“Morgasm, how come you never told us you have a sister?” Teddy drawls, slapping me on the back. I roll my eyes at the new nickname, shrugging his hand off of me.
“Because he doesn’t,” Isla interjects, propping her elbows on the table and leaning forward.
Teddy squints between the two of us.
“But…”
“Our parents got married when I was seventeen. Morgan was away at college. We never lived together and didn’t really even start getting to know each other until more recently.” She shrugs, downing the rest of her drink. “We’re more like friends than anything.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard her talk about me to someone else before. Honestly? It’s pretty hot.
“Gotcha,” Teddy mumbles, taking another swig of his beer.
Isla smiles politely at him before looking past him, her eyes wandering over the crowded bar. I check my phone for the time since I promised our parents I wouldn’t keep her out too late. Suddenly, those eyes are looking at me, and the look they’re giving sends an electric shock right through me, straight to my groin.
Holy shit.
“So, Morgasm,” she says, her nose crinkling at the nickname, “what do you say you and I do a shot? In the name of winning the game and all.”
My teammates hoot and holler at the challenge, and the two of us slide out of the booth to make our way to the bar, our bodies pressed closely together in the crowded space. I watch with wonder as Isla sidles up to the bartender, leaning her narrow frame over the counter to point out exactly what she wants. Soon she’s turning back to me, two shot glasses in hand with some kind of mysterious clear liquid inside.
“What is this? Vodka?” But she doesn’t answer, instead clinking her glass to mine and tossing it back. I follow suit, the taste that hits my tongue a shock to me—because there isn’t one.
“Was that fucking water?”
She giggles and nods, arching toward me to talk in my ear.
“I had to make sure we stay hydrated somehow.”
We laugh, and all I can do is shake my head. You can take a nerd out of the library…
Isla swivels back toward me with two new shot glasses, this time filled with a liquid so pink it almost looks like it’s glowing.
“Please tell me that’s not just water with food coloring in it.”
She shakes her head, giving me the same look she gave me at the booth, the one that keeps feeding the gnawing ache in my gut I’ve felt from the moment she got here.
“It’s a wet pussy.”
It’s all I can do to not let my mouth fall open at the sound of that word coming out of her mouth. It’s maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard—and judging by the sudden tightness in my jeans, my dick thinks so too.
“Cheers,” she says, lifting her chin in a nod before tossing the shot back, licking the few stray drops from her lower lip.
I watch her for a moment before doing the same, hardly able to tear my eyes away from her face.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
The words leave my lips before I can think about them. My head is spinning, but something tells me it has more to do with Isla and less to do with whatever was in that shot.
She nods, so I take her hand in mine and lead her through the crowd, ducking past my teammates and through the door. We call a car and climb into the backseat, the music from the radio thumping too loudly for us to talk. Not that we need to. We’re sitting close together, her thigh pressing into mine. It takes every ounce of self-control in me not to crush my mouth against her right there in the back of the Uber. But Isla hasn’t touched me all night, and even if she has been a little flirty, that certainly doesn’t mean something is going to happen between us. Maybe that was a one-time thing. I could live with that.
When we get home, my apartment is dark and quiet.
“The parental units must be in bed,” I whisper.
Isla nods and slips off her shoes by the door.
The open floor plan provides a clear view into the living room, which will be her room for the night. Apparently Dawn has made up the couch for her, because there are blankets and pillows all set up neatly.
“You need anything?”
Isla shakes her head. “’Night, Morgan.” Lifting up on her toes, she presses a sweet, slow kiss to my cheek. At the touch of her lips to my skin, I feel a slight tingle, but I pull back and meet her gaze.
“Goodnight.”
Swallowing down a wave of desire, I walk to my bedroom and close the door. Alone. With a deep breath, I scrub my hands through my hair. I’m horny and a whole lot sexually frustrated, but there’s absolutely nothing I can do about that.
After I wash my hands and brush my teeth in the adjoining bathroom, I enter my room again and turn off the light. I’ve just stripped out of my shirt when the door opens—a sliver of light from the hall faintly illuminating Isla’s shy expression.
She closes my bedroom door behind her and crosses the room to stand before me.
“Hey, did you need something?” I ask, turning to toss my button-down shirt onto the chair beside my bed.
But when I turn around, the look in her eyes stops me. Hungry, searching. And really, really fucking sexy.
“I never thanked you,” she says. “For teaching me.”
“I, uh… what? Yes, you did.”
She shakes her head, slowly closing the distance between us.
“I never thanked you… properly.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything…. Trust me, it was my pleasure.”
She runs her fingertips over the muscles in my chest, just barely grazing the skin. My cock twitches, and she’s close enough to notice.
“You sure?” Her lips lift into a smile as she brings them centimeters from mine, so close I can feel her breath on my skin, smell the sweetness of her floral shampoo. She couldn’t be further from the shy, sexually timid nineteen-year-old I encountered last year. Standing in front of me is a woman, fearless and strong, and this time, she knows what she wants.
