Bare Your Soul (6 page)

“Spread them as far as you can,” he instructed, one hand gripping my knee and squeezing. “Show me how much you want me.”

His heated gaze flared even hotter when I let my legs fall open until I was spread-eagle on the bed with the silky material from my drenched panties stretched tautly against my damp flesh. His eyes dropped lower and his lips tilted into a satisfied smirk before he traced his fingertips over my pussy. His touch was light at first, but it still made my hips jerk in response. It was so much sexier than when I touched myself, without knowing exactly what was going to come next.

“Please, Morgan,” I whimpered.

He dropped down to his knees between my spread legs and gripped my hip with one hand while the other inched the gusset of my panties to the side. I watched raptly as his head lowered, my eyes finally squeezing shut when his tongue delved between my pussy lips and then swiped upward to stroke my clit.

“Holy crap,” I gasped. He chuckled lightly, his hot breath against my skin. It felt good, but I wanted his mouth back on me. And I wanted it now. I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as my hips lifted off the mattress.

“My Angel tastes so damn good,” he whispered before demonstrating exactly how much he enjoyed eating me out. He lapped at me, tormenting me by focusing his attention on my clit until I was close to coming. Then, each time I was right at the edge, he moved down to thrust his tongue into my pussy. By the time I was tightening around his tongue, he had switched back to my clit. It felt like he’d been doing this on repeat for hours by the time I begged him to let me come.

“Please, Morgan. I don’t think I can take much more.”

He lifted his head, making me look down as I whimpered. “I guess I’d better not make you wait any longer.”

He held my gaze as he thrust a finger inside my pussy and circled my clit with his tongue. My legs tightened in response and my fingers clenched harder in his hair. When my hips jerked forward, he sucked my clit into his mouth and tugged, keeping his eyes on mine all the while. And then I splintered apart, screaming his name while I climaxed all over his hand and face. After one final lick, he pulled away from my pussy.

“That’s what I call breakfast,” he murmured. “Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet pussy, I want to start all my mornings the same way.”

“Morgan,” I gasped, dropping my gaze from his.

“You’re always beautiful when you blush, but getting to see it sweep across all your pale skin is the best sight I’ve ever seen.” He dropped a quick kiss on the inside of my thigh before climbing off the mattress. “I think I’ll have to make sure to whisper dirty things in your ear at the charity gala tonight so I can see that pretty pink color against the green silk of the dress you’re going to wear.”

I jumped out of bed and tugged on my shirt until it was covering my legs. “You’re taking me to a gala? Tonight?”

“Of course I am, Angel. Who else would I bring as my date?”

Who else indeed?

“I
feel like a fish out of water,” Angelica mumbled underneath her breath as I held her close on the dance floor. I’d led her away from our table as soon as dinner was over. It had been an incredibly long hour and a half with three high society bitches trying to sharpen their claws on my Angel while their spouses practically devoured her with their eyes. If we’d stayed a minute longer, I might have ended up beating the shit out of one, or maybe even all, of them for making her uncomfortable.

I slid one hand down her hip, enjoying the feel of her body beneath the silky material. “Only because you’re so fucking gorgeous, you stand out no matter where you go.”

I watched the blush sweep up her chest and neck at my compliment. “I am not,” she denied.

I stopped in the middle of the dance floor, wrapping her tighter in my arms so she wouldn’t get bumped into by any other couples as they danced around us. “Your natural beauty shines like a beacon in this crowd, drawing the eye of every man in the room. Those women were consumed by jealousy while their men lusted after you. It took them hours to get ready tonight and they still didn’t look half as good as you do when you first wake up in the morning.”

The pink moved to her cheeks while she stared up at me. “You’ve only seen me like that once. This morning.”

I loved how her voice trembled at the end, her eyes heating with the memory of exactly what I’d done to her.

“I guess I’ll just have to make sure it’s a sight I see every morning from now on.”

Her gorgeous green eyes widened as a pleased grin tilted the edges of her plump lips. “Every morning, huh?”

