Breaking the rules

Chapter 8

She moaned, she gasped. Her hands tugged at my hair, while her teeth were sunken into my shoulder blade. Her soft blue eyes rolled back when I pushed deeper into her. “Oh, so beautiful dolly.” I pushed deeper and smiled. “Come on, tell me how good I make you feel.” I know I'm such a dark soul for her, but the light in her eyes, that disappeared, turned me on so much.

“S-So good, Bucky,” Her eyes fluttered gently. Her hand passed my tattooed collar bone and down my chest. Her fingers wrapped around my sensitive bud and she squeezed. “Red,” she whispered. I stopped and backed away from her. She was panting. Her chest raised and fell fast.

I fucked up; I pushed her too far.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. I moved closer and let my hand run through her hair. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, after you put everything away, old friends are here,” she sighed. “I hate I did that to myself,” she smiled, lightly. Morana had stepped from the desk and then raised her eyes at me. I was trying to tuck myself in and she just stared at me.

“Yes, ma’am?” I questioned, zipping my fly, and pinned her to the desk again. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Where is my underwear?” she asked. Her hand wrapped around my thorny roses tattoo. “I know you have a stash in your desk.” She blushed.

“Damn, you caught me,” I chuckled, kissing her temple.

“Yeah, well, every time we ‘work’ together, your drawer opens,” she busted my bubble.

“Hey, it gets lonely without you, and I get annoyed easily,” I emphasized my frustrations. I heard quiet laughter, and that’s when I saw Morana’s rosy cheeks. If I had color in my rose tattoo, it would be her shade of blush.

“Quit having sex in here!” Quinn shouted at us. “Jesus, you two need to keep it in your pants.” I saw a group behind her and William. Morana said a group, but I didn’t know so many people.

“He was cleaning my wound,” Morana lied. Well, she didn’t. I was cleaning the bleeding I caused after my insecurities. Then we just had sex, but her friends ruined it.

“Oh… damn girl, training really?” William questioned, sitting next to a male with dark brown hair… almost like mine. His hair was darker, and when Morana smiled at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead.

Morana went towards every and gave them a hug. One male didn’t hug her and just pushed her aside. She passed one guy and went to the blonde. The blonde I met in Colorado. They all started to laugh, and I just sat down, with my pocket filled. Morana was struggling to walk around with everyone on her way. There was no way I could approach this with informality or formally. I saw how she kept pulling her skirt down, and I knew why. “Doll, come take a seat. Drink some water,” I smirked. Her waddling was adorable. She acted as if a tail was tucked between her legs. She glared at me when she sat down on the table. I placed my hand on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.

“Oh, madame Morana!” someone laughed, she didn’t even glace at them. “Ca va?”

“Ca va,” she grimaced.

“Since when do you know French?” I asked her.

“Freshman year,” Quinn responded. “She also knows Spanish. Oh Mor, what’s for lunch? I heard you’re paying.”

“Wow, she’s just the whole world then,” I smiled.

“Bitch, I’m craving chipotle,” Morana giggled. She completely ignored my comment. “So I will order from my phone