4
W e 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.
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.”
“There is something to be said for straightforward Swedish efficiency.”
He moves back up my body, once again settling between my thighs. His cock slides against mine and sends another bolt of lust through me. With his forearms on the pillow and bracketing either side of my head, he leans in and kisses me so softly my heart does a slow roll.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Ellis,” he mutters.
“Is that a good thing?” I hold his gaze, suddenly feeling a little less sure.
He studies my face for a second. “I think it is.”
His mouth meets mine again and he kisses me lazily. Whereas before I couldn’t think of anything other than getting him inside me, now I feel boneless. Every thought except of him slides out of my head.
“Lube,” he whispers against my lips.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes. “You say the most romantic things.”
He pulls back enough to allow me to lean over to my nightstand and fumble in the drawer for my bottle of lube, which I hand to him. Feeling how light it is, he cocks a brow.
“What?” I blink innocently, biting back a smile. “It was a long week.”
“Wow, you really must have missed me.” Shaking his head, a small smile tugging at his lips, he drizzles the dregs of the lube onto his fingers. “I hope there’s enough. Not only do I not want to streak naked through the hotel corridors to my room to get my lube, I literally have no idea what Artie did with my luggage.”
“It’ll be fine.” I kiss him once more, then pull back as he slides his hand down and circles my hole teasingly. “We’ll find your stuff later, and there’s more than enough in the bottle. I like a little burn, it means I’ll be able to feel you tomorrow.”
He groans against my mouth. “God, the things you say, Ellis.” He slips one finger inside me slowly. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“No, I’ll be the best thing that ever happened to you, you’ll see.” I take his mouth again, this time parting my lips and letting him slide his tongue against mine. There’s no more talking. Need roars back to life as he opens me up, making me tremble as he adds more fingers and works over my prostate.
“Morgan, please,” I pant against his lips. “Now! I want you inside me.”
He empties out the meagre amount of lube, the bottle making weird noises until he squeezes it so hard the cap pops off, leaving him to stick his fingers into the nest of the bottle to try and tease out any left.
Morgan chuckles as he coats his cock. “I can see I’m going to have to get you a whole case of spares to keep in here.”
“Only as long as you plan on using them with me.” I lift my legs, and he positions the head at my opening and pushes in.
Breathing out, I try to relax until he’s seated all the way inside me. God, I feel so full. He’s generously compensated in some areas—well, most areas if I’m being honest.
“Ready?” he whispers, and I nod.
He pulls back and then slides in, gently at first so I get used to the size of him, then picking up the pace. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him again. I love kissing this man. It’s one of my all-time favourite top ten things to do.
I cry out as he shifts angle and hits my prostate.
“Harder,” I demand. He ramps up the pace, slipping his arms under my knees so my spine curves, a position that allows him to plunge deeper inside me.
I’m practically seeing starbursts and rainbows. I’m sure I can hear fireworks going off, accompanied by a rousing rendition of Ode to Joy .
My bed squeaks and the headboard bangs against the wall. My eyes roll back in my head at the intense pleasure. I’m getting louder by the minute, but I can’t help it. He’s destroying me in the best way possible.
“Morgan.” I gasp his name like a prayer on my lips. I really do think I’m having a religious experience. “Morgan, oh god. Come in me. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up.”
He groans loudly and buries his face in my neck, fucking into me harder, faster. I grab on and hold tight, my fingers digging into his back. I fight the urge to come before him, but I might not last much longer. He feels too good.
“Morgan, please.”
He gives a loud groan and then comes hard. I can feel the pulse of his cock inside me and the tension in his body. Heat washes over me at the thought of him filling me up with his cum. He gives another shallow thrust and then pulls out, replacing his cock with his fingers.
“That’s so hot,” he mutters as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “You’re drenched in my cum.”
I give another somewhat slutty groan.
“You love that I’ve wrecked your hole and filled you up, don’t you?” he croons in that sexy rasp of his.
“Morgan, please,” I beg shamelessly. “I need to come so bad.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
My whole body flushes at his words. He slides down the length of me, and before I can utter another word, his mouth envelops my cock while he presses his fingers deeper, sliding them over my prostate and making me almost delirious with pleasure.
I have no chance of holding out, it feels too good. Fisting the sheets in my hands, I arch and cry out loudly as white-hot lightning races down my body. My balls tighten and I come so hard I’m dizzy.
He slowly lets my cock slide from his lips and withdraws his fingers, massaging my hole gently as he shifts his body so he’s lying beside me.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I murmur reverently.
He chuckles, and I turn to stare at him.
“In. My. Life,” I reiterate, just in case he missed my profound and heartfelt declaration the first time.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks. “I was a bit rough.”
“You were… epic.” I smile lazily. “I’m definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.”
He rolls over and reaches for something. It’s the towel he was wearing underneath my bathrobe when I dragged him out of his room. He wipes his hands and then cleans both of us up.
“Do you want to have a quick shower?” he asks.
“No,” I reply, stifling a yawn. “I’m too tired and comfy to leave the room.”
“Leave?” He lifts his head and takes his first good look at my room. “You don’t have an en suite?”
“Nope.” I shuffle myself under the covers and watch as Morgan does the same. “We share a bathroom. It’s just down the corridor. These rooms used to be the old servant quarters. Now they’re used for the live-in staff.”
He looks around the room again. It’s a little shabby and not very big, but it’s cosy. There’s enough room for a double bed, a chest of drawers, a bookcase, and a single wardrobe. There’s also a tiny fireplace, although it’s blocked off now. The hotel can’t afford for someone to come in and make sure all the chimneys are clear, so only the main fireplaces on the ground floor in the library, billiard room, and parlours are maintained. The guest rooms on the other floors have radiators and central heating, but those of us up here on the top floor just use electric heaters during the winter months.
“Why are you frowning?” I ask as he settles down. I inch over until I’m lying in his arms.
“Why hasn’t my grandfather given you a better room? You’ve lived here most of your life.”
I smile. “Don’t start getting all grumpy again. Cedric has offered me a different room loads of times. In fact, he said I can have any room I want.”
“Then why are you still in this pokey little room?”
I shrug. “It’s always been my room. When Mum worked here, she slept next door, and I was given this one. It was just home. There wasn’t really any reason to move to one of the rooms that could be for guests, and I’m more than happy here.”
He lies quietly, skimming his fingertips up and down my back. I don’t even think he realises he’s doing it, but there’s something so soothing about the movement. If I were a cat, I’d be purring.
I reach up and smooth the wrinkle between his brows, and he turns his head to look at me.
“You look tired,” I mutter. “Was it a stressful week for you?”
“It was… busy,” he answers, hesitating only for a second, and I wonder what he was going to say before he changed his mind.
“Are you going to stay for a while here? Now? I mean, with me at the hotel.” I’m not sure I’m making much sense, but I’m worn out from a long day wrangling ghosts and guests, plus I’m also a little pleasure-drunk from that incredible orgasm.
“Yes.” Morgan dips his head and drops a kiss on my nose. “I’m staying for a while. There were some loose ends I needed to tie up, but now I’ll be spending some time here going through all the finances with Grandfather.”
“Do you think you can help us save the hotel?” I ask sleepily.
“I hope so,” he mutters, and his arms tighten around me. “I really hope so.”