Odd Ball Out (7 page)

Chapter 8

I pretty much knew after the first few months that I wanted to marry Morgan and never let him go. He’d been so good for me, so good for Mallory. My house which had been quiet, cold and barren was now constantly filled with the smells of delicious home cooked meals, teasing, laughter, playing, fun and had in fact become a home.

I’m talking more, I can do three or four words now, but I still stutter. Morgan apparently is a medical research guru. He’s been teaching me breathing and relaxation exercises to help me speak without the stutter. Morgan says it’s helping him too, but I don’t know. He always seems happy to me. I’m not sure how to take the next step. I want us to be more, to be even closer, but I’m worried because I’m still technically his boss. I’ve thought about playfully ‘firing’ him but I worry he’ll freak out. I don’t want to become intimate when I can’t be 100 percent certain I’m not taking advantage, so I’ve held off. I need to just talk to him about it.

My mom visits only once every few days now and not for more than an hour or two. Each time she brings a treat for all of us.

It’s Friday night and mom agreed to take Mallory for the weekend so I could talk to Morgan about our future. He knows what’s up and that it’s a special night but I know he’s scared too.

After dinner we both take showers and as usual are in my bed with the overhead light off with only the soft glow of the lamp. We both have our phones but I want to try talking as much as I can.

I turn toward him and push the covers off my lap, gesturing for him to come to me. He understands and straddles my thighs. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close. By now I’m used to the erection I get holding Morgan. He gets one too. Despite Morgan’s initial, albeit clumsy, attempts to take our cuddling further, I’ve always resisted.

So when I palm his ass and abruptly pull him forward and thrust up my hips, rubbing our cocks together, he’s startled as hell. Then I see the haze of lust settle in his eyes as his gaze falls to my lips. He rolls his hips and grips my shoulders, groaning.

Okay, that’s it. Just wanted to tease him, give him a taste of what it’s like if he accepts my offer.

“Morgan.”

“mmph?”

“Tell me…” Big breath. He knows I’m not done and waits patiently. “what t-to do…” Big breath. In. Out. “…with your l-life.”

The desire vanishes from his eyes, gone in an instant and I see panic.
SHIT! NO!

I shake my head at him and grab my phone off the nightstand. He tries to move and I hold him firmly, but not trap him, just until he can see the beseeching look on my face. He does. He relaxes minutely. I’m on rocky ground and I know it. I fumble with my phone and type.

HADEN: want you so bad baby but I need to fire you first because I don’t want you staying because you’re working for me. I want you to stay because you belong here with your family, the guys that love you. I want to know what you want to do with your life so I can make it happen for you. I don’t want you to feel trapped out here and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want and still help you however I can, but I want you to stay. I want you in my bed. I want you forever.

MORGAN: okay, do it quick

HADEN: what

MORGAN: fire me get it over with

HADEN: okay. Morgan, effective immediately you’re hereby fired. You get 100 years of severance.

Morgan laughs before he types again.

MORGAN: I just want to write, that’s what I want to do. I’d like to take some classes online to help my finesse and basic writing skills, but I really do want to write and I can do that right here. I want to stay too.

HADEN: thank god I can do that okay one more question

I set my phone down again and grind our still hard cocks together, “make l-love with m-me tonight.”

I can tell he’s happy as he leans down to kiss me, but I hold up my finger in front of his lips and he gives me such and irritable look I have to laugh. I grab my phone again.

HADEN: sorry, one other thing, I want you but I don’t know what’s going to happen… you know, from before. So if I do something weird just know it isn’t you okay?

MORGAN: okay. NOW can I kiss you?

I toss my phone on the nightstand and turn to him with a seductive smile.

Our first kiss was sweet, tender and loving. Soft brushes of our lips together, hesitant and uncertain. He’s moist, warm and pliant as I slant my mouth over his luscious plump red lips. Morgan pulls back and looks at me, making sure I’m okay I think. He seems to find confirmation that I’m just dandy because he reclaims my lips in a harsh, almost punishing desperation.

Morgan mashes our mouths together and I’m startled by the aggression as his tongue thrusts into the corners of my mouth, licking at the seam of my lips, nibbling, pulling and sucking until with a low groan I slide my hands from his hips to his ass and knead. Morgan abruptly breaks away and whimpers, grinding himself down on me more.

“What. Want.”

Morgan trembles and admits timidly, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

With a growl I roll us over, pulling him down the bed with me so I’m now laying between his spread legs. He’s so much smaller than me. I don’t want to hurt him. I remember what she did to me and how good it felt, ignoring the wrongness for now, just the physical sensations. If she could do it with that big plastic thing I could do it with my own equipment and give Morgan pleasure.

Decision made, I sat up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of Morgan’s boxers. He shoots me a panicked look and I wanted to reassure him, “slow. P-p-promise. G-good.” In a gesture of unconditional love and trust, Morgan lifts his hips. I gently pull down his boxers, holding the band out in the front so not to catch his erection and make it get stuck awkwardly. I pull them down his legs and scoot to the side a bit as he bends a knee. Then I’m tugging them off him completely and dropping his underwear to the floor.

All I can do is stare at the bountiful feast laid bare before me, “so beautiful.” Morgan moves above me and I see him cover his face with both hands. I rise over him and lower my weight to one elbow, gently prying his hands away. His face is crimson and I can tell he’s acutely self-conscious and embarrassed.

