‘Goodnight, Drew,’ Morgan quietly spoke. I didn’t want to let her go.
‘Night, Morgan.’
Watching her disappear up the stairs I went to my office to watch her. Smiling, I watched her unzip her dress and slip it over her shoulders.
‘You’re an idiot, Drew Kelley. I gave you an open invitation and you chickened out,’ she spoke into the mirror.
I was acting like a coward, and didn’t know why. I took what I wanted, I didn’t wait for it. It was the Callaway way. I’d been taught it from an early age.
Morgan slid on a pair of shorts, more like men’s boxers, and a cotton shirt. Pulling down the covers she opened the nightstand drawer.
‘Ouch, son of a bitch,’ I yelled, running into the side of my desk. I had to get to her before she turned it on. I knew what kind of dom/sub stories were on that e-reader. I didn’t think she was quite ready for that yet. Luckily the batteries were dead and she hadn’t had time to get it plugged in yet before I got to her.
I played it off, telling her she shouldn’t read yet. Dr. Tharp didn’t want that much eye movement yet. He really did say that, sort of.” Drew turned and told me matter of factly.
I didn’t respond, only smiled.
“Morgan reminded me, ‘I spent two hours reading in the library yesterday.’
‘Yeah, but you don’t have the bright light behind the words in a book,’ I said, making it up as I went along, made sense to me.
‘Did you come up here to tell me I can’t read on that? How did you know I had it?’
‘No, I came to see if you wanted to go for a walk.’ I laughed at the absurdity of my excuse.
That’s where I made my move. We kissed, standing under the black sky. I’d never kissed Morgan like that. I mean I have, but I fought it every time. I didn’t allow the feelings to surface. I did this time, feeling something burning deep in my chest. I knew I was playing with fire and needed to get a grasp on things. She could still be playing me for a fool and I was falling for it, or her—hard.”
That made me smile, I liked thinking about Drew falling in love with me.
“Morgan saw something that night. I took her back to my room and fought with every demon in me. I wanted to do things. I wanted to order her to her knees, bend her over my lap, and shove my dick forcefully in her ass.”
I shook my head at my no filter husband.
“I couldn’t keep the true Drew at bay. It was killing me to hold back. I romanced her as much as I could, got her naked, and told her to spread her legs. Nothing looked more beautiful than Morgan across my bed, exposing her glistening glorious pussy for me. She was timid, but I didn’t give her time to back out. I kept in constant contact with her not letting her pull back.”
Oh, my god, Drew.
“I rasped with an excruciating hard-on and a tone that I didn’t mean to let slip, ‘You want to come, Morgan?’ I jumped back, startled when Morgan jumped up, seeing something or having a flashback or something.
‘Did you hit me, Drew?’
‘What? No, why would you ask that?’
‘I don’t know. I just, I..it’s..I don’t know, Drew. I have to go. I can’t do this,’ Morgan ended our foreplay.”
I lost myself, briefly, thinking about what Drew was saying. That was the first night I started seeing flashes of my life. They were never anything more than a flash, a quick image of certain things from my past, mostly Drew. I always analyzed them, willing myself to remember something, anything.
“I watched Morgan gather her clothes and storm out of my room. Unable to stop her for whatever reason, I reached for my laptop. She ran her fingers through her hair and groaned frustrated, closing her door behind her. Shaking her head, she climbed into bed, hit the bed on both sides of her body, and grumbled again. I sat straight up, witnessing her move her hand under the covers. She was masturbating. What the hell?”
And there goes the filter again. I remembered that night too. I wanted him to stop. I didn’t like that night.
Drew relayed his side of that night, “I demanded her to stop, standing right by her bed. She never even heard me come in. She was close to coming. Morgan looked up to me with wide eyes. I was fighting the worst of my demons. I tried so hard to make it about her, make love to her and be in the moment with her. I lost. I started with one finger in her ass, and she let me. Did she want it? I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t stop.
I wasn’t easy on her at all. I didn’t make it about anyone but me. I fucked her up the ass, let her come, gathered my clothes, and left her trembling and scared. I’d done that a thousand times over the years, never did it hit me like this did. Why was I having such a hard time leaving her like that? I hurt her, not all the times before. I mean right now. Right that moment, I hurt her. I just used her and left her alone and scared.