Rest Stop

Chapter 6

If Morgan hadn’t been completely distracted, she would have been straight up pissed. She had wasted so much time with Brian and his obviously less than stellar sexual prowess. So many years when she could have been enjoying this kind of sex. The kind that made you see stars and moan strangers’ names and not feel a bit bad about it. When the lights had come back on and Dean’s luscious mouth had been latched onto her nipple, she had wanted to scream from the rooftops that such a gorgeous, gorgeous man wanted her. Then she had screamed because he was so damn good at what he was doing. She didn’t want to know how he had perfected his technique, but she thanked God that he had. Everything he did had been fantastic; his hands touched with the right pressure and his lips kissed with the right amount of passion.

And then he had dropped to his knees in front of her and she had lost all ability to think clearly. Again, it was just another reminder of how much Brian hadn’t deserved her, considering he wanted an award every time he had gone down on her. Dean, on the other hand, appeared to think it was a privilege, not an obligation. A feeling that definitely showed in his work.

When he had slid his tongue inside her the first time, Morgan had made an incredibly girly sound; one that she was convinced she had never made before. His mouth and fingers combined had quickly sent her over the edge. He had been unselfish so far, ensuring that she was satisfied before he was completely naked. After she had calmed down she had been prepared to return the favor, even looking forward to it, but Dean had surprised her again by being more interested in other activities. He was prepared and put on protection, extra large protection by the way, without being asked.

Morgan had never had sex against a wall, but she was definitely willing to try. Dean was coaching her along, helping her wrap her legs around his waist. The fact that he could hold her up without breaking a sweat had turned her on more than she had been. She held her breath as he began to slowly enter her.

If she had been a screamer, she would have been as Dean filled her. His cock stretched her, reaching places inside her that had never been touched. She could tell by the tension in his arms and neck that he was trying to be gentle, but at this point, she didn’t want gentle. She ran her hand down his arm and gripped his muscle, her pussy tightening around his dick as she did. “Dean,” she whispered. It took a minute for him to realize she wasn’t just moaning his name. When his beautiful hazel eyes met hers, she smiled and said, “You’re not going to hurt me.” He stilled his movements for a second, processing her comment. Then he gave her that sexy grin and slammed his entire length into her.

She had died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for feeling like she did. Her whole body was tingling, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet that were locked at the small of Dean’s back. His voice was deep and rough as he growled, “Fuck,” when he was buried inside her.

“We are,” she replied, surprised she could speak. “Very well, I might add.”

He smiled again and did an incredibly erotic thing with his hips that caused his cock to swirl inside her. She gasped aloud from the sensations and then the warning he gave her. “Hang on.” He shifted her weight, pulled out and plunged into her again. Morgan gasped, the breath leaving her lungs. He was powerful and amazing and she was so happy to be here. Dean started a rhythm; a shallow thrust, a deep thrust and a roll of his hips. She was moaning with each movement he made. When she thought he couldn’t do anything more to excite her, he began talking.

“God you’re so tight. Fuck, you’re beautiful, so beautiful.” Her legs reflexively tightened around him, bringing him closer to her. She raised her hips to meet each stroke, her inner walls contracting around him. He stopped when he was embedded inside her and persuaded, “Christ, Morgan, do that again darlin’.” She complied, squeezing his dick with muscles she had forgotten she had. He groaned and buried his head in the crook of her shoulder. She smiled slightly to herself, then echoed his groan when he began moving again.

She felt another orgasm building, surprised that she could recover from her first so quickly. Dean’s thrusts picked up speed and Morgan dropped her lips to his neck, the closest skin of his she could reach. Then, he slipped his hand between them and ran his thumb over her clit. She whimpered, sucking on his earlobe. “Again,” she whispered. “Please.” He increased the pressure on her nub.

“C’mon Morgan, come for me,” he ordered quietly, slamming into her one last time. She screamed as stars exploded behind her eyes. She felt Dean find his own release as she did, his cock pulsing inside her. He slowed down and kissed her, much softer than he had before. Morgan kissed him back, tugging at his full bottom lip with her teeth. He released her thigh and her legs slid down his until she was standing on her own feet. He broke away from her mouth for a minute to dispose of the used condom.

She leaned against the wall, exhilarated from what had just happened. Dean came back to her, taking her in his arms as he did. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying focus on his nudity and not her own. She brushed her lips across his bare chest, then laid her check against the same spot. Dean stroked his hand down her back and said, “That was an eventful trip to the bathroom.” Morgan laughed quietly and found herself blushing.

“I don’t know,” she answered, “happens all the time to me.” Dean snorted and slapped her lightly on the ass. She laughed again. After a minute more of staying in his embrace, she sighed. “I guess we should get dressed.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” He stole a quick kiss from her before leaning down to find his jeans. “I wonder what Sam and Kelsey are up to.”

