When we got to the club, Morgan didn’t say anything, he just made his way to the stairs and up to the VIP section of the club to his friends. I got on with work, jumping behind the bar as we were a few bartenders short again that evening. I had two coming in but not for another hour, so Lauren and I were helping behind the bar. Time flew by, and before I knew it, my two replacement bartenders arrived.
“Order for VIP, booth two,” Aria called out.
“I’ll take it up,” I replied.
“I’ll be in my office catching up on paperwork,” Lauren called.
I waved before I grabbed the three jugs of cocktails and made my way slowly up the stairs. When I got to the top, I saw Morgan and his friends had taken up place in the booth next to mine. From this angle, I could see Morgan laughing with his friends, his smile lighting up his face.
“Here’s your drinks,” I called out, placing the jugs on the table to a round of thanks. “Hey, you okay?” I scooted into the side of him.
“Yeah, just having drinks with my friends.” He put the emphasis on the word friends and turned away from me.
His words were harsh and dismissive, and a couple of his friends stopped pouring drinks to look at us. It stung my heart and my face fell, but when I felt the other’s gaze on us, I forced a bright smile.
“Well, enjoy!”
I eased out of the seating and walked away quickly. My heart hurt, but it was my own fault. I never should have slept with him. When I reached my office, I poured myself a large drink and sat behind my desk, my thoughts lying with Morgan.
Maybe he’d decided to not try friends with benefits. Maybe it wasn’t enough for him, and he was doing what he could to protect himself by putting up a wall between us. If that was the case, then it was going to hurt, and I would miss him terribly, but it was all my fault.
There was a knock at my door. I pressed the buzzer for entrance, thinking it was Lauren, but Morgan stood in the doorway. His dark blue jeans hugged his thighs and crisp white shirt pulled tightly across his chest, hinting at the muscle underneath. The navy jacket accentuated his broad shoulders. He looked so damn fuckable.
“Can we talk?” he asked moving further into the room.
“Yeah, of course. Take a seat.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk.
He looked from the chair to my sofa, then to me. Instead of sitting, he walked around the desk and perched on the corner of it to my side.
“I’ve been thinking,” he started, and I held my breath.
This was it; this was where he would say he didn’t want to see me anymore. I looked down to the floor and clenched my hands together.
“Hey. ” He lifted my head to look into his eyes. “I can be what you need, but I’m not a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy. I’m a fuck ‘em and love ‘em guy. I want to try it, this whole friends with benefits thing, but only if we’re exclusive. I can’t think about you being with someone else. That’s what got me so annoyed and why I was angry out there. The thought of you with another man… I just can’t.” His hand cupped my face as his thumb stroked my cheek.
I stood and positioned myself between his legs. “I never wanted to have sex with anybody else. I didn’t want you to think that you’re tied to only me.”
“But you’re all I want. I don’t want anyone else.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly.
I ran my hand up under his shirt, over the smooth skin there, then down and pulled at his belt. “Then fuck me, and show me how good these benefits are.”
He quickly undid his belt, pushing down his jeans and boxers and stepped out of them, then he looked at me. “No, this won’t do at all.” He shook his head from side to side. I watched as he pulled off his jacket and shirt. “You have way too many clothes on, lose them.”
Fuck, my pussy wasn’t just quivering, it was full on throbbing. We had never been naked during sex, but the thought of his chest being pressed up against my bare breasts was soexciting, I was waiting for my arousal to start running down my legs.
Morgan stroked his cock as I undid my dress and shimmied out of it, leaving me only in heels and my deep purple, matching underwear set. Morgan stalked around me, still stroking his cock with his right hand, his left hand over my body.
“I’ve never seen you like this” he said in a breathy voice. “You’re stunning.”
He stopped behind me and unclasped my bra, tugging at it and letting it fall to the ground, he dragged my panties down and I stepped out of them. His hard cock pushed up against my arse and he palmed my tits from behind, grinding his cock into me and sucking on my neck. I moaned out loud, I couldn’t help it. Just being touched by him was too much.
“That good baby? You like me playing with your breasts?” I nodded. “Tell me.” He sucked harder on my neck as he pinched my nipples.
“Yes, Morgan, yes. I don’t just like it. I fucking love it. You make me so wet when you do that.” I arched my back to give him better access.
“Fuck, Andie you’re so hot when you talk like that.” He kept a hand on my breast whilst the other ran down over my belly button and to my clit, using the pad of his fingers to add pressure to it. My moans grew louder. “That’s it, baby. Say my name. I love hearing you call out my name,” he said as he sucked on my earlobe.
“Morgan, oh Morgan, finger me, please give me something.” I threw my head back onto his shoulder.
