Page 16 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow
Between his touch and my skin, the thin material of my pyjama pants gives just enough friction to have me clutching him in desperation. I pull his face back up to mine and take his mouth again. Seriously, I can’t get enough of the taste of him.
It feels like my whole body is on fire, and I’m certain I’m going to die if I don’t get him inside me soon.
His fingers drag up the sides of my torso, grasping my bunched-up shirt. I lift my hands over my head, and we break the kiss long enough so he can pull it over my head and discard it. A shiver runs down my spine as one of his hands curves around the back of my neck, gripping firmly as he returns to devouring my mouth. The feel of his chest hair against my almost-smooth body lights every nerve ending in my skin.
We’re desperately humping against each other now—not much finesse, just absolute sheer bloody-minded primal drive to fuck each other’s brains out. Suddenly, Morgan tears his mouth from mine and edges down my body, kissing every inch of my skin he passes.
“Tell me what you want, Ellis,” he growls against my belly as his fingers tuck into the waistband of my pjs and yank them down.
“I—oh god!” I thrust helplessly when his mouth closes over my aching cock and he swallows me down almost to the bloody root. Of all things holy and pure, he has some serious oral skills.
His hands slide under my arse cheeks to squeeze them, encouraging me to roll my hips and thrust into his mouth. I fling my arms up over my head and behind me, grabbing onto my pillow and fisting it tightly. My legs are spread wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, and my heels are planted in the mattress as I fuck his mouth the way he urges me to. I look down and almost come at the sight of him feasting on me like it’s his last night on Earth. His hips grind against the bed, clearly trying to get some relief from his own arousal.
My balls tighten from the intense glide and suction of his mouth, and I tense up, reaching down between my legs to grip his hair and pull him from my now wet cock.
“What?” He breathes heavily.
“God,” I pant.
“That’s not my name, but thanks.” His swollen mouth curves.
I snort lightly and trace my fingertip along his spit-slick bottom lip. He licks the pad of my finger and sucks the digit into the hot cavern of his mouth. I’m beginning to think the man has a definite oral fixation, and believe me, I’m definitely not complaining. Not when the man blows me like it’s his sole mission in life to suck my soul through my dick.
I’m utterly transfixed by this sexy, grumpy man. He may have a perpetual wrinkle between his brows from frowning, but when it’s just the two of us alone, the dark cloud that usually hangs over him dissipates, leaving him gloriously warm and open.
Beneath that grouchy exterior, I’ve discovered, beats the passionate heart of a veritable sex god.
He watches me with those dark, piercing eyes. Pulling off my finger, he licks a broad swathe up the length of my cock and traces the vein before teasing the head.
“Tell me what you want.”
His voice is low and raspy from sucking me off, and the sound hits me in my belly, making everything inside me tighten in anticipation.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve banged one out this week thinking about you?” I murmur without thinking.
He chokes and pulls away from my dick. His eyes glitter with mirth and his lips stretch into a wide smile. “Banged one out?”
“Tossed off,” I clarify, thinking maybe I wasn’t clear enough. It’s probably an English versus American thing. “You know… had a wank.”
“Yes, thank you, talking urban slang dictionary. I am well aware of what it means.”
I beam at him and he gets that funny glazed look again. Like he’s been struck dumb.
“I missed you,” I admit, stroking his face, not that it’s a great secret. We may not have known each other long, but what I feel for him hit me like a thunderbolt. I won’t be telling him that though; I’m pretty sure he’d run a mile. Patience is what we need, and that’s something I have plenty of.
“I missed you too,” Morgan answers, his expression taking on a wicked edge as he once again leans towards my dick. “Now, I think we should revisit the conversation we started in my room.”
“Oh,” I say innocently. “You want to talk about rearranging the furniture?”
He nips my hip and I yelp. “I mean the part where you wanted me to fuck you, come inside you, finger you, and then make you come with my mouth.”
“Yes, please.” I give him my most winsome smile and he chuckles. “And that’s just the tip of the sexual iceberg. There are sooooo many things I want to do to you and have you do to me.”
He groans and presses his face against my belly. “You look like a sweet, angelic choir boy, but you’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
I laugh in delight. “Nope, but I’m not shy about sex. If there’s stuff you don’t want to do, just say. It’s the only way we’re going to figure out how we fit together.”
“You make it sound like we’re building Ikea furniture.”