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Kelsey was up to her eyebrows in gorgeous, gorgeous aroused male and loving every minute of it. She was still basking in the glow from the first orgasm Sam had given her and was waiting what she was convinced would be an even better one. She watched appreciatively as he stripped off his last piece of clothing. She tried not to drool as he returned to her side, admiring his body as he did. She couldn’t help but stare at his corded arms as he placed one of either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her. It had been way too long since a man who knew what he was doing had kissed her. When he pulled back slightly, she lazily sat up and moved to one side. He frowned at her, a confused look on his face, so she explained. “You said I got to be on top.”

Sam’s eyes darkened even more at her statement, and he responded. “That I did. I’m glad to see you were paying attention.”

She grinned and nodded. “I always was a very good student.” She reached out and took his wrist, tugging him up on to the table. “In fact, I’d like to try for some extra credit, if you don’t mind.” She realized what she had said and grimaced. “Okay, don’t hold that stupid comment against me.”

“I’ll consider it,” Sam answered, his dimples out in full force, “depending on what this so-called extra credit is.” He was now reclining on the pool table next to her and Kelsey thought he looked like the best buffet she’d ever seen. She placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. He took the hint and laid down completely, his long legs hanging off the table.

She bit her lip as she studied her options. Everywhere she looked, there was a part of him that she wanted to explore with her hands or taste with her mouth, or both. Sam was a walking advertisement for sex and she couldn’t wait to get started. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. When her hand passed back by his mouth, he grabbed it and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm of her hand. She sighed happily, but then reclaimed it. “Nope, it’s your turn now,” she said seriously.

She leaned over his large frame, and began dropping kisses across his broad shoulders. Sam moaned encouragingly and threaded his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head gently. She continued her exploration, moving her mouth from his shoulders down to his muscled chest. She ran her hand down his stomach and traced his taut muscles, feeling them flex even more under her fingertips. Everywhere she touched, she was greeted by warm, smooth skin and groans of satisfaction from her willing victim. Sam had released his grip on Kelsey’s hair and was stroking her naked breast. She hummed happily and gave him a gentle bite on his hipbone.

“Oh, Kels,” he breathed, his thumb running over her nipple. She looked up from her work and met his heavy-lidded eyes. Her slight smile turned into a mischievous grin as she suddenly moved further down his body, licking the belled head of his erect cock. “Fuck!” he all but shouted, surprised by her aggressive action. Kelsey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, took a deep breath and slid her lips over his length, until his tip brushed the back of her throat. When Sam’s hips left the pool table, she congratulated herself on still having it. She sucked gently, rolling her tongue around his shaft, until she realized he was talking to her.

“No, baby, I don’t wanna come like that.” She raised her head, dragging her teeth over him, lightly, as she did. Sam groaned again, then coaxed her up to his lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, framing her face with one hand. Kelsey heard a rustle of plastic and broke away from his kiss to see what he was doing. When she saw he was opening a condom, she took it from his hand and rolled it on his dick slowly. “You’re killing me, Kels,” he said, shifting one of her legs so that she was straddling him. He stroked between her legs, causing her to squirm back against his hardness.

“I wouldn’t want to do that,” she answered, when she was coherent again, and she lifted herself on her knees. Giving him another smile, she began to lower herself onto his cock. They both groaned out loud as Sam entered her. “Oh God,” Kelsey sighed. Sam placed his hands on her hips, guiding her as she began moving up and down, each time taking more of his length into her. After a few minutes, he was embedded completely inside her. He growled and she sighed at the sensation.

They soon established a rhythm and Sam skimmed his hands up her sides to her breasts. He cupped them, tweaking her nipples between his long fingers. She gasped at the contact, which made him repeat his action. Kelsey felt her inner muscles contracted with each pluck of Sam’s fingers. She was definitely beginning to see the benefits of his favorite position, especially when one of his hands, moved from her nipple to her clit. She whimpered when the rough pad of his thumb brushed her sensitive spot, a borderline electric shock running through her body. She forced her eyes to cooperate and met his eyes. He had his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, the tendons in his neck strained. He was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

She increased the speed of her movements and he began thrusting his hips upwards to meet hers. The breath left her lungs every time his swollen cock entered her and she felt her orgasm beginning at the base of her spine. Sam obviously recognized the signs as well and began plunging into her faster.

“Oh, please, Sam,” she whispered, “please.” Obeying her request, he applied more pressure to her clit and to her breast and she shrieked as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her orgasm triggered his, and he groaned loudly as he came inside her. Suddenly unable to support herself, she collapsed on top of him, completely spent. She propped her head up on his chest and grinned at him.

“That,” she drawled, “was fantastic.” She dropped a kiss on his chest, the leaned up further and kissed his mouth. She could feel him smile against her lips. When she pulled away from him, he responded,

“How’s that for truth or dare?”