“You don’t think I’m going to let you go now that I’ve got you right about where I want you, do you?”

“I think we should go home so you can show me a little more about exactly where that is,” she suggested. I wasted no time in getting her bundled into the limo and back to my house in no time flat.

“I love that dress on you, but I’m going to enjoy watching you take it off for me even more,” I rasped out as I stripped out of my shoes, socks, shirt and pants until I stood before her in my boxers. “I never did get to fully enjoy the experience when you stripped for me last time, did I?”

“I guess you didn’t,” she agreed.

As she smiled up at me, I was struck once again by how incredibly beautiful she was. My Angel was a fucking knockout but it wasn’t just on the outside with her. She’d just dealt with a bunch of bullshit for being with me at the benefit tonight, but here she was, willing to do what I asked even though I knew damn well no other man had ever seen her naked body before me. There was no guile in her. She was all about pleasing me and tonight I was going to show her how much I needed her. And God help me, but I was determined to do it without actually taking her since she’d had several glasses of champagne with dinner.

Tugging her hand, I led her to the edge of the bed as I sat down with her standing between my knees. “Take your dress off for me, my Angel.”

The hint of innocence shining from her eyes was mixed with burning need and had my cock standing tall before she even slid the zipper down the side of her dress. The silky material drifted from her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. Tiny ones that barely covered her pussy. My eyes drifted to her legs and I easily pictured them wrapped around my hips as I drove deep into her body. The three-inch heels she was wearing made her legs look even longer, and I lifted each one to slide them off her feet.

“Morgan,” she breathed out as I reached out and ran a finger up her thighs and over her panties. They were a barrier keeping me from what was mine until I yanked hard and ripped them from her body before dropping to my knees in front of her. I heard her gasp as her fingers grabbed my shoulders and her nails bit into my skin while my tongue slid along the folds of her pussy.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured against her damp flesh.

My hands held her legs in place and I felt them tremble when I flicked my tongue against her clit. Even though the need to toss her on the floor and plunge deep inside was pushing me hard, I gently slid the tip of one finger into her wetness and moaned at how hot and ready she felt. I fingered her pussy slowly, careful not to go too deep because I wanted that barrier to still be there when I finally fucked her and made her completely mine.

My cock was so hard it hurt and I knew from the sting of her nails that she was going to leave marks on my skin, but that didn’t stop me from my relentless need to push her over the edge. I continued to flick my tongue over her hardened nub while I curled my finger inside her and rubbed. I felt her pussy flutter against me and her hips jerk forward before she let out a deep moan. Determined to make her come, I sucked harder on her clit and moved my finger faster until she let out a scream.

“Jesus, Angel,” I groaned as her pussy tightened around my finger, and she bent over to lean against my body. When I felt her hot breath against my skin, I expected her to tell me how good that felt. Instead, she surprised the hell out of me by biting down and her pussy clamped down harder on me.

Once the final twinges of her climax ended, I felt her hand as it reached between us and stroked my cock. I placed mine over hers to stop what she was doing and waited until she looked me in the eyes. “Watching you splinter apart is all the pleasure I need.”

“What if I want the same pleasure? I want to make you come, and I also want to know if you taste as good to me as I taste to you.” Her reply had my cock straining against my boxers. The determination I saw in her gaze told me she was ready to take this step with me, and I couldn’t stop the desperate moan which crept up my throat.

While Angelica lowered herself to her knees in front of me, I slid my boxers down my legs and my cock sprang free. She looked nervous as she took in my size and glanced back up at my face. “Lick me,” I urged, wrapping her hair around my hand and guiding her mouth closer to my cock until I nudged against her plump lips.

When she leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-come from the tip, my breath hissed out of my lungs and my hand fisted tightly in her hair as I held myself as still as possible. I resisted the need to drive my hips forward to send my cock deep into her throat. This was new to her and I wanted her to enjoy it so much that she wanted to blow me all the time, just like I wanted to eat her pussy every minute of every day.

