Underestimated Too(12)

“Hey, what’s the matter?” I softly spoke, picking up my crying little guy. He instantly stopped crying. He needed to go back to sleep, fast.

I changed him, and then bounced around the room with him, humming softly to his head. He was asleep in minutes. Laying him back on his bed, I kissed his head and left him, lightly closing his door.

Walking to the kitchen to turn off the light that I was sure Vincent left on again, I stopped when I heard noises from Celeste and Alicia’s room. They were having sex. That was Celeste’s moan. I wondered what they were doing as I stood there listening to Celeste close to orgasm. Was Celeste on the receiving end this time?

“What the hell are you doing?” Drew whispered behind me.

“Shhh.”

“Morgan. No. Get away from that door.”

I didn’t listen, not to Drew anyway. I stood there, listening as my pussy began to throb with ridiculous pulsating sessions.

“You’re fucked in the head,” Drew guaranteed when I untied my robe and moved his hand between my legs.

I couldn’t answer. He was doing all the right things on my overactive clitoris. I didn’t care if Drew thought I was fucked in the head. It was hot as hell, at least I thought so. Cocking my leg a little, Drew ran my slippery wet juices up my slit, circling my overactive clitoris with the tips of his fingers. I was so close to coming with Celeste when I moaned and Drew stopped.

“Go,” he whispered, turning me towards our room. He didn’t want me making enough noise to send Celeste our way. That would mortify him and me both.

“Lay down,” Drew demanded, keeping my feet on the floor. I backed up and started to push myself up on my elbows. Drew stopped me, keeping my hips to the edge of the bed and my feet planted on the floor. “Keep your legs open,” he ordered, going to the closet to retrieve what I knew he was after.

“Drew, I don’t want that. I want you.”

“You’re going to get me, don’t you worry.”

Shit. I hated that stupid thing as much as I loved it. I wondered if Celeste had one of those rods. I was going to ask her. No, I’d ask Alicia.

Drew slid the stool between my legs and sat down, spreading me with his fingers. Stiffening, I tensed, anticipating the electrical current about to be placed on my clit.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I moaned, trying to slide away from him. I can’t even describe the feeling of that rod that with one tiny little touch would drive you senseless. It was instant orgasm—almost. It brought you right there, ready to fall, and then stopped. It was torture. I endured it five times. Five times, Drew touched the tip of the rod to my swollen little nub, before I was begging to finish.

Drew rubbed my drenched pussy, coming to a crouch in front of me. Inserting a deep finger, Drew massaged the upper wall of my pussy while pinching my clitoris between his fingers, giving me a mini hand job.

“Drew,” I moaned, feeling a foreign pleasure. I knew I was going to come, but this was different. This was a lot of pressure, followed by a powerful orgasm.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, pressing his middle finger deep into my pussy, pushing just above my pubic bone with his other hand and applying pressure in a come here motion. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed by anything Drew and I did, but I was.

“Oh, my god. I’m going to be so embarrassed,” I moaned in a breathy, panting voice as I felt the first bout of something. I wasn’t sure what was going on just yet. I couldn’t focus enough to grasp it. Did I just piss myself? “Oh, fuck. Hmmm,” I called, feeling another squirt and then another. Shit. It wouldn’t stop. It was so intense, something I’d never felt before.

“Jesus, Morgan,” Drew hissed, rubbing my juices from his hand up and down my pussy.

“Put it in me, Drew,” I begged, needing him inside me.

Drew easily slid into my pussy, sending my lingering orgasm into overtime. He pulled my legs up, resting them on his shoulders, and looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of my pussy. As soon as I was at my second peak, Drew rubbed my nub, sending me over the edge. Pumping harder in and out of me, he pulled me up and to my knees. I parted my lips and took his juices with him moaning, jerking himself in my mouth.

“Morgan?” Drew whispered to the back of my head.

“Shut up, Drew. Don’t talk about it. I’m embarrassed enough.” I knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“You ejaculated.”

“I told you to shut up. Oh, my god. Please stop talking.”

“Why? I freaking loved it. You know I’m going to do that again, don’t you?”

“Go to sleep.”





Chapter 5