The question is… am I willing to go there with our parents right across the hall?
7
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Morgan
Our mouths meet for the first time in a year, but it’s so natural, it feels like it could have been yesterday. Isla is an amazing kisser—not too rushed, but not too slow either and her hot tongue strokes mine like she’s eager for more. Everything below my waist hardens immediately.
Her fingers drift to the button on my pants and she slowly draws down my zipper. My cock bobs with pleasure even though she hasn’t so much as touched it yet.
I should stop her. I have to stop her. There’s no other choice.
A soft knock on my door causes us to pull apart.
Then a voice startles us apart.
“Son, a word, please?” It’s my dad.
My eyes widen almost comically large and Isla staggers back like she’s been slapped. She presses one hand over her mouth and shakes her head.
Shit. This isn’t good. Our parents probably heard us in the next room. Talk about inappropriate family bonding. What the hell was I thinking?
“Uh,” I say, buttoning up my pants and squeezing the base of my cock in an effort to get it to soften. It doesn’t work of course. “Now’s not a great time, Dad.”
He chuckles, a dark mocking sound from behind the door. “Oh, I’m aware. But this will only take a second.”
Shit. I draw a deep breath into my lungs and look at Isla. She looks panicked, like a deer caught in headlights times a million. Her eyes beg me not to let him in, but I shrug, what else can I do? Then I cross the room to the door and draw a deep breath. While uncertainty turns inside my stomach, I pull it open just a few inches and meet my dad’s eyes reluctantly. But he doesn’t look mad. Doesn’t look upset at all. In fact, he’s smiling.
“Hey,” I say, voice a rough croak.
I’m about to launch into a full-court apology, about to admit what an obvious scum
bag I am and beg for his forgiveness. But Dad’s smile widens.
“Breathe, Morgan,” he says.
I do, inhaling deeply as I steady myself with one hand braced against the door frame.
“Dawn went to the living room to say goodnight to Isla, only she wasn’t there.”
I lick my lips. Of course she wasn’t there. Because she was in my room, trying to wrestle my erection out of my boxer briefs.
I’m speechless, stunned into silence, but Dad continues. “Well, we kind of put two and two together. About why Isla was so excited to come on this weekend’s trip. About the sweet smiles that grace her lips when she texts with you at the dinner table...”
“I, uh...” I stall, rubbing the back of my neck with one hand. Fucking say something, dude!
Dad holds up one hand, stopping me. “Let me finish.”
I nod.
“All I wanted to say was that you’re both adults. You’re certainly not related... and as long as you treat her right, Isla’s mother and I are in full support of this.”
Wait. What? I must have heard him wrong. I blink twice, waiting for him to say something else. Only he doesn’t…. Holy shit. He’s serious. Our parents know? And they’re cool with it? My knees almost buckle. That was so not what I was expecting him to say. I make another inarticulate sound.
Dad chuckles. “But, our room is right across the hall, and so even if we are in support of whatever this is between you two, your parents don’t want to hear you going at it. Is that clear, son?”
“Crystal,” I choke out, desperate to start breathing like a normal person again.
Dad nods once, smiling again, then calls around the door, “Goodnight, Isla.”
“’Night, Frank,” I hear from behind me.
When I close the door and turn to face her, Isla is laughing into her fist. “Oh my God!” she whisper-shrieks.
“Did that just happen?” I’m honestly not quite sure if I dreamed the entire thing.
She nods, eyes wide and locked on mine.
“That was so fucking weird.”
“The weirdest,” she confirms.
I fall back onto the bed, staring straight up at the ceiling, still reeling. Isla joins me, curling herself in next to me.
“Are you okay?” she chuckles, more amused than horrified by this whole thing.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I think I’d be less surprised right now if my dad just admitted he was actually an alien sent from outer space.”
Isla laughs again, then runs her hand down my chest, stopping at my waistband.
I catch her hand in mine. “It was also a total boner killer.”
Not discouraged, she pulls her hand from my grasp, she places it right over my zipper, and strokes the soft bulge. “I might be able to do something about that.”
Turning her chin toward mine so I can meet her eyes, I give my head a firm shake. “Are you insane? They can hear us. They’re right across the hall.”
Her lips press together teasingly. “Then I guess we’ll have to be super quiet.”
I give her an uncertain look.
“I’m up for the challenge. Are you?” she asks, drawing down my zipper before I can respond.
My breath gets stuck in my throat as Isla reaches one hand inside my boxer briefs and draws out my aching dick. I should push her away, stop her, do something… But I can’t make the words leave my throat.
“Jesus, Morgan,” she whispers. “Did this thing get bigger?”
Taking over, I stroke it once while her eyes widen. “Take off your shirt. The bra too,” I say, lifting up on one elbow.
Isla is a good little student. Scratch that, she’s the star pupil, because faster than I would have thought possible, she’s stripped herself free of her shirt, lacy bra, and the skinny jeans she was wearing.
“Beautiful,” I whisper.
