“Well, yeah. I hear those Miami guys are…something else.”
I suddenly found myself jealous of hypothetical men.
Great. This wasjustgreat.
I’d been debating all day whether or not to do this, not knowing if it was a good idea—more for myself, but I had a “fuck it” moment. Now, I was standing outside of Morgan’s apartment door Friday night. We didn’t have plans to meet up, but I needed to see her one more time before she left.
I knocked on the door and waited a few moments before it swung open, and my gaze met hers; her hair was up in a ponytail, showing off the curve of her neck, and she wore a cropped black t-shirt that stopped just below her ribs and a pair of oversized sweatpants that hung low on her hips. The sight of her shot straight to my dick.
I cleared my throat. “Hey.”
“Hi…” She offered me a curious look but stepped aside to let me in without question.
I saw two massive suitcases in the living room when I walked inside. “Jesus, you realize you’re only going for two months, right?”
“I still have one more I’m working on,” she said with a chuckle as she started down the hall, and I followed out of habit.
When we entered her bedroom, sure enough, another case lay open on her bed. As she moved to her dresser, I peeked inside the suitcase, and my brow furrowed. I reached down, hooking my finger through the top of a red string bikini, and lifted it. “Nice.”
Morgan glanced over her shoulder. “Put that back.”
I let it slip off my finger and drop back inside, suddenly jealous of anyone who was going to see her in that. As someone who never had to worry about being jealous before, this wholejealousy thing wasbullshit. Because it wasn’t just the idea of guys potentially seeing her in that skimpy little suit that made that green monster appear. I was jealous of them being in her vicinity and breathing the same damn air as her. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I don’t recall you messaging me earlier to meet up,” she said, finally addressing my impromptu drop-in.
I slipped off my jacket and tossed it onto the accent chair in the corner. “I thought I’d stop by and give you a little going away present.”
“That so?”
I could hear the hint of playfulness in her tone, and I smirked as I stepped up behind her. “Yeah, you know, one last banger before you go.”
“I have to finish pack–”
She stopped when my hands curled around her bare waist, her skin soft and warm beneath my palms. I felt her muscles tense under my touch and heard an imperceptible breath escape her. “You were saying…”
“I need to finish packing,” she said quietly, her voice a little more breathy than it was moments ago.
“It can wait.” I let my hand slip under the hem of her cropped t-shirt and closed my eyes when I realized she had no bra for me to fight with. I let my thumb brush against the underside of her breast as I leaned forward, grazing my lips against her ear. “If you want me to stop, I will,” I whispered. “Just say the word…”
I felt her body slightly arch, pushing her chest more against my hand and making her ass brush against my dick. She was always so damn responsive. I swore the lightest of touches could get her going, and I fucking loved it.
As my thumb inched higher, brushing against her nipple, I let my other hand slide down over her stomach to the waistband of the oversized sweatpants, toying my fingers along the edge. “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered against her neck.
“No,” she breathed.
I smirked. “That’s good.” I let my hand dip below the waistband of the sweatpants and her underwear, wasting no time in seeing just how badly she wanted this. I chuckled darkly when my fingers effortlessly slid against her. “You’re always so wet for me, Princess. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already soaked.”
I spun her around, keeping my hand between her legs and watching her face as I stroked her clit. She curled her hand around the back of my neck to pull my mouth to hers, and I groaned when her lips met mine. When they parted to let me in, my tongue curled against hers in sync with the way my fingers moved.
I felt her roll her hips, grinding against my hand in a desperate attempt for more, and I broke the kiss with a chuckle. “Someone’s eager…”
“Wes, please,” she whimpered.
The sound of Morgan begging sat at the top of my list of the best things I’ve ever heard. I pulled my hand away from her, hearing her let out a protesting whimper as I took a step back. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate as she reached down to peel off her shirt, letting me see her perfect tits before she brushed by me. I turned, my eyes following her as she slipped off her pants and underwear and climbed onto the bed, looking at me and awaiting my next command.
I stripped off my clothes before moving over top of her. Myeyes followed my hand as it outlined the curve of her body up to her chest. “Ya know, two months is a long time…” I pulled a breath from her when I pinched her nipple before my mouth dropped down, letting my tongue swirl around the peak. “I intend to savor every fucking moment of this,” I murmured as I moved down her body. “Every sound. Every touch…” My arms curled around her thighs, and I spread her wide open for me, a low growl emitting from my throat when I saw her glistening pussy. “Every taste.” I lowered my mouth, and I groaned when the sweet tang of her arousal met my tongue, drawing an instant moan from her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
