Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dusty

I’m trying not to let my conversation with Rhett bring down my night with Morgan. I like being the person he comes to when he needs someone. That’s one of the things I’ve wondered about the most the last ten years. Morgan doesn’t let people in, so who did he go to? Who was there for him when he needed someone? Apparently, no one.

But now he has me again, and there’s nothing I want more than to be that person for him.

My gaze finds the remaining bag in the living room. I probably shouldn’t be happy that he’s moving in with me. A better man might be thinking about how improving his relationship with his dad is the most important thing, but I’m selfish when it comes to Morgan. Knowing he will be in my bed every night is more than I could have hoped for.

I stall for a little while, giving him time, then lock up the house, turn off the lights, grab his bag, and go to my room. It’s early, but I doubt we’ll make it out of bed after I fuck him—and I need to fuck him, need to lose myself in his body over and over until I hammer into my brain that he really is mine.

I smile at the sound of the shower as I set his suitcase by the closet door. I’ve already showered, so I strip out of my clothes, leave only the nightstand light on, and get into bed.

Morgan left the door open, and I can see him standing naked under the spray. Blood heads toward my groin, dick beginning to plump as I give it a slow, easy stroke. He’s so fucking beautiful—all that golden skin, dark hair, muscles, and that dark fur on his chest and legs. My head spins just looking at him, heart thumping too hard and body already on the verge of losing control. I don’t know why my reaction to Morgan is this strong, why he’s such a part of me, living in every corner of my soul, but he does, and I don’t ever want to evict him.

Morgan ducks his head under the water again, then looks at me, smiling at me through the glass. He turns off the water, gets out, and grabs a towel. My hand continues to move up and down my shaft, the two of us watching each other while he dries off.

He rubs the towel between his legs, and his dick, which was hanging soft above his balls, is beginning to plump up. He dries his back, his ass, then down his legs.

“You’re taking too long,” I tell him.

“I don’t want to get your bed wet.”

“Our bed, and I don’t give a fuck about that. Come here, Morgan. I need you.” And I do need him. Still, there’s the quiet voice in my head telling me that as much as I know he’s it for me, that I want to do whatever it takes to have him, we’re making a whole lot of plans really fucking quickly. Coupled with knowing I need to tell my parents I’ll be leaving and what’s happened with Rhett, and my head is a bit of a mess.

Morgan drops the towel and comes my way. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Dust.” He rubs his hand through the hair on my chest, plucks one of my nipples. “I remember when we were kids and I used to watch you. I was fucking mesmerized by you, like you had the ability to bottle up the sun and carry it around with you. Everything was brighter when you were there. I don’t think I’d have made it through my childhood without you.”

My heart stumbles. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing things like that from him. “I love you too,” is how I answer because those first three words are embedded into what he just said to me.

Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I tug him over. Morgan comes easily, resting on my hips. That’s not where I want him, though, so I motion for him to lift up some. When he does, I scoot down the bed.

“Up here, baby. Straddle my head. I want to spend some time with my face in your ass, want your balls on my tongue.”

“That is so fucking hot.” Morgan turns around so he faces my dick, then knee-walks until he’s in position. He smells like clean water and soap, but the scent of his skin and arousal clings to him too.

“Put your balls over my mouth first.”

He does as I say, and I kiss his heavy, full sac, lick it, suck one globe into my mouth and smile around his nuts when he hisses in pleasure.

I bathe his balls with my tongue, part of me wishing he hadn’t taken a shower first so I had only the taste of Morgan filling my senses. He moves his hips forward and back, making his sac rub all over my face, mouth, and lips. It’s one of the hottest moments of my life, feeling him mark me like this, grinding himself all over me.

Heat radiates off him while I devour him, taste him, pleasure him, and savor him. Morgan’s hands go to my chest, massaging and digging his fingers in while he rides my face, just his balls for now, and damn, I could spend hours right here, just loving on his nuts.

I run my hands up and down his thighs, his stomach, tongue laving him and teeth teasing his ass.

“My hole, Dusty. I need your tongue in my hole,” he begs, voice deep and needy.

I want to draw this out, want it to last all night, but I need him too, need to feel him and see him come undone beneath my touch in a way none of my lovers ever have.

I move him backward some so I can lick from the tip of his cock, down his shaft, back to his balls, then settle his ass over my face. I spread his cheeks, take in the tight hole waiting for me, and damned if it isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“This hole is mine now, baby. You gave it to me, and there’s no takebacks.”

“Yours. Fuck yes, I’m yours.”

I pull him down, lick his crease, stiffen my tongue, and claim my prize. I lick at his rim, press against it, rub my face in his crease, making a feast out of this man I’ve wanted for so long.

“Fuck…Dusty…Jesus Christ, you can eat ass.”

I smile into my meal because that’s the best compliment. He rides my face, moans and whispers my name while I pleasure him. He tastes so good, like all my favorite things combined.

My fingers itch to touch him everywhere, to explore his body with my hands and mouth. To take him apart and put him together, even if my dick is painful and throbbing with the need for release right now.

I push him up just enough that there’s some space between us, suck my finger into my mouth, then trace his rim. It flexes, tightens and loosens, so I do it again, then press forward, watching my finger slip inside him.

The heat of his body envelops me, making me tremble. “Goddamn, this hole. It was made for me. Made to take my fingers and my tongue and my cock.” I twist my digit inside him, ease it out some, then push back in, reaching for his prostate and rubbing it.

Morgan almost jolts off me.

“Don’t you dare come. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Why does it feel like this with you?” he asks breathlessly, but he knows it’s because he’s mine and always has been.

