His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,11

want to hear all those pretty sounds.”

Morgan licked his lips, trying to get his heart under control. His eyes flicked to the door, and Kenny grinned.

“You don’t have to worry—Dezi made sure to have every room soundproofed to the point even shifters have a hard time hearing past the walls. If someone really wanted to listen in, they would have to put their ear against the door.”

Kenny kissed Morgan until he forgot how to breathe, never mind worry about if people could possibly hear him. Kenny grabbed Morgan’s other hand and placed it above him. He squeezed it before entwining their fingers.

“I want to explore every inch of you,” Kenny said. But he hadn’t moved, and Morgan realized he was looking for confirmation that it was okay. Morgan blew out a steady breath and gave Kenny a nod.

Kenny gave him another toe-curling kiss before trailing down Morgan’s neck and to his collarbone.

How does that even feel good?

Kenny scraped his teeth along his collarbone, and Morgan whimpered. Kenny moved down farther, his mouth latching onto any spot on Morgan, driving him insane. His dreads followed the same path, adding more sensation to Morgan’s overly sensitive skin.

He was losing himself too fast, and Kenny was still dressed.

Kenny’s tongue dipped into Morgan’s belly button; it was an odd sensation, but still Morgan’s cock jumped. Kenny continued his descent, and Morgan spread his legs to accommodate his mate’s broad shoulders. Morgan bit down on his lip to near pain as he stared down his body to look at his mate.

Kenny, with smooth dark brown skin over cut muscles and high cheekbones, and piercing grey eyes surrounded by thick black lashes.

Kenny took that moment to look at him as he ran his tongue along Morgan’s inner thigh.

Morgan sucked in a gasp both from the pleasurable sensations that had his balls tightening and the intense look in Kenny’s eyes. As if he only saw Morgan and only needed Morgan.

A shudder worked its way through Morgan as he moaned, letting Kenny hear just how good he was feeling. Kenny growled, the vibrations going straight to Morgan’s cock, causing precome to drip from it. He wanted to come, but at the same time he didn’t want to. He didn’t want this experience to end.

“Kenny,” Morgan moaned out.

“Yes, love,” Kenny said, the words spoken near Morgan’s balls.

Morgan moaned. Was the man trying to torture him?

Kenny laughed. “Far from torturing.”

He groaned, not realizing he’d voiced his thoughts. Morgan opened his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. Eyes closed was for the best. Morgan was closer to coming after seeing Kenny’s mouth open and his pink tongue out, moments away from licking Morgan’s balls.

The first touch had Morgan’s hand clutching the pillow so hard his fingers hurt.

“You’re so sensitive all over.” Kenny placed a delicate kiss against Morgan’s balls. “I like it.”

Morgan didn’t get to say anything. All words and logic left the building as the most sensitive part of his body was enveloped in wet heat. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as shouts erupted from him. Kenny wrapped a hand around Morgan’s leaking cock, and there was no way Morgan would last. He felt as if he was flying since the moment Kenny had first touched him.

“Ke—I’m— More.” Morgan couldn’t stop his hips from moving even as he tipped over the edge, back arching. The edges of his vision darkened, and for a moment Morgan forgot how to breathe.

Kenny slowly eased up, and Morgan lay on the bed with a sense of euphoria pumping through him. He felt weightless. He was pretty sure if he needed to use his legs soon, he’d fall flat on the ground.

Kenny moved up the bed and unfurled Morgan’s fingers from the pillows. He kissed each one of Morgan’s fingers and gave him a soft smile before getting out of bed. Morgan watched as Kenny made his way to the adjacent bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He wiped down Morgan’s torso where most of his come had landed and between his legs for good measure, and then put the towel in the hamper near the closet. For all the time Morgan had known Kenny, he was somewhat of a clean fanatic. Everything had a place. Morgan looked around the room, and it was just as familiar to him as before.

Kenny picked Morgan up and pulled the covers back. He stripped out of his shirt and pants, leaving only his black briefs