“You’re such a good girl.” He nibbled on her ear. She didn’t move, though her body shook. “What do you want, baby girl? You need to say the words.”
“I…I want to touch you.”
He smiled, nipping at her neck. “What else?”
“I want to come. Please, Morgan…should I call you Sir?”
He kicked at her right foot gently forcing her legs to spread. “I want you to call me Morgan.” He paused. “Actually, you can call me Morgan or, like you did in the shop, Mr. McAllister. I liked when you were bratty to me then, but know that if you’re too bratty, I will punish you.”
“Okay, Morgan.”
“Good girl. Now keep your legs spread.” He palmed her ass, squeezing and molding the globes before running his finger down the crack. She shivered as he tapped her puckered hole. “Do you want my cock in your ass?”
He had one hand on her neck so he could feel her swallow hard though he couldn’t see her eyes. He’d turn her soon so he could see each and every reaction.
“I’ve had decent anal sex before, but never anything earth shattering,” she answered.
He swatted her bottom twice in quick succession. She let out a little scream and he grinned at the rosy marks he’d left. She’d redden nicely.
“Don’t compare me to other men, little Callie. I asked you if you wanted my cock in your ass.”
“Yes, Mr. McAllister.”
Damn, but he liked the sound of that. He continued his exploration of her body, running his fingers through her drenched folds.
“You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to eat this pussy of yours. Do you want that? Do you want my mouth on your cunt, eating and licking up every inch of you?”
“God yes. Please. Please eat me.”
He grinned and moved back. She whimpered, so he turned her in his arms. “Don’t worry, Callie, I won’t leave you wanting for too long.” He crushed his mouth to hers, unable to wait any longer. She arched into him and he let her, knowing that he’d have her writhing even more for him soon.
He walked her backwards toward his bed, eager, wanting, craving. When he pulled away, she reached for him, trying to kiss him again. He gripped her small wrists in one hand and gently raised them over her head.
The position forced her tits out and arched her back.
Such a fucking beautiful pose.
“I want you to grip the bedpost behind you. Can you do that?”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, breathless.
He raised a brow. “I asked you a question, sub.”
She swallowed and nodded.
“Out loud, Callie.”
“Yes, yes I can do that.”
“Show me.”
She wrapped her hands around the bedpost while she licked her lips.
“Nice. Now if I eat that pretty cunt of yours, are you going to be able to keep your arms up? If not, I can tie you up right now. In fact, I am going to do that sometime. Let me know if you’ll be a good girl and do it yourself right now.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
She looked so open, so earnest, and he couldn’t help but cup her face and kiss her softly. “I know, honey. You’re trying so hard. I’m going to reward you.”
“Please.”
He kissed her again and trailed his lips over her neck, her shoulders, then down between her breasts. He sucked on each nipple, pulling back once they were red, aching. She moaned, wiggling against the bedpost, but not letting go. Then he moved down her belly, laving at her belly button before kneeling before her. He spread her legs so he could take his fill.
“So fucking wet, Callie. You’re sopping.” He trailed his finger over her clit, loving the whimpers escaping from her mouth, then rubbed along her labia. He pulled away, his finger covered in her juices. When he met her gaze, he licked his finger clean, groaning at her sweet taste. “Like peaches,” he whispered.
He spread her wider, running his thumbs along her pussy. Then he leaned down and latched onto her clit, sucking and scraping his teeth along the hood, before lapping her up. He ran two fingers along her slit then entered her, curling his fingers so he found her G-spot.
She shook, but again, didn’t let go.
“Morgan, oh God, Morgan. I’m going to come. Please. Please let me come.”
Jesus, he loved the fact she asked. She wanted his permission and that above all else told him it was time to let her come so he could be inside her.
He rubbed his finger along the sensitive bundle of nerves and looked up. “Come.”
She met his gaze and shattered. Her eyes going glassy as she arched her back. Her fingers turned white where she gripped the bedpost.
She didn’t let go.
He fucked her with his fingers, pumping in and out of her as hard as he could without hurting her, letting her come down from her release. When she stopped shaking, he pulled out and stood up.
“Bend over the bed, little Callie.”
She nodded, her body rosy pink from her orgasm.
“First,” he said, then kissed her, taking each mewl and moan as his success. “Can you taste yourself on me?”
“Yes.”
“You like it?”
“Only on you,” she said softly and Morgan groaned.
Jesus, he couldn’t get enough of her. “Bend over, baby.”
While she did, he quickly pulled off his clothes, and got the condom out of his wallet. The next time he took her, he’d use the ones from his nightstand. He rolled it over his length then walked toward her.
“You look perfect bent over in front of me, Callie.”
She wiggled her ass, drawing a laugh out of him. He smacked her bottom and she gasped. “That hurt,” she said as she looked over her shoulder.
“Did I tell you that you could look at me?” he asked, then smacked her other cheek. He ran his hands over her, taking out the sting.
“I’m sorry, Mr. McAllister.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Please, Morgan. Please, fuck me.”