Morgan rides my finger the way he did my tongue. My other hand skates along his skin, touching him anywhere I can, savoring his body hair against my palm.

I alternate between eating and fingering him. I want to spend all my time right here, with his ass in my face, filling it and owning it, claiming it over and over again. Making him feel good because making Morgan feel good makes me feel good. It gives me pleasure that no one or nothing else can.

I nip at his ass cheeks again, tasting sex and soap on him. He’s breathless above me, cock bobbing and leaking. Mine’s throbbing with the need to bury itself inside him.

“Lie on your back,” I tell him, pulling out of him even though it’s where I want to be.

Morgan doesn’t argue, just flops onto the bed, nearly gasping, eyes glazed over and blissed.

I crawl up beside him, on my knees, and angle my dick toward his mouth. Morgan opens up for me, and I push inside. The immediate hot suction makes my thighs shake and muscles tighten.

I find the best angle to fuck his face. Morgan takes it, gaze begging for it, and man, do I want to shoot right now and fill his belly with my cum.

I can’t yet, though, not done with him, so I use him, then stop when my balls are too full and tight. I rub my nuts on his face, the way he’d done to me, getting the scent of me and my desire all over him.

“I love the way you smell here.” Morgan buries his face into the crease of my thigh, sucking in a deep breath.

My cock jerks, and I force myself to pull back, or I’m going to paint his cheek with my load.

“Where else do you love the way I smell?” I ask him.

Morgan tugs me down, nuzzles my pit, taking a large lungful of air in, then licking me, sucking the hairs there that are now slightly sweaty from our pleasure.

“My turn, baby. Remember how much I like touching you? Driving you out of your mind? Jesus, nothing in this whole fucking world gets to me the way your reaction to me does.”

“Yes. God yes, Dusty. Please touch me.”

I straddle his hard body, his heat and skin against mine. I start at his throat, lick and kiss. My tongue traces his left collarbone, then his right.

Morgan trembles beneath me.

While I’m using my tongue on his neck and shoulders, with the tips of my fingers I tickle the skin of his torso—up…down, up…down. Learning what his skin feels like everywhere, memorizing each time he sucks in a breath, or rolls his hips, or lets my name fall from his lips.

I tug one nipple with my teeth, then the other, before lashing each with my tongue.

“Everything you do to me feels so good. It’s like I’ve never been touched, each and every time.”

“That’s because you didn’t belong to anyone else the way you do to me. You didn’t own them like you do me either.”

“Fuck yes. Yours,” he says softly.

I kiss him and lick him and touch everywhere on his torso, his pits, his arms. Where my mouth isn’t my hands are, so I can overwhelm Morgan with pleasure. It’s doing the same to me—heart pounding, blood rushing, cock pulsing.

My tongue dips into his belly button, and then I pull his cock to the back of my throat. Morgan thrusts his hips, choking me, my body welcoming it.

His thighs are next, the coarse leg hair against my tongue, making me tremble with need. One, then the other, one knee, then the other. When I get to his feet, I kiss and taste those too, suck a toe into my mouth on the right foot, then the left.

“I need you to fuck me, Dusty. This is incredible, but I need to feel you inside me, need my hole filled with nothing but you.”

My dick twitches, tingles racing down my spine. Damned if I don’t need that too.

“Ride me. I want you to ride me, Morgan.”

He practically growls in response, using his body and strength to flip us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He grabs the condom and lube from the nightstand, opening the rubber and rolling it down my aching prick. “I want to get tested so we can fuck raw.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” I want my cum in him, want his in me too.

Morgan slicks up my cock, adds lube to his fingers, and reaches behind him. He shouldn’t need much prep after how much time I spent on his ass, and like I figured, after working a couple of fingers into his hole, he pulls them free.

Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I angle it up, and Morgan lifts himself above me and starts to lower. I hiss the second my cockhead presses against him, his body opening up for me, my dick finding its way inside.

“So good. Fuck, you feel so good, Dust.”

I run my hands up and down his body, can’t take my gaze off his beautiful fucking face as he slides down, more of my erection sinking into him. My muscles tighten. The way his body squeezes mine, the heat of him. I’m dizzy with lust, with sensation.

When he lowers completely, my dick buried as deep as it will go inside him, we both breathe out together. “You’re mine, Morgan Swift.”

“So fucking yours.” He lifts up, then lowers himself again. We meet each other, me fucking up and into him while Morgan rides me. Every time I sink inside him, my vision gets blurry and my body shakes.

My balls are full, his gorgeous, sexy body right in front of me.

I spit in my hand, wrap it around his cock, and stroke him while we fuck.

Our bodies slap together, the pull of his hole rising and falling on me, making me feel like I can fly.

I want to move more, need to slam into him, so I flip us, Morgan on his back. We work together to lift his legs over my shoulders before I’m pounding into him again, my hips pistoning, his body lurching with every thrust.

The bed hits the wall. Sweat drips from me to him, our breathing more and more labored and urgent.

Morgan starts working his cock, jacking it while I fuck into him over and over again until his back arches off the bed. His hole tightens around my cock, ribbons of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his chest.

The tight squeeze of his body tips me over the edge, pulls the load from my balls as tremors rack my body and I fill the condom with my release.

“Come here.” Morgan pulls me down on top of him, opening his legs so I rest between them. My dick slips out of him, cum likely spilling from the condom, but neither of us cares. He wraps his legs around me, runs his hands up and down my sweaty back.

I don’t know if I believe in heaven, but if it’s real, I know it’s this moment, in bed with him.