Chapter 5 Cold Showers.

Morgan woke up in the morning and got out of the bed. He was more aware of his cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated his cracked lips. Once on his feet, the room swayed almost causing him to lose balance and he reached out for the wall. His hand slipped along the high sheen paint and he sprawled onto the carpet with a crashing thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary again and he used the bedstead to pull himself to standing.

This feeling meant that he had been over drunk last night. Perhaps the slap was so tight that it reminded him the whole adventurous night.

He was angry, pissed and furious...but not guilty or embarrassed. And he noticed he was only in his briefs.

Looking around he found his clothes from last night and started wearing them. David reached down to the breakfast where his beautiful modern wife was already sitting there, having a cup of herbal tea. "Morning..." he gave a small peck on her cheeks and she smiled. David, as soon, he got seated, he asked, "Where is your spoiled son?"

"David...at least give him some space. He is going through a rough patch."

Although Emma was super annoyed at her husband for slapping their only son, she cannot speak in front of him. After all, David was the rich father...who doesn't like to hear no as an answer...whatever he says or order will have to be done. David scoffed and spoke, "Space, huh? He's been getting all of his personal space most of his life, Emma."

"David. You never raised a hand on him...ever. And you expect him to be normal knowing what you did last night."

David just has his pretty wife a sideways glance and then continued to have his breakfast. Morgan called his bodyguard and asked him to bring a fresh pair of clothes for him. He walked out just to see the two best friends were sitting on the couch and having coffees. "Yo! Bro..." Shawn turned to look at his best friend and he walked forward to sit with him. With a gesture, Morgan simply sits on the couch, next to Lara. "So, Morgan...how are you?" Lara sipped her coffee. "Fine..." his face was screwed up, just anger striking through his handsome features. "Let's go to the beach, bro..." Shawn recommended. Morgan was quiet when Lara got all excited and exclaimed, "Why, yes. I haven't been to the beach with you guys for ages."

"I don't know..." Morgan clicked his tongue making a boring face. "Come on, Morgan. Don't break my heart like this."

"When I was in France you used to assure me that you both will take me to all the places you have enjoyed. And now you are doing this to me?" on her last sentence a tone got a little disappointed and she scoffed. "Alright, alright. Don't cry!" Morgan finally agreed. "Shawn? Ask Finn to arrange the beach party for all of us. The big one..." she spoke excitedly. The doorbell rang and Shawn stood up to walk and opened the door. It was the bodyguard who brought a suitcase in and bowed to Morgon Colton. "What is this?" Lara's face was blank. "Just stuff..." he answered casually. The waves are crashing. The sun is setting. People are laughing and embracing under the sunset.

Morgan feels the sand squish slowly through his toes as he gaily walks down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. His all-time favourite place to be is the beach. The weather at the beach is the most quarrelling of all places in the world. One minute you are relaxing lazily on the sandy seashore reading a most invigorating book. And another you can only behold the beauty. He sits engrossed and allows the foamy mist from the rampant ocean spray to his face lightly as though it was the touch of a feather. Off in the distance, the sun begins to set in a sleepy unhurried fashion. It is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Everyone plays hard and tries their best. Competition is the most fun when it is against friends. No one cares who wins.

While Morgan was sitting on the beach sand, holding a glass of wine in his left hand, Shawn came to sit beside him. "Bro, you alright?" asked the best friend. "Roll a joint for me..." answered Morgan Colton.

It was the only relaxing for him. He was pissed at his father who didn't even call him once.

The black coloured Mercedes stood silently on the empty road, the window rolled over and a figure pointed towards Morgan and Shawn. "There is your son..." David's tone was expressionless. Emma looked around and smiled. There was a private party going on at the beach. All the guys in their briefs with no shirts on while the girls wore sexy bikinis. There were music and wine and a lot of games to play. Emma then looked at her husband and spoke, "We might have to find another option for our son."

"Emma, darling. I have so many things to do. Do you think I will be handling our spoiled son at this moment?"

"When are you leaving for Bulgaria?" asked the gorgeous wife. "Tonight..." was the answer of David Colton.

"Okay, then. I might be planning something..." she uttered taking a look at her son. Morgan didn't go home instead he went to his father's nightclub and sold some weeds there. His clients were fixed and all the work was done over his private phone number.

He just meets the people and hands them the weed. Two girls came by when he was busy having his joint. "Hello, hottie..." said one of the girls. Looking up he saw two young girls, they were teenagers by their faces but dressed like sluts.

Without saying a word, he just gestured to them, as if asking them from the eye only. "We...uh...came here to..." the girls were stuttering then started laughing. "Is this a circus or am I a joker?" Morgan asked in a pissed tone. The girls immediately went silent until Morgan uttered, "So..."

"We are here for..." they were interrupted by Morgan Colton who exclaimed, "Mary Jane, right?"

Giving a slight nod, the girls now became embarrassed. He fished the plastic packet from his pocket and handed over to the girls. With another indication, he waved the girls who simply walked away, seeing he had no such intentions to invite them over to drink with him or anything. Calling his manager, he asked him to arrange someplace for him to live. "Why aren't you going to your house, Mr Colton?" the manager, when heard this immediately, came running to him. "Because... Parker. I'm in no mood..." he lighted his another joint and continued, "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Of course, Mr Colton. Give me a day..."

Morgan released the smoke out of his mouth and nodded. "Sure, Parker. Book a room for me in Plaza for tonight..."

Parker immediately took his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number.

Right after five minutes, he informed, "It's done, Sir."