He smiled at her begging then gripped her hips. The bed was at just the right height so that he didn’t have to do any fancy maneuvering in order to slide right into her heat. First, though, he cupped her sex.
“You’re so fucking hot, Callie. You’re wet, ready, and willing. I’m going to fuck you hard, fuck you until neither of us can think. Then, when we’re ready, I’m going to make slow love to you, and watch you come as you grip my cock, milking me until we’re both spent.”
“I love that you’re a dirty talker.”
He grinned. “Just you wait and see.” He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly entered her. They both groaned at the feeling. “Jesus, you’re fucking tight.”
“I think it’s the fact that you’re fucking big.”
He chuckled. “You’re a smart ass, but thank you for the compliment.” Sweat trickled down his back and the cords on his neck stood out, but he had to go slow until she grew accustomed to his girth. He didn’t want to hurt her.
When he was all the way in, he paused, trying to gauge her. “You okay, little one?”
“Uh huh,” she said, her voice strained. “I need you to move though. Please, for the love of God, move. I want you to fuck me, Morgan. I’m not fine china. I won’t break.”
He slapped her ass again and was rewarded with her cunt clamping around his dick. “Tone, girl. Watch it.”
“Then fuck me,” she snapped.
He smacked her again then moved. He pulled out slowly, then pummeled back into her. His balls tightened and he cursed. No, he wouldn’t come so quickly, not now. Not ever. He couldn’t help it that Callie was one hot piece of everything he thought he’d never have.
He set a grueling pace, keeping them both panting. Her hands dug into the comforter and he knew she was close. “Come one more time, baby.”
She arched her back and he thrust upward so she could come. When she screamed his name, he pulled out and flipped her on her bac
k. Before she could catch her breath, he had her legs spread and was fucking her again.
“Jesus, Morgan. Oh, my God.”
He met her sex-drunk gaze, and growled. “Mine, Callie. Do you understand? You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she panted.
He put her legs on his shoulders and bent her so that he could reach her lips in a bruising kiss, all the while sliding in and out of her sweet cunt. Thank the gods she was so flexible. He was going to have fun with her.
“Morgan,” she gasped then opened her mouth in a scream, coming once more around his dick. He couldn’t take it anymore and followed her, filling the condom quickly. Damn, he was pretty sure he’d come so hard, he’d overfill the damn thing if he wasn’t careful.
When they slowed, he didn’t want to pull out of her, so instead he used the last of his strength to push her up on the bed while he was still deep inside her.
“You feel so good around my cock, Callie,” he whispered, kissing down her jaw. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, just wanting to touch her.
Her hands slowly ran up his back and down again. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a week.”
He kissed her again. “Good.”
She smiled and he knew he was lost. Damn, he didn’t know what would come of the two of them, nor did he know what he wanted to happen. What he did know was that he liked her in his arms, in his bed.
Now he just needed to figure out what to do with what he felt.
Or rather, put a name to those feelings in the first place.
Chapter Eight
Was there such a thing as too much sex? Callie didn’t think so. She sat gingerly down on the stool at her station and held back a wince. Okay, so maybe there was such a thing as too much sex. Flashes of how well she’d been taken care of the night before filled her mind and she blushed. When he’d bent her over that table and showed her exactly how bad a girl she’d been…well, her ass still showed the marks.
She and Morgan had been together for two weeks and had been together each night. Half of the nights they did nothing more than eat out and cuddle, but it was something.
She would say they’d gone from zero to sixty in a flash, but in all honesty, they weren’t spending that much time together. Between her new clients and his job, they only had a few hours here and there. Instead of getting downtime, she spent it with Morgan, getting to know him and how they worked together. It wasn’t like they had keys to each other’s places yet. Sure, she’d met his mother, but that was a whole other matter all together.
Meeting another’s parents shouldn’t include dirty names and judgments. Well, on second thought, that could be what happened with others, but not necessarily what Callie wanted when it came to a relationship with anyone.
She shook her head. Nope, she wasn’t going to go there. She didn’t want to think about expectations and people she wanted to stay away from. Instead, she’d focus on her art, herself, and enjoying her time with Morgan.
Today though, she’d see him again and not just for making her hot. This time he was coming in for more of the work on his back and then she’d work on the outlines on his arms. Those she knew would hurt more than the others he’d had so far. In fact, he’d been stoic and seemed comfortable during their previous session. This time for his ink would be the first time she’d have her hands on him professionally since she’d had her hands on him in the yummy, sweaty kind of way.
“What is that hip shake for?” Morgan asked from behind her and she jumped, her hand over her heart.
She turned, blushing at being caught dancing. Again. Considering she hadn’t even known she’d been doing a little hip shake at the thought of getting naked with the man in front of her, she felt her cheeks heat up even more.
“You scared the crap out of me,” she said, trying not to sound so breathless. This was just Morgan, why was she acting like she hadn’t seen him in years? In fact, she’d left his bed that morning so she could get to work. He was already up and dressed by the time she got ready and she was fine with that. Normally they didn’t have shower sex since that tended to take up so much time they both ended up running late, so she hadn’t missed it that morning.
