She gives a dark chuckle. “Oh, when you say it like that, I can’t tell if you want more or you want me.” She grinds her thigh against me again.
“Mor!” I gasp. “Fuck, careful, I’m—” My eyes squeeze shut as I lift my hips away from her thigh. I tremble at the edge, cock dripping behind my briefs. I force myself to take a deep breath, to get a hold of myself.
“Fuck, that was close,” I hiss.
Mor’s eyes dance with violence.
Oh no.
“Were you about tocum?” she taunts.
“I…”
“In the middle of traffic? With the windows down? Andruinthis nice suit?”
“Fuck!” Oh god. My legs give out, and I fall against Morgan’s thigh again, grinding against her. My heat coils quickly.
“Is this really all it takes to get you off?” she whispers in my ear. “Humping my leg?”
I moan so loudly, I’m sure the whole block can hear.
“Pathetic,” she spits, and though the word sends a surge of pleasure through me, it’s enough to keep me in control of myself, to keep me just shy of the edge.
She croons, “I can’t wait to see what a sweet, sticky mess you make for me…”
“No…” I moan. It’s happening. “Oh, fuck… Mor…Mor!”
I cling to Morgan like she’s the shore as the climax hits me and tries to pull me under, a surging wave of heat and need and frothing pleasure. I grind against her thigh as pulse after pulse of cum soaks into the fabric between us, sliding around my still-aching cock. Every exhale is a deep, primal moan.
But it’s not as loud as I usually am.
Because I don’t need to be.
Because my alpha is right here.
I finally collapse against her chest.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Morgan’s hands press against the back of my head and my hip, and she purrs in my ear, “You’re perfect. You’reperfect.”
I float in the afterglow, resting in Morgan’s steady arms until we reach the hotel. Some amount of sanity has trickled back into my brain, but as I push off Morgan’s lap, I glance down and notice that my condition is… conspicuous.
“Shit,” I hiss.
With a practiced sweep of Morgan’s arms, suddenly I’m cradled against her chest, and she easily lifts me out of the car and carries me into the hotel.
I loop my arms around her neck, more so I can press my cheek against her collarbone than because I’m worried she’ll drop me.
Fuck, Morgan is strong.
We hit the elevator, and as we rise, I notice she’s utterly still underneath me. She’s not breathing. She holds her breath for the entire climb, through fishing out the hotel key and unlocking the door, then all the way through carrying me out onto the balcony.
She spins me in her grasp but doesn’t lower me—my back hits the wall, her hips between my legs, and her arm braces above me, pinning me there.
My cock still throbs with need, pressing against her stomach, and I moan deeply as her lips find mine, kissing me hard into the wall.
I gasp, moan, and rock my hips against the hard muscle of her stomach.