Grabbing his jacket, Morgan held the joint in his mouth as he draped his jacket over his strong shoulder and waved goodbye to the manager, Parker. Driving in the empty roads of New York, Morgan had the music on the full volume with the car windows rolled down. He was feeling the moment, lost in the moment. He had the starters, the meal and the weed. The only thing remaining now was dessert. Licking his lips he exactly knew what he was thinking about. Morgan jumped out of his black Range Rover and checked in the Hotel Plaza. He was just in the reception when a girl came to stand next to him. "Morgon Colton..." he spoke to the receptionist. The girl told her name to the other receptionist who was dealing with her. As soon as he turned around just to see a lady so fine and curvy made him wanna rub his chin slightly. When she turned her neck to meet his eyes, she was lost in those deep blue eyes. Morgan had this charm and he knew she was going to drool over him. He let out a tight-lipped smile as if only half of his face was smiling...and it was kind of appealing. "Room no. 808..." informed the receptionist. As he took his security card to swipe on the door, his hand brushed hers and he whispered, "I will wait for you..."

The girl was just silent, but her breaths became high. He mentally gave himself a high five. She would come, that he knew.

Morgan went to his room and stripped off his clothes and went straight into the shower. The door of the room wasn't locked...he deliberately kept it open. The door of the room pushed open and a figure in high heels stepped in. Throwing her clutch on the sofa, she removed her heels and stripped off the dress, it immediately slid off her smooth body. Morgan was facing the shower, the tiny droplets of water streaming down his body, his eyes were closed. A warm hand ran across his shoulder to his arm. Then he felt a pair of hands wrapping on his tight stomach...the feeling was alluring. It immediately turned him on. Her hands roamed around his chest and stomach and he felt her pointed bosom touched his bareback. This was driving him crazy. He was lost in the moment when in a swift moment he flipped her over, now his left hand was on her breast, cupping it tightly while the other one roamed around her gut. Her breaths were heavy and her round ass was touched to his penis.

Morgan touched her vagina and she threw her head to lean on his shoulder, he adjusted his fingers to slide in her folds, giving himself more access to go in further. She began with the moaning when his fingers were inside her and the pace became faster and faster.

Her moans become louder and it was seductive for him.

Then he flipped her back to face her...his hands again slide in her.

With water dripping upon them, they kissed. First gently then more urgently...both of their hot breaths mingled. It was a battle of their tongues but his fingers were making the magic.

When she reached to the climax, he reached out to bring his fingers close to her mouth and made her taste herself. "That's how you taste, baby..." his whisper low yet intense. Then he licked his fingers, one by one, tasting her delicious flavor. She had grabbed his dick by now which was now out enormous.

She gently rubs it, moving her hand up and down towards his balls, then again to the tip.

He was expressionless, just staring in her beautiful brown eyes. "On your knees, bitch!" Morgan could not wait any longer.

He wanted to fuck her so bad. She was so perfect, her curves drove him crazy. She immediately went on her knees, taking hold in her hand, she first rubbed it then spits on his massive cock, then spreading her saliva she looked up to him. "You know what to do, sweetness..." he spoke in a very low yet deep voice. She then took the tip in her mouth, running her tongue around it, making circles. It gave current on his whole body, the urge was getting more and more. She took a little in her mouth then goes further in then reaches more in. He held her head and pushed his dick into her mouth, gently and carefully. She wasn't gagging yet but enjoying it. It was such a sensual feeling for Morgan. He groaned when she pulls back to breathe. Then went back to work. She licked him, sucked him, every inch of his gigantic cock and he enjoyed it. Sometimes his eyes were closed, other times he just pushed himself a further into her mouth. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. She took the pace and then with her one hand she sucked him when the other hand played with his balls. Morgan was too eager for this. He could fuck her whole night and still cannot be fulfilled. He pulled her hand and made her stand on her feet, with grabbing her neck, he pinned her against the wall and choked her, his lips brushing hers. "Do you like this, baby girl?" he asked looking deep in her eyes. His gazes were blazing...both of them were burning with desires. He pressed his lips against hers and sucked her tongue. Next moment and he tossed her around, grabbing her ass which she arched intentionally, he adjusted himself before entering himself into her hole. The shower was still running and both of their bodies were wet but the fire inside their hearts was visible. She rested her palms on the wall when he thrust inside her and a painful moan released from her mouth. "Yes, love. Moan for me..." he groaned taking him in and out, again adjusting himself before thrusting in her. With each push, her moans became louder and clear, she was aroused. He moved faster holding up his pace he fucked her, his hands on her delicate waist then he pulled her towards him and kept on fucking her. "Babe, make me cum..." he whispered in her ear, it was more of a groan. "Ah!" she moaned with her eyes closed.

They tried different positions when he still wasn't done but she came two times by him. "Oh, baby!" he groaned fucking her from the front when both of her legs rested on his strong shoulders. She was propping herself into a sitting position with her elbows stretched on the marble of the washbasin and behind her was the mirror. He pushed himself harder and faster when he was close to his climax and he grabbed her breasts, cupping them tightly, then pinched her nipples that a sudden painful moan released from her mouth. "Fuck!" Morgan groaned closing his eyes.

She was enjoying beneath him, he was one of a hunk.

She had this kind of crazy fuck after ages but it was so good. He has a way with the women, that she was sure of.

Then panting hard he eased himself into her. When Morgan was done, he left the girl there and hopped back on the shower. The girl who was adjusting her breaths was staring at his round ass. If she was not done three times she would be turned on by it.

He was a fine piece of meat. Thinking about the blow she gave him, she licked her lips savourly. Morgan let the cold water sliding off his tall and strong body, each drop giving him chills.

He took a deepbreath and ran his hands through his hair pushing them back.