Page 32 of The Originals

Meg braced her hands on his chest and lifted her hips, riding his cock. It felt amazing, but something was slightly off. Meg leaned back and braced her hands on his thighs. The small adjustment was just what she needed. She closed her eyes and felt one of Mick’s hands slide around her waist, up her stomach to cup her breast, while his other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing over her clit. She felt him everywhere. It was as if every nerve in her body awakened.

She moaned, sliding over him and quickening her pace when she heard his heavy breath. She dug her nails into his thighs, riding him hard. Mick groaned, increasing the pressure over her clit. It was like a switch had been flicked, and she felt her body heat as her thighs tightened against his hips.

So close.

Meg called out, “Mick.”

It was barely coherent, and it was shaky at best as she felt her muscles tighten, her blood rushing through her veins. She came hard and fast, bouncing over his cock until her body seemingly gave out. She hazily lunged forward, collapsing against his chest, her face planting in the crook of his neck. She gasped as he continued to fuck her.

Mick groaned, sinking deep inside her and curling his arms around her in a tight hold. She heard her man’s satisfaction echothrough the room. A graveled grunt followed by a satisfied sigh. Meg smiled, brushing her lips against the salty skin of his neck. They’d both need another shower at this rate.

The room was drowned in silence with the exception of their panting. Mick’s hands spread over her back, caressing her as she curled deeper into his chest.

“I think I just found my new favorite position,” she muttered, barely coherent.

Mick’s chest rumbled. “My girl likes control.”

She cocked her head, her hair falling in her eyes, and smiled. Before she could swipe it away, Mick’s hand brushed the silky strand over her shoulder and cupped her jaw. He pressed his lips against hers, taking her for a deep, heated kiss. She could’ve spent the rest of the weekend in this bed, just like this, with him.

But…

Mick smacked her ass playfully. “Got ten minutes to get ready before the assholes start banging on the door.”

While she could’ve spent their entire stay in bed, she was eager to go to the festival. It had been something she’d heard about for years but never had the opportunity to attend. That wasn’t exactly true. But none of her friends were interested in going. It had a reputation for being a bit rowdy. It was part of the allure of the weekend. As for safety, she knew she was in good hands with not only Mick but the club. It might have only been a month since she got together with Mick, but she was seeing the Ghosttown MC brothers in a different light. They were family. Maybe not traditional, and they were certainly dysfunctional, but it didn’t make them any less loyal and loved.

Meg gave Mick a quick kiss and crawled off the bed, walking to the bathroom completely naked. A shiver ran over her skin. It could have been from the air conditioner, but she figured it had to do with Mick watching her. And hewaswatching.

She tried to rush getting ready, but it seemed she wasn’t moving fast enough for her man. Without knocking, Mick pushed open the door. Meg jumped with a soft giggle when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his chest. Mick kissed her neck, sliding his hands over her bare stomach. Crop tops weren’t her usual style of choice, but she’d seen it and impulsively purchased it. Mick was loving it. His calloused palms spread over her ribs, and she dropped her head into the crook of his neck. He’d just taken her less than fifteen minutes ago, and she was already wet for him again.

“Let’s ditch the festival and fuck all night.” He slid his hands under her shirt, cupping her bare breasts. He growled, pressing his cock against her ass. She’d decided to ditch the bra. A move Mick seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

As much as she was excited for the music, she was willing to give it up if it meant spending the night with Mick. It was on the tip of her tongue to take him up on his offer. But as warned, the banging on the door started.

“Told you,” Mick said, kissing her cheek and dropping his hands. He walked across the room toward the door, shaking his head, muttering, “Fucking assholes.”

Meg bit back her smile, grabbed her bag, and followed Mick out the door.

This is going to be the best night ever!

*

Meg wasn’t sure if it was the music, the chill vibe of the night, or her encounter with Mick back at the motel, but she was flying high. They started the night at a bar, grabbing drinks before making their way out to a large open field.

There was dancing, mostly from the women, and lots of nudity. Breasts in every shape and size were on display.Except mine.While Meg was totally feeling the vibe, she wasn’t ready to strip down.

They had gotten the perfect spot on the hill. A few others made their way down by the stage, but Meg wanted to stay closer to the bathrooms. As it stood, she was already half buzzed from drinking.

Meg was seated on the grass between Mick’s legs and turned slightly, kissing him.

“Meg.” Grain’s loud bark was recognizable.

She jolted forward and whipped around. Grain was offering a bottle of a liquor she didn’t recognize. Mick held up his hand, blocking her view.

“She’s not drinking that shit. It needs to come with a warning label.”

Jack laughed, took a drag of his cigarette, and pointed to the bottle. “Hazardous. No way that’s meant for human consumption.”

“What is it?” Meg asked, leaning closer to read the label.