“Suck me and take as much of it as you can into your mouth,” I ordered.

She eagerly complied, opening her mouth wide and sliding down on my cock, taking a few inches into her wet heat. It felt so damn good that I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold off from coming. When she took even more of me without gagging, I couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips, driving me further inside until I was nudging the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she hummed. The sight of her on her knees before me with her mouth wrapped around my cock and her dark eyes looking up at me was enough to have my balls tightening and a tingle running up my spine. I knew her first blowjob wasn’t going to last very long. It felt too damn good and it had been too long since I’d come with anything other than my hand.

“Slide me in and out of your mouth,” I instructed, grabbing the base of my cock to slow my impending orgasm and to make sure I didn’t fuck too deeply into her throat.

Slickened by her saliva, my cock slid between her lips smoothly as she sucked me off. Her tongue dipped into the tip of it, making me squirm each time my cock moved back inside. My strokes were leisurely, my hips pumping at a slow and steady pace while I enjoyed the feel of her mouth wrapped around me. When she lifted her gaze and her bright green eyes stared up at me, my control splintered. I grasped her head and held it in place while I thrust one final time. My cock jerked, come pouring down her throat as her mouth tightened around me. When I released my hold, she slowly slid her mouth off me and licked her lips. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever laid my eyes on, and I was even more determined to do whatever it took to ensure it was one I’d see for the rest of my life.

A
s I wandered through the campus bookstore, I smoothed down the skirt I was wearing, irritated at the realization that Morgan was right. He had a habit of being right, too, and it drove me nuts. This afternoon, before he’d left the house to go back to the office after lunch, he’d suggested I go up and change outfits since I was going to come to the campus by myself. I’d deliberately picked it in the hopes of tempting him into taking my virginity, and he’d had the nerve to tell me I should change.

Of course I hadn’t switched my outfit, purely out of frustration. I was paying for it because I was damned uncomfortable being out and about in such a revealing skirt. It was why I was ignoring the sound of my cell phone as text after text came through.

“An entire month,” I mumbled to myself, thinking of all the ways Morgan had found to torture me as day after day had passed with my virginity still intact. The stubborn ass got my panties wet with just a look. He could make me come with the barest of touches. I’d touched every inch of his skin with my hands and tasted it with my lips and tongue. He’d done the same to me, giving me too many orgasms to count. And yet, he continued to refuse to give me the ultimate relief no matter how much I begged. “Tenacious bastard.”

“Whoever he is, it sounds like his loss is my gain.” The masculine voice startled me, seemingly coming out of thin air. I swiveled my head, only to find a preppy looking college guy standing to my right.

“Pardon me?”

“I couldn’t help but notice you seem a little peeved. The way you were mumbling, I figured it had to be a boyfriend.” He paused, flashing me a cocky grin. “Maybe an ex?”

“Very much not an ex,” Morgan growled from behind me.

Oh shit.
Morgan had hunted me down at the bookstore only to find me standing here while some random college guy tried to flirt with me—probably because I was kind of dressed like a slut. I turned around, and there he was, glaring over my head.

“I thought we were meeting back at the house later?” I asked, hoping to draw his attention my way before he did something stupid like punch the guy. When he lowered his gaze to glower at me, I couldn’t help but regret the shift in his focus.

“I got worried when I couldn’t reach you.” He tugged my phone from my purse, examining the screen before handing it to me. “Which is odd because it doesn’t look like the battery is dead or the ringer is turned off.”

I cringed, knowing he’d caught me ignoring him. “Yeah, about that—”

“Not here,” he cut me off, wrapping one hand around my arm and leading me out of the store and to his car which was parked illegally at the curb.

“You know what you saw in there was perfectly innocent, right?” I asked after he’d pulled out of the parking lot.

“I’m used to dealing with guys trying to flirt with you, Angel,” he growled. “But what I’m not used to dealing with is you going out dressed like that when I’m not with you. I’m also not accustomed to you neglecting to return my texts or calls.”