“You know how you said this morning we have great sex?”
“I believe I said incredible.”
“Really not the point at the moment,” I turn to the fridge, getting out the jug of cold water. Never understood the phrase, a woman’s touch, until I started finding Morgan’s touch throughout my house. I reach for a glass.
“Friends with benefits, we shoulddo that.”
That glass? Yeah, smashed in small pieces around my feet. I turn, crunching the glass beneath my boots, “Come again?”
“That’s what he said?” She chuckles to herself.
And honestly, I’d laugh too, but did she really say what I think she just said? I guess we have already had sex few times, so what’s a few more?
“Morgan, have you thought this through?” I ask from the floor where I am cleaning the broken glass.
She starts wringing her hands together, her tone shifting to a more nervous tone. “I was just thinking, I’m leaving eventually like you said, right?”Yeah, thanks for the reminder. I have just gotten used to her being here.“And you’re the one that said the sex was great.”
“Incredible.”
She shoots me a look.
I stand and watch as she swallows. “Friends with benefits?” I say, trying the words out. “Rules?”
“Do we need them?”
I nod while leaning on the bench watching her. “Probably for the best.”
“Okay, rule one—we don’t tell Shane.”
“I will be taking it to my grave, cross my heart.” I cross my heart as I say it, which results in an eye roll from Morgan. “Rule two. We only sleep with each other.” I’m not looking any deeper to why that’s the rule I want to mention.
“Rule three—this ends when I leave.”
Well, obviously.
“Rule four—condoms.”
I close the distance between us. “Yeah no, normally I’d agree.” I place my hand on her hip and pull her closer to me. “But I already know how amazing your warm cunt feels around my thick cock,” I trail my tongue up along her pulse line. “Taking all of me, squeezing, begging for my cum.”
“Rhys?” She hums. “You’re turning me on.”
I jut my hips forward, making sure she feels how turned on I already am. While kissing along her collarbone, I move my hands to the button of her shorts.
Her breathing has grown shallow, coming in cute pants. “I thought we needed rules.”
“We have four.” I whisper in her ear; she shudders in my hold.
Somewhere in the distance, her phone rings again, but we both ignore it. I pop the button on her shorts and lower the zip. She’s holding on to me, moving her head to the side, giving me more access to kiss up her neck.
Her phone fucking rings again.
“I should answer that.”
But she makes no effort to move, and neither do I. My hand slides into her underwear, where I am met with her arousal. “You weren’t lying.”
She hums again and presses her hips forward, asking me, begging me to touch her, to make her come. But her phone rings for a third fucking time. Seriously, we barely get fucking coverage up here, and when I’m in the middle of teasing and playing, coverage all round.
“It might be Shane.”
