So, someone complained about this being in first-person POV. Ya'll want me to change it? Or is it fine this way?
Anywho, yay, finals are over!
Hope ya'll like the new chapter :D
Updated: 05/08/2014
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I woke up, feeling really well-rested for once. Blinking the sleep away, I realize that I'm not laying on a pillow.
I'm sprawled against Mr. Morgan's chest; upon realizing this, I feel my face heat up in a deep blush as I scoot away from him and swing my feet over the edge of the bed.
"Come back," he mumbles, eyes not even open, as he reaches out for me. I'm about to speak when I hear a soft cry over the monitor that's resting on the nightstand.
"Julie," I mumble, grabbing the monitor and leaving the room. I didn't stay over so he could live his sick fantasies with me; I'm being paid to be here and help take care of the baby.
Julie's in her crib, wriggling in her sleep. I pick her up and quickly change her before getting her a bottle. After all that is taken care of, I see her fall back asleep in what looks like peace. I walk to the kitchen to get a drink when I catch sight of the clock.
It's only 6 in the morning; the sun isn't even up yet, and I'm awake. I sigh and sit at the counter, closing my eyes briefly.
I guess I fell back asleep because I awaken to the smell of coffee. Blinking, I see Mr. Morgan standing across from me, pushing a cup of the steaming liquid to me.
"Thought you could use this," he said, giving me a smile. I nod and sip it, finding it was perfectly made; not too bitter, not too sweet. "So, about today…"
"Mr. Morgan-"
"Just hear me out. I know you're nervous. So, instead of jumping your bones, which I really want to do, let me just… court you."
"Court me? Seriously? Dude I know you're older than me but you're not that old." He chuckles and moves to sit next to me, taking my cup from me.
"Benny, I am extremely attracted to you," he whispers, stroking my cheek thoughtfully.
"Yeah, I got that part." He chuckles again and rubs his nose against mine, smiling.
"Let me woo you today. Then tonight, if you're ready, let me love you."
"So I do have a choice in the matter?"
"Of course. I'm just hoping, by the time I'm done, you'll want me as bad as I want you."
"I'm not gay."
"You keep saying that. I'll believe it when you stop me. You haven't stopped me yet." I blush, because I know he's right.
I haven't stopped him; even now, he's leaning forward to kiss me, and I'm not stopping him. I'm just sitting here, letting my mind run rampant while he presses his lips against mine, tangling a hand in my hair. He pulls away and grins.
"Why don't you ever push me away?"
"I…I don't know." He grins at me and nudges my nose with his.
"You know what sounds good right now?"
"W-what?"
"A shower. Come join me. You won't regret it."
"I don't-"
"I know. I won't rape you, promise." He winks at the end of the sentence though, and I'm not sure I fully believe him.
Yet, I still let him lead me into the large bathroom, him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Mr. Morgan-"
"I really wish you'd call me Ethan." I shake my head and he smiles before starting the shower water. He strips off his shirt and walks up to me, tugging on mine. "Benny, trust me, you will enjoy this shower."
"What do you have planned?" He chuckles and kisses me, this time forcing his tongue into my mouth as his hands run up my shirt, his fingers dragging across my skin. I shiver, surprised that the contact makes my stomach twist and burn in excitement.
"You'll see," he whispers into my ear after he pulls away, ripping my shirt over my head. "Now, do you need help out of the rest of your clothes or can you do it?" I feel my face heat up as he kisses my cheeks before stripping down completely and jumping into the shower. I gulp before I strip too, hesitating before I get into the shower.
He whirls around to face me before he pins me to the wall, kissing me with such a passion that I'm shaking by the time he pulls away. He chuckles and pulls me under the warm spray, turning my back to face him and massaging my shoulders. He works his way down, fingers digging into my back and lower, once hand sneaking around to my front. I ended up leaning my head back against him, eyes slipped closed. I know where his hand is going, and I know I should stop him.
But I don't.
"Did the massage feel good?" he asks right before he wraps his hand around me. I feel my heart stutter a bit as he begins to slowly move his hand. "Tell me that it doesn't feel good, and I'll stop." I gulp, wanting to say the word.
But it won't leave my lips. My mind is fuzzy and my lips parted as he continues his ministrations on me.
"Told you'd like it; the best part hasn't even happened yet." I can only let out a low hum as he continues.
That is, until he sneaks a hand down my back and curls it against me, pushing gently.
That snaps me out of my daze as he pulled myself away from him, breathing in desperate pants as I try to make my beating heart stop.
"No," I choke out, shaking a bit. He leans against the opposite wall a moment before he pulls me towards him. I don't bother resisting since I'm still so shaken up.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, kissing me softly. "I should've asked." I shake my head and move to get out of the shower. "Wait. Let me make it up to you." Before I can ask what he means, he's down on his knees and his mouth is somewhere on me that makes my knees weak. I gasp, but that's about all I can do because dear God his tongue is doing things that make me shake before I lose it. I lean against the wall, still shaking as he stands up, chuckling at me. "You okay there kid?"
"I'm not… a kid," I get out, not much conviction behind my words. He laughs and kisses me again.
Finally, I find myself kissing back.
Wait, what?
I am kissing back.
"Come lay down with me," he whispers to me, voice husky and warm and oh dear God I'm agreeing.
"Okay." He smiles and leads me out of the shower, our clothes forgotten.
What did I just get myself into?
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So yeah… this is bumping up to M now I believe, for obvious reasons.
Hope ya'll liked it and thanks for reading so far!
See ya'll soon.
-JustMe133