bubba || c.b

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Morgan's POV

I stir, trying to get myself back to sleep only to realize I quite literally can not move. I have arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I am laying- more like straddling something warm and hard. I wiggle slightly, only for the arms to tighten around me, a groan to sound from underneath me, and something hard to press right between my legs against me, making my insides flutter.

My eyes shoot open and I am met with a neck and jawbone that I want oh so badly to lick. I behave and let my eyes wander down to his chest, bringing my arm from around his neck to trace the tattoo there. I occupy myself for a while, but get restless. Judging by the sun rising, and Mia snoring beside me, I know that it is early- maybe 6am.

I sigh, damn work has my internal alarm clock ringing around this time every morning.

I lift my head, looking at him for the first time this morning, and I can't help the smile that covers my face. I quite literally examine every inch of his face. The way his eyebrows are slightly scrunched, the way his eyelashes brush his cheeks that are slightly pink from the warmth of this bed, his lips parted slightly. The boy doesn't have a single pimple, his skin flawless and glowing.

"It's not nice to stare Morgan." he whispers, and that low sleep infused morning voice makes me want to clamp my legs shut.

His eyes peek open and I hide my face into his neck out of embarrassment.

"Morning" I whisper against his neck.

"Mmmm" he replies, and I feel his hands wandering, over my ass and onto my thighs.

"How long have you been up?" he asks.

"Half hour or so, couldn't go back to sleep. I tried to get up so I didn't bother you."

"You getting up would have been what bothered me, I want you right here." he grunts, giving my butt a little pat.

"I am suffocating you, I don't even know how you're breathing." I huff.

"Oh what a great way to die." he chuckles

That earns him a smack to the chest.

"I don't even know how this happened." I say with a wiggle.

He groans, and I yet again feel his erection between my legs, now pressed flush against me.

"Sorry" I whisper.

"I'm not." he said, bucking his hips slightly into me.

I peek over at Mia and see that she has invaded the whole other half of the bed, having all the room in the world.

"Look at this little shit." I say nodding my head in her direction.

"The princess gets what she wants. You might have bruises from the way she was kicking and punching you last night in her sleep. That's why I pulled you over here." he says with a chuckle.

"Great. More the merrier." I mutter, sitting up on his lap with a groan, ignoring his dick, lifting my hands into my hair that had fallen out of it's bun, and then above my head to stretch- my shirt rising even higher.

"Tease." he whispers, looking at my lower half and licking his lips.

I wiggle my hips in response, feeling bold this morning. And let's face it, I was bound to wake up horny after sleeping on him all night.

His hands grip my hips underneath my shirt, almost urging me to keep going, but I know I can't. Getting a morning O with my 11 year old sister sleeping peacefully next to me isn't exactly ideal.

"Little miss cock block." warning him, I lean down toward his face.

One hand leaves my hip to grip my chin and pull me to him, pressing his lips to mine. He moans. Between my legs ignites. Damn pretty boy. My kryptonite.