licked the tip of the rock solid flesh in her hand, savoring the slick wet taste of sweat salt. Flicking her glance up to molten silver eyes glowing in that rugged face, she engulfed the tip in her mouth and sucked hard. A harsh indrawn breath rewarded her and she sucked harder, sliding up and down his rigid length, ensuring he enjoyed every stroke.

  Water sloshed against her thighs like cool silk just as Michael swiped his hot wet tongue hard along her damp pussy lips. Blood rushed to her crotch, the outer folds throbbing with the influx of hot blood. He licked and nibbled, hot breath keeping her heated flesh quivering under his onslaught. His hands clamped on her ass cheeks, holding her still while she sucked on the cock sliding in and out of her mouth as Muse thrust in rhythm with her movements. Double sensation, a cock in her mouth and a mouth on her pussy, slammed into her. Just the beginning, she thought, squirming between the two men.

  Michael shifted behind her and the head of his cock rubbed over her pussy. Inner muscles pulsed, eager for hard flesh. Breath caught in her throat, she paused in her ministrations to Muse and waited on the razor edge of anticipation. Michael's hard, fast thrust nearly took her off her feet. He pulled back and slammed in again, hard and fast, driving her forward to take more of that rigid cock into her mouth. She gulped hard, taking him a little deeper as the cock in her pussy slammed in and out of her. Sensation skyrocketed! More pleasure than she'd ever dreamed possible swept through her and she wanted more.

  Her thighs clenched as tension coiled tighter and tighter, taut as a rubber band about to snap. Still the relentless pounding continued, on and on as Michael drove her up and up, higher and higher. She strained for release, muscles quivering and knees so weak only the two men kept her upright. Michael withdrew the head of his cock and paused, just inside her pussy, driving her crazy with the wait. He shifted and slammed forward so deep and hard, tension snapped with the force of an erupting volcano.

  Ecstasy washed over her, inner muscles clamping around rigid flesh, contracting and expanding in massive aftershocks as the sensations rolled through her, over and over again. She dragged in a harsh breath and released Muse's cock. Oh my god! Unable to push words past her tight throat, she rode the waves until her breathing slowed and awareness returned.

  The two men stood, each with his arms wrapped tight around her so two hard cocks imprinted on her skin, one against her lower abdomen and the other against her ass.

  "That was fantastic," she declared, pulse racing under her skin as blood roared in her ears. She wriggled against them. "But I don't think we're done yet."

  Two identical faces flashed brilliant smiles at her and two pairs of hands turned her so she faced Michael and Muse stood at her back, his rigid cock sliding between her ass cheeks. "Who's going to do what?"
she teased, peering up into flashing blue eyes.

  Michael arched an eyebrow. "You'll find out." Lowering his head, he fastened his mouth to hers as he slid a hand down her stomach to her sopping wet pussy. Two fingers dived into willing flesh and she let out a low groan.

  Behind her, Muse slid his hard cock along the crack of her ass, teasing her with what she didn't have. Michael withdrew his fingers, eased her legs apart, and urged her to bend over, toward his cock. Gleaming wet flesh enticed her, begged for her attention. She took him into her mouth, marveling at the flavors, different from Muse yet just as sensational. More, she thought, sucking hard. I want… Images exploded in her mind once more and she stopped her ministrations as Muse plowed into her pussy from behind. "Stop," she murmured, squirming in the men's hold on her. "I want…"

  "We know what you want," Muse stated as he turned her to face him. "Put your hands on my shoulders."

  She obeyed and he lifted her until his cock brushed her pussy, teasing her senses. She wrapped her legs around his waist as Michael moved in behind her, sliding his hot wet tongue along the crack of her ass. He sucked and nibbled and plunged his tongue deep just as Muse drove his cock into her eager pussy. Inner muscles closed around him, rippling as he lifted her and pulled her back down on him. Two fingers penetrated her ass, diving in and out with the rhythm Muse set as he lifted and lowered her on eager flesh.

  Pleasure went straight to her head and she left out a soft groan of need, hungry for more. "Please." That single word escaped on a ragged breath and both men shifted, Muse filling her pussy with his thick cock, stretching her, and Michael withdrawing his fingers. The head of his cock teased her ass hole and she caught her breath, pushing back down on the cock in her pussy.

  "Ready," Michael whispered, clamping his hands around her waist, above Muse's hold. They stopped moving, waiting. Morgan groaned a wordless plea.

  Anticipation coiled in her gut, stretching like a rubber band until she couldn't stand it anymore and squirmed. In unison, the men moved. One cock slammed up into her pussy and the other drove deep into her ass. She screamed in relentless pleasure as they lifted and lowered her, driving deep in simultaneous thrusts. Sensation ripped away her ability to think as she rode both hard cocks into sensual paradise. Oh my god! Oh my god! The phrase raced through her skull, a mantra of ecstasy pounding in her brain to the rhythm of two strong men's thrusts deep inside her. Orgasm blasted through her, so strong, so pervasive, she no longer separated one man from the other, aware only of the relentless pounding of two cocks inside her.