Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 25: plant the seed, watch it grow

"No rain. No flowers."

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"Morgan, stop. Stop! I'm gonna fuckin' piss myself." I am hysterical at the sight of Morgan shuffling across the floor with my shoes on her knees to look like she's small. It's hilarious and scary at the same time and has me weak. She has on a full getup, one of my fitted caps and a button-down shirt— also mine.

I'm too high for this.

"You are so weird, stop!" I try to calm down but she keeps chasing me and I can't not laugh.

Morgan falls over on the floor from laughing too hard, and finally ditches the shoes and hat.

"Phew." She stands and collects herself.

Well, until she tackles me onto the couch.

I'm winded and regain strength to wrestle Morgan's body off of mine.

"Okay, okay." She begs. "I tap out. Damn."

I let her go and laugh at how defeated she looks. "Why would you manhandle me like that?"

I drop my jaw at her. "You literally tackled me."

"Shut up." She says, slapping my face.

I'm confused but only until I see her bite her lip and then start to unbutton her (my) top.

"Oh?" I growl against Morgan's lips. Hers are soft, like always, and sweet like sugar.

"Wait!" Her voice is pitchy.

I exhale my disappoint as she pulls away from my neck.

"It's almost your birthday!" She sings.

I don't care and just run my hands up the sides of her body, under the wrinkled shirt.

She's always so soft, smells like an angel, it's enough to make me sink my teeth into her neck in the exact spot that I know drives her wild.

Her "mhm" is music to my ears, I caress her breasts and take them in. So beautiful.

"And — oh my God— we should start thinking about what you want to do. You listening, babe?" She looks down at me.

"Yeah." I breathe out, never removing my eyes from her perfect body.

I grab her hips and start moving her body against mine, losing myself for a moment.

Morgan puts her hands on my chest and catches herself before getting carried away.

"Stop." She says firmly.

I clench my jaw and toss my head back on the couch, trying to focus, but how can I when her body is on full display for me?

"I don't want a big party, Morgan." I have to emphasize. Knowing her, we'll fly to another country and she'll manage to throw some huge surprise party.

She slouches like I just bursted her bubble. "But you're getting old, we have to!"

I grab both sides of her face and bring our foreheads together to say loud and clear, "I. Don't. Want. A. Birthday. Party."

She pulls away and scrunches her nose at me. "Don't be silly, you have to celebrate."

"Why can't it just be us?" I sound like a whining bitch, I know.

"Because," she drags her words and tugs on my shirt. "other people love you and want to celebrate you, too. Now come on, let's brainstorm themes!"