I smile at him tenderly, “baby… I love you. You’re so beautiful.”

Morgan stares at me in shock, “you didn’t stutter once.”

I grin down into his delicate face, “you... Precious. Gift.”

I can tell by the look on his face he’s pleased by my words but still uncomfortable. “Love looking at you.” I drag my free hand up from his knee, to his inside thigh, right past his cock but through the soft curly hair, circle his belly button, trailing my fingertips up and up until I use the pad of my thumb to just barely graze the tip of his nipple.

His mouth flies open at the erotic contact. I kiss down his jaw, licking and kissing my way down the delicate curve of his neck, mouthing his collar bone, scraping my teeth lightly and then licking to sooth the little hurt. I continue to kiss and nibble and lick my way down his chest right past his left nipple without stopping. Then without warning when he’s least expecting it I suck it up into my mouth and tongue it hard while pinching his other nipple which is by now a hard beaded bud.

Morgan’s whole body bows under me and he cries out my name,
“Haden! Oh, oh, oh, yes…”

I slither down his body. I need to make him mine before I explode. I lick his cock from base to tip and he moans huskily, “
ughhh
…” I realize how small he is, probably just over 5 inches, not skinny but not super thick, proportional to his body. I’m proportional too, which is why I’m concerned about hurting my sweet man and determined to give him as much pleasure as possible. Hopefully that will help him relax when the time comes.

I lick his small ball sac and Morgan’s hips arch off the bed and he spreads his legs wantonly further part. I can see his taint and even a bit of his asshole. I get down there but can’t reach. I know what I need to do. I sit up on my knees and grasp Morgan’s legs at his hips, jerking him to me roughly. Then my hands are under both his knees and I’m bending him and spreading him open so I can see everything, “oh god, oh god… Morgan… ugh… have to taste you.” Then I dive in to his ass face first, thrusting my tongue straight in his wrinkled quivering puckered hole.

Morgan shrieks and is screaming incoherently, his hips wildly trying to ride by tongue. I tell him hoarsely, “hold your legs.” He does what I tell him without looking at me. As soon as my hands are free I jerk his ass onto my thighs so he’s doubled over and his ass is spread wide and open just for me. I spend my time licking and sucking and biting everywhere but at his hole.

“Haden…please… ugh… need moooorrre!”

I smile lasciviously and grip inside ass, right at the crease, right at his pucker and spread him open, darting my tongue in even deeper. Morgan is noisily and frantically begging me for more, “harder, faster, oh oh oh yeeeesss!”

I stick my finger in my mouth to slick it up and flick a glance down at Morgan. He’s so needy and crazed even knowing what I’m about to do doesn’t bother him at all if the excited gleam in his eye is anything to go by.

I dive back in with my tongue until he’s screaming and thrashing wildly once again, then I slip my finger in next to my tongue and fuck he’s tight. I keep my finger inside him, thrusting shallowly in and out. Morgan is mumbling and begging and looks to be in no pain.

I scoot back until his ass is once more against the bed. I use my free hand to fondle Morgan’s little balls. I think I could get both of them in my mouth at once and the thought has my dick throbbing. He’s moaning and panting, “Haden…god…so good…want more. Want you.”

I let go of his balls and reach over the side of the bed where I put the KY lube. I know Morgan watched me beneath his heavy lidded eyes but he was so gone he didn’t even crack a smile like he would have otherwise. I quickly lube up my hand and rub at his hole, getting him panting and begging for me.

Using my free I grip his cock and lean down to take the top of it into my wet heat and at the same time I slip two fingers to the hilt inside Morgan. He grunts and I feel him clamp down on my fingers. I pull off his dick.

“Relax.” I saw his mouth open and his head drop back, but also felt his sphincter loosen. I took his cockhead back in my mouth and started sucking the head, licking his piss slit and moving my fist up and down his shaft. Soon he was thrusting himself down on my fingers.

I pulled off him and out of him and he whined. I smirked, “not leaving.” I look up to see Morgan up on his elbows, eyes narrowed and watching me as I lube my dick. I decide to put on a little show for him, slowing down my rushed movements. “like to watch?” He nods without taking his eyes off my cock. It feels too good so I have to stop stroking myself or I’ll come.

I pour a generous portion of lube in both my hands now and Morgan looks at me curiously. I grin back at him. Kneeling down, I grip the base of his cock and as it slides into my mouth as far as I can take him and at the same time I’ve quickly thrust three generously lubed fingers up Morgan’s asshole.

I don’t know if he’s in pain or not with the sounds he’s making. But his head is thrashing back and forth and his body is trembling uncontrollably.

I match my off/out motion with my down/in motion and soon he’s wild and I know he’s going to come soon so I pull out my fingers and tug on his balls, just enough to cause discomfort and hold back his orgasm. Then I position the tip of my thick meat at that sorely abused puckered ass cavity and drive myself forward, pumping Morgan’s dick hard and fast with a well lubricated hand as I do. I don’t stop pushing into him until I get the head through.

I have to tug on his balls again. He’s really close. “Morgan. Look at me.”

He’s basically delirious. I tell him, “I’m not going to last long and I want to come with you, together, okay sweetheart?” He sends me a soft love filled look and I finish seating myself inside him all the way. He’s already rocking his ass on me, “you want more? Faster, harder, deeper?”