He cocked his head, his lips twitching. Damn she loved his expressions. He never tried to be too open, too exuberant, but the small touches made it for her. She probably shouldn’t have thought things like that because it brought her one step closer to falling in love with the man, but she couldn’t help it.
They hadn’t discussed whether they were serious or not, nor had they talked about the future. Why would they? It had only been a couple of weeks and they were still getting to know one another, but the idea of something more with him than just right now started to settle over her.
She was only in her mid twenties, and most of her friends her age weren’t ready to settle down and think about having only one person in their lives until the end. That didn’t mean she never thought about what it would be like to be married and have children, but it had never really been on her radar. Not seriously anyway.
Damn though, it wasn’t as if she was really thinking of Morgan that way. They hadn’t even been dating for a month yet so she wasn’t about to picture a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. She was so not ready for that, but for some reason she was ready to think past the next month when it came to a man in her life
Scary.
Morgan cupped her face and she blinked up at him. Damn, she must have been lost in her own thoughts while he stared at her.
“You okay, Callie?”
She nodded and he shook his head.
“Words, little Callie. I need to hear your words. I’ve asked you if you were okay three times now and you’ve been in your own little world. What’s wrong, girl?”
She leaned into his palm and sighed. Was it wrong that she loved when he called her girl or little Callie? To her, it meant he cared even though they had the age difference that might bother others. There was nothing wrong with fifteen years and since she was enjoying herself, she should just live it to the fullest.
“I’m okay,” she said honestly. “Just thinking and apparently being a bad girlfriend.”
She froze. Girlfriend? Damn it. It wasn’t like they were in high school and Morgan was far from that point. Nowhere had they used those terms and now she’d just blurted it out.
Morgan smiled and lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers. Her body relaxed immediately, turning into a pool of Callie at his touch alone.
“If something is bothering you and I don’t know about it, that makes me a bad boyfriend.”
The little cheerleader inside her head did a little happy dance. He likes me, he really likes me. Okay, Sally Field, that’s enough of that.
Relieved she hadn’t made a mistake with the careless use of a word that could mean so much, she pulled back and stood on her toes. She kissed his chin and his eyes warmed.
“Honestly, I’m good. Just being an airhead. So...you want to get started?” She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms. So. Freaking. Sexy. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“You just want to get me naked,” he whispered.
She blushed harder and licked her lips.
He growled low and leaned down to bite her bottom lip. Her toes curled and she cleared her throat. While it would be fan-freaking-tastic to make out with him and taste every inch of him, she was fully aware they were in the middle of the shop.
She could practically feel Sloane’s and Austin’s gazes bore into her back. Yeah, probably not the best place to show so much affection when she was supposed to be working on Morgan’s ink, not his kink.
“Get a room!” Maya called from her side and Callie snorted. Trust Maya to break the moment.
Callie turned on her heel and put her hands on her hips. “Excuse me. I have my own little cubby right here.” She used her fingers to make a box around her. “That’s a room.”
Sloane huffed a laugh. “
Maybe get one with walls next time if you’re going to heat up the shop with just a hello.” He smiled as he said it and Callie relaxed. She’d been worried that her friends—family—would be worried or at least a little judgmental about her and Morgan, but she shouldn’t have been. At least from what she saw, they were okay with it, if albeit a little overprotective, but they were like that with any man she brought by.
Morgan’s arm came around her waist and settled over her hip, his fingers playing with the peek of skin between her top and short skirt. Her knees trembled and she bit her lip. Damn the man’s touch alone made her want to come.
So not the place for it considering she had to work on his back and arms today.
“Okay crew, get back to your work. I’m going to do mine.”
Austin raised a brow even as he kept his needle on his client. “Sure honey, you go do that.” He grinned and she rolled her eyes.
Boys.
She turned again and looked up at Morgan. “Okay, strip.”
He raised a brow of his own but she held firm. “Isn’t that usually my line?” he asked softly.
Not too softly since Sloane laughed behind her.
Boys. Again.
“Hey, you want ink? You strip.” She leaned closer. “And if you’re a good boy I’ll be a bad girl for you in this skirt of mine,” she whispered.
Morgan scowled then leaned even closer. “You know how uncomfortable it’s going to be sitting with a fucking hard-on while you work on me?”
She smiled. “Then we better get to work.”
He undid the buttons on his shirt and stripped it off. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to pull her gaze—and her hands—away from his firm chest and lickable abs. It wasn’t fair that he could look so good and she had to be good as well. Only the promise of being oh-so-bad later made this worth it. Well, that and the fucking kickass ink he would be getting by hers truly.
Her fingers itched to trace the little star burst on his hip but she refrained. She could play with the lines of ink on his back since she was the one who put them there and would be adding more today, but playing with his hips and having her hand near his dick wouldn’t help either of them.
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