I throw my arms around her neck, steadying myself against her, and she grips my ass with her free hand.
I try to focus on the kiss, on the softness of her mouth, the searching of her tongue. She deliberately presses her thigh up between my legs, and I moan, a rush of blood leaving my head.
Her thigh settles down and I sink onto her, hips rocking to grind my aching cock against her. I’m making a fool of myself, surely Morgan doesn’t want—
She pulls me harder into the kiss, her breath hard and fast and mingling with mine, her teeth nipping at my tongue, my lip.
Her claws dig harder into my ass as she presses me down onto her thigh, sending me wriggling.
Morgan wants this?
Morganwantsthis.
Oh,fuck. If I was shameless before, I’m unraveling now. I moan and rock and kiss Morgan like she’s air.
My lungs burn.
Morgan finally tightens her hand in my hair and pulls me back from the kiss.
If she’d nudged me back gently, I’d be devastated, rejected.
But tight in her grasp, I know I’m exactly where she wants me. My body goes still, awaiting her command.
“I didn’t tell you to stop grinding.”
My eyes roll back as my hips twitch of their own accord.Now that my mouth is free, my moan is louder as I tremble at the sensation.
“That’s better,” she purrs in my ear. “God, you’re so hot for me. You’re drenched.”
I would nod if I could move my head. I just gasp.
“You must beverypent up if I’m getting this much of a rise out of you his quickly.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Now, why would that be?”
Words are strange, slippery things in my brain. “I wanted… I’ve been wanting…”
“Wanting what?”
“You,” I whine.
I trace a shiver of pure power down Morgan’s spine, from the indulgent flutter in her eyes to the arch of her spine, the curl of her claws in my flesh, and finally the press of her thigh between my legs.
I cry out at the pleasure.
“Shhh,” Morgan teases. “We wouldn’t want thewhole cityto know what I’m doing to you here… The windows are down after all… What will the rest of the traffic think? The pedestrians at the stoplights…”
“Morgan, what thefuck,” I moan, but I’m loving it. I’m not sure if I have a general exhibition kink, but I sure as fuck have an exhibited-by-Morgan kink. Heat coils at my core. My cock is hard and throbbing behind my fly, grinding against Morgan.
“Call me Mor,” she commands, and the tone of her voice sends my spine arching, makes me cry out again.
“Mor,” I moan.
“That’s afuckinggood boy,” Morgan hisses, a tremble in her voice. She’s getting off on this.
“Mor,” I whine.
