I bit my lip, still squirming against his grip on me—but I couldn’t move. Not unless Morgan let up his hold.
I could’ve come my cute little brains out just thinking about that.
“I think,” Morgan murmured, bending down, pressing his nose to the base of my neck and breathing in deep. “You deserve a reward.”
“Yeah?” I asked, breathless.
“Yeah,” Morgan confirmed. “Not every day you win a medal, is it?”
I wanted to shake my head, but then Morgan was kissing his way down my chest, over to one of my nipples, and then hesuckedand the world spun around me, a sudden rush of sensation making me shout.
Both hands went to his head, scrambling on the practically-nonexistent strands, slipping against his scalp as I tried to get a grip.
Morgan laughed again, clearly happy with his discovery.
The barest scrape of teeth was almost enough to make meactuallycome. If I’d been any closer, any more oversensitive, I would have.
A bead of precome tickled as it rolled down my hard cock.
Morgan hadn’t eventouchedme there yet.
My eyes widened almost as I had that thought, watching Morgan swoop down, hovering over my cock with intent.
If he hadn’t had a hand on my hip I would have arched right off the mattress as he swallowed me down, practiced and confident, eyes falling closed like my cock was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Tension coiled low in my gut, hips rocking involuntarily as the wet heat and pressure got to me, so good that I could feel myself leaking steadily onto Morgan’s tongue, feel him swallowing around me as I did.
I was going to come like this. I didn’twantto, I wanted Morgan to fuck me until I passed out, but I wassoclose,soclose…
A sob tore out of my throat as Morgan pulled back, letting my cock fall from his mouth with a wet pop.
I glared at him.
Morgan grinned. He wasenjoyingthis.
“Not yet,” he said, eyes glittering. He knew he had me at his mercy, he knew how much I wanted him.
That wasn’t nearly as scary as I’d thought it’d be. I couldn’t believe now that I’d been worried Morgan would reject me for who I was.
I watched as he picked up the lube and condoms we’d left in the nightstand, a fresh wave of anticipation making everything ramp back up again, the rough skin of Morgan’s palm brushing down my oversensitive belly, hand pinning my hip again.
As always, Morgan was impossibly gentle. I was getting used to the way his fingers felt inside me now, strong and comforting. Morgan was so reassuring that I barely needed any help to relax—I knew, no matter what, that he’d never actually hurt me.
I’d never had that trust before. Trust? Trust was hot.
I moaned into his mouth as two fingers went in deep, sending a hot shudder of pleasure through my body.
“You could come like this,” Morgan said, awe in his voice.
I nodded—what was the point in lying about it?
Morgan kissed the tip of my nose, held position for a handful of seconds, and then pulled out again.
“Some other time, maybe.”
Some other time.
Because there’d be other times. So many other times if I had my way. I had a lot of hot, enthusiastic sex with my generous, kind, equally hot boyfriend to catch up on.