Isla takes over, putting her hand over mine to stroke my cock again.
I suppress a chuckle as appreciation rolls through me. “We have to be quiet,” I whisper.
She nods. “We will.” Her voice is barely audible, giving me hope that maybe we can do this.
I bite my lip, watching her delicate hand move over me. “Put your mouth on it?”
She smiles and lowers her lips to my cock. “Happy to.”
At the first wet stroke of her tongue, a groan rumbles in my chest. I touch her hair, brushing my fingers through the silky dark waves as I watch her work me over with admiration.
I fight off a hot shiver as she cradles my balls in one hand and strokes all the way down my cock with the other.
Jesus, she’s learned a thing or two since the last time we were together.
“Gonna make me come,” I groan out on a whisper.
Isla pulls off me with a wet sound. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispers.
My body is screaming yes, yes, yes. My head, however, takes over, and I look down to meet her eyes. “Have you done that before?”
She nods. “Yes. There were two guys last year. I… experimented, after we, ya know….”
I nod. I don’t need all the details. I just wanted to make sure she knew what she was really asking for.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
She nods, slipping her panties down over her hips. “Get a condom.”
Damn. That’s hot.
I obey. Once it’s on, I move over top of her, my length nudging her entrance as my lips touch the space between her neck and shoulder. My hips buck gently into her, and she whimpers in response. Encouraged, I press a kiss to her mouth. “You sure? We could do other stuff…”
She shakes her head. “I want you. I always have.”
With a slow inhale to fill my lungs, I thrust up into the tightest heat I’ve ever felt and let out a low groan. Catching myself, I bite my lip and fight to stay quiet.
Isla isn’t as disciplined. At the first soft moan she makes, I place my palm over her mouth covering it securely.
“Stay nice and quiet for me while I fuck you, okay?” I meet her eyes—they’re dark and filled with her desire.
She nods, but I keep my hand pressed over her mouth. There’s something insanely erotic about covering her mouth with my hand while I pump in and out of her in slow, steady thrusts.
She whimpers against my palm, meeting my eyes with a half-lidded gaze. She tilts her pelvis to meet mine and I sink all the way in, until there’s no more separation between us, until there’s just heat and electricity and. So. Much. Pleasure.
Part of me still can’t believe this beautiful girl, who I’m insanely attracted to, is giving herself to me like this. I must be the luckiest bastard in the world.
“You feel so good,” I whisper on a groan. “You’re incredible. So sexy.”
She nods once, her head bobbing with my palm still pressed against her lips. I know what she’s saying. You are too.
I give my hips an experimental thrust, going deep. Isla’s breath catches in her throat.
“Can you stay quiet if I move my hand?”
She nods.
I remove my hand and then carefully change up our positions so I’m flat on my back and she’s perched on top of me.
“You okay like this?” I whisper.
She nods again.
“I want to watch you ride me,” I say with a cocky smirk, tucking my hands behind my head.
Rising to the challenge, Isla plants her palms against my abs and moves—bouncing against me with the most delicious friction moving up and down my shaft in a nice, steady rhythm.
Maybe I hadn’t thought this position through, because watching her move above me, the way her breasts bounce, the soft skin of her belly leading down to the gorgeous sight between her legs, the way her chest rises with her quick inhalations… it does something to me.
Shit.
She’s going to make me come too soon and disgrace myself.
“Fuck, Morgan,” she moans, leaning over me so her breasts rub against my chest. The skin to s
kin contact feels incredible and all my nerve endings are raw. I’m not going to last. That much is certain.
She grabs a fistful of sheets in her hands, nuzzling her face into my neck. Her entire body is trembling.
“Come for me, Isla.”
It’s barely a few seconds later… and she obeys, tightening around me as her body quakes. She comes apart, unraveling completely, gasping in my arms while I hold her, and my orgasm quickly follows. I spill myself in hot, wet bursts into the end of the condom. I feel dizzy and breathless.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, voice hoarse as I press a kiss to her temple.
A few moments later, after I’ve dealt with the condom, we’re cuddled together in a breathless heap, her hair sticking to both of our skin. She curls into my side, her arm flung across my chest. I’m comfortable with her here in my space, and I like knowing that she feels comfortable with me too.
“Best night ever,” she breathes, a smile floating on her lips. “Thank you, Morgan.”
I turn to face her, brushing a few stray hairs from her forehead as I shake my head, still blown away by this amazing woman. “Thank you.”
She swallows, looking unsure for a moment. “So what happens now?” she asks.
I chuckle. That is a very good question. I never anticipated having a real shot with her. Never anticipated that our parents would be cool with us as a couple. But knowing that they are? It opens up a whole new realm of possibility.
“First off, you’re staying the night in my bed, not on the couch.”
She giggles. “Okay. And then after?”
“How about we discuss that over pancakes tomorrow morning,” I suggest, tucking her in closer against me. “And bacon.”
I can feel Isla’s answering smile against my skin. “I think I’d like that.”
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