“I wonder if there’s some other way to convince him,” Morgan pondered. “If not me, perhaps Len…”
My cock ached at the lack of contact. I cleared my throat.
“What do you think, Dax?” Morgan asked.
“I think we should cum first and think about shit later.”
Morgan grinned sheepishly and pressed his body forward. “Sorry. You were the one who brought it up.”
“Yeah, and I regretted it,” I mumbled, threading my fingers through his hair. “Kiss me.”
He obliged. At the feeling of his wet tongue in my mouth, a familiar hot sensation melted over my body. The pleasant scrape of stubble against skin was enough to make me groan. Everything about my mate was so hot I could barely stand it.
When we parted for air, Morgan caught his breath and murmured, “I don’t want to get stuck together again, so…”
My eyes widened as he kneeled down. My cock throbbed. “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re one letter away,” Morgan teased. He trailed his fingers over the outline of my dick. The light touch made me shiver.
I slammed my head back against the tree and gritted my teeth as Morgan eased my aching cock from my pants. The chilly air was almost freezing compared to my burning hot flesh. Morgan’s fingers masterfully wrapped around my shaft, coaxing pleasure out of me. I had to bite my lip to stop from veering too close to the edge.
Morgan parted his lips. His hot breath ghosted across my sensitive skin. I swallowed an embarrassing whimper, hoping he’d just suck me off already because I couldn’t take it anymore. When his warm flat tongue licked up the bottom side of my shaft, a moan spilled out of me.
Finally,finally,he wrapped his lips over the head of my cock. I let out a sound halfway between a sigh of relief and a groan of pleasure. Morgan sucked leisurely, taking his sweet time. His spare hand drifted to my balls and fondled them. I ground my teeth.
When Morgan’s lips engulfed more of my cock, I barely withheld a cry. The hot, velvety wetness of his mouth was heaven. I wanted to fuck it, to draw out every inch of pleasure, but held myself back and let Morgan take care of me. I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping a little harder when he sucked deeper.
“How are you so sexy?” I mumbled.
He couldn’t reply with his mouth full, but he shot me a sly, teasing glance from beneath his dark lashes. I noticed his hand had wrapped around his own cock and he was jerking himself off.
Suddenly Morgan jerked forward, swallowing my entire cock in one motion. The intense wave of pleasure was too much. I bellowed out a moan and gasped for air.
“Fuck, I can’t—”
My mate didn’t stop. He rocked back and forth, his hot spit dribbling from his lips and from my cock. The pleasure blazing below my belly was rapidly reaching its limit.
“Morgan!” I growled.
He nodded in understanding. I fisted my fingers in his thick hair, grasping him for dear life as my orgasm hit me. My mind blanked out. I shot thick jets of hot cum down Morgan’s throat, which he swallowed eagerly.
When I regained some sense, I pulled back. My cock fell out of Morgan’s mouth and he coughed, wiping his forearm against his lips. I immediately kneeled to his height.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
His whole face was flushed as he grinned, and there was a pleased sparkle in his eyes. “Never better.”
