By the time he felt the shock of chilly air on his bare skin, Ryder was too far gone to stop her. The bigger shock was Morgan leaning over him, wrapping her lips around the tip of his leaking cock. Groaning loudly, he reached for her.
“Morgan, I—fuck!"
She sank down over him, and he felt his hips surge in automatic response.
“Jesus."
She hummed around him, moving her delicate hands to tease and tickle, and he gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
“Fuck, Morgan . . . I’m gonna—shit!” A gasp escaped him as he spilled his cum down her throat. He trembled as she licked him clean before moving up to straddle him, her hair falling like a curtain around them.
“Hi,” she giggled.
He could only gape at her. He'd never heard a laugh from her, much less the girly giggle she’d just let slip. “I have no idea what just happened here.” The awkwardness was back.
“I can’t get you off my mind,” she admitted. “I thought I should just give in and find you.” She leaned over, treating him to a perfect shot of her tattoo-covered tits down the low-cut vee of her shirt.
Helplessly, he reached out and ran his hands up her sides, pushing her shirt as he went and cupping her breasts in both hands. She made a content humming sound, then gasped as he pinched one of her nipples.
Then rational thought crept in again, and he withdrew his hands from her body. “Morgan, I have to tell you something.”
“I know you said you don't date.” She lowered her voice. “But I just want to fuck you.” Her hands began roaming again, and he cussed. “It’s okay if you're shy, baby. I've got this.”
She leaned down, kissing him hard, stroking her tongue against his lips until he opened his mouth. Without thought, his arms came around her once more. Morgan started grinding her hips, and his returning erection grew even more. She sat up, tearing off her shirt and unclasping her bra. Tossing the two off to the side, she watched as his eyes went dark at the sight of her bare above him.
He groaned and cursed, moaned and said her name several times as she took her breasts in her own hands, squeezing them together to give him a show as she rode him, creating friction between their jeans. He was entranced, but when she rose up on her knees, unbuttoning her pants, he put out a hand.
He felt like a jerk, but he needed to stop her. “Morgan.” He waited until she met his eyes, and he saw the desire clouding hers. “I don't do this. I-I can't do this. In fact, I'veneverdone this.”
“It’s okay to try something new, Ryder. Loosen up and let me make you feel amazing.”
She was so insistent, and he felt like a dick for stopping her. His actual dick, of course, begged him to let her continue. “I'm a virgin, Morgan,” he finally spit out. “For God’s sake, I'm a virgin.”
She stilled, looking down at him in disbelief. “There's no way,” she breathed.
He sat up as she plopped onto the bed next to him. “It's true. I chose a long time ago to remain that way, too.”
“I'm no good for you,” she whispered.
Moving at the speed of light, she stood and gathered her clothes, hastily throwing on her shirt and tucking her bra in her pocket.
“That's not true, Morgan.” She was already in escape mode, and he didn't think he could stop her. “If anybody has made me rethink that choice, it's you. I've never let a woman get this close to me.”
She stopped moving, her eyes closed. “You've never had a blow job before, have you?”
Embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck, but she didn't need him to verbalize his answer. She headed for the door, her entire body flushed.
“Morgan, please—” he started.
She ignored him; he could practically see her shame chasing her out the door.
When the door slammed behind her, Ryder dropped back down onto the bed, more confused than ever.
