Page 15 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow

Ellis purrs against my lips. “I want you too.” His hand snakes down and palms my towel-covered erection, giving a firm stroke. “I’d let you fuck me up against the wall right here, but I want to take my time with you.”

“Fuuuccckkk,” I groan out as he trails hot open-mouthed kisses down my throat and sucks gently at my neck.

Suddenly, he pulls away, a determined look on his face. He takes my hand and tows me towards the door. “My room, now.”

“Ellis, wait,” I splutter. “After telling Grandfather off repeatedly for running around the corridors in his underpants, I can’t exactly take a midnight stroll in nothing but a wet towel.”

He laughs and slips his pale purple bathrobe off his shoulders, threads my arms through its sleeves, and pulls it over my shoulders before closing the front and tying the belt.

“Seriously?”

The robe is too small on my much larger frame. It hits mid-thigh and inches of wrist stick out of the sleeves. The front doesn’t close and overlap; instead, it hangs open in a deep v that reveals my chest hair.

“Do you want to fuck me or not?” He grins and yanks me towards the door once more. I drag my feet, unsure. Not about fucking him—my cock aches and my blood is on fire for him. But I really don’t want to be caught wandering the hotel in the dead of night in a tiny bathrobe with a massive hard-on.

Glancing around the room, I realise that my luggage, which I didn’t unpack before I took an impromptu nap, is nowhere to be found. I inwardly groan.

Great. I couldn’t even throw some clothes on if I wanted to.

Ellis presses his body up against mine, rising on his toes to whisper in my ear, “Stop thinking so hard, Morgan. I want you in my bed buried deep inside me. I want you to wreck my tight little hole, then fill me up with your cum. Then I want you to finger me, feeling how full I am of you while you suck my cock and make me come down your throat.”

Holy fuck.

My pupils must be like pinpricks now. Every single thought drains from my brain, and I almost look down to make sure I haven’t come already. The thought of playing out his dirty little fantasy has my painfully hard cock throbbing with my heartbeat.

A growl breaks free and I reach down, wrapping my arm around his legs so I can pick him up and throw him over my shoulder.

The sound of his laughter fills all the dark, worried spaces inside me as I wrench open the door and stride down the deserted corridor with him flung over my shoulder like I’m Conan the Barbarian.

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We tumble onto my bed, me splayed out like an offering and Morgan planted between my thighs, the delicious weight of him pressing me against the mattress. I wrap my legs around him enthusiastically, my fingers tangling in his hair as I offer my mouth.

God, he smells so good, a mixture of his body wash and shampoo underlaid by a scent that I’ve come to recognise as unique to him.

He rocks against me and the little bells buried in the unicorn horns on my slippers tinkle merrily. Not wanting to break the kiss, I stretch awkwardly down his body and around him. I yank each slipper off and toss them across my room, not caring where they land.

His tongue tangles with mine, my lips throbbing from the delicious pressure of his mouth and the rough scrape of his late-evening stubble.

God, he’s so gorgeous.

I still can’t believe he wants me.

“Too many clothes,” he pants against my lips between deep, drugging kisses.

I’m almost dizzy. My heart pounds and my cock is so hard it’s aching. I reach between us and unknot my robe, pulling it open, then shove it over his shoulders in a desperate attempt to get to skin.

We devour each other even as he lifts one arm and then the other so I can pull the robe off him completely. It takes the towel with it, and I toss it off the side of the bed, leaving him gloriously naked as he grinds against me.

“There are so many dirty things I want you to do to me, Morgan,” I gasp as he moves down my neck to nip at and suck marks into my skin.

“Tell me,” he whispers. He grasps the edge of my cropped t-shirt and pushes it up.

His hot mouth closes over one of my nipples and his tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh before giving one long, hard suck.

My groan is way too loud. I hope the others can’t hear me, what with Rosie’s room next to mine and Wally’s on the other side of the corridor.

Morgan’s hand slides down to my groin, the heel of his palm rubbing the length of my dick. I arch in pleasure. Needing no further invitation, his fingers grip my cock.