Toronto Fire

"Hellooo?" I could hear the smile in Morgan's voice as he sauntered into the kitchen, reaching out to lean against the door frame. "Daddy's home."

"Kinky," I retorted from my perch at the stove. turning to eye him while the pasta came to a boil. He let his gaze drift down my body and I blushed, snapping in his direction and hooking my finger towards myself. "Get over here, stud!"

He came towards me slowly, the scent of his cologne mixing with after-practice sweat proving intoxicating the closer he got. That, combined with the smirk he was donning, became a heady combination and I pulled him flush against my body.

"Hmm, where's Olivia?"

"She just went down for a nap. How was practice?"

"Hmm, hard." He tucked his head into the dip of my shoulder, nosing the collar of my shirt out of the way so he could kiss the soft skin he found. I ran a finger down his arm and he shivered, his hot breath pulling goosebumps to my arms. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"What about me?"

"Everything. Absolutely everything. You in that shirt, your hair all wild and curly..." he reached out to wrap a strand around his finger and let it fall, tracing the line of my jaw and coming to cup my chin in his hand. I let him pull me into a kiss, let him take my lip between his and suck softly. I ground my hips into his and he moaned my name, breathy and excited.

"You alright there?"

He let his forehead rest on mine and held my gaze. "You kill me in those shorts. You are just... wow."

"Poor baby, are you gonna be alright?" He shook his head and I continued, "Because if it's too much, I could always take them off." I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my shorts and heard the breath catch in his throat, his eyes trained on mine while his hands found the smooth skin of my thighs.

"Feeling better?"

He hooked his hands behind my knees and pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist where my core met with his growing erection. The tight muscles in his back were rigid under my fingertips and I dug in as he backed us up against the refrigerator.

The cool steel against my back was such a stark contrast to the heat of him against my skin and I cooed, reaching between us to palm him through his sweats. He groaned as I slid my hands under his clothes, eager to free him, to feel him inside of me.

"I need you Morgan!" Any other time I'd be ashamed of the whine in my voice but he swallowed it in a hot kiss and I shoved his pants down. He took my hands and set them on his shoulders, one eyebrow raised while his chest heaved.

"Hold on," he warned, and I did as he slid into me, his thighs against the curve of my ass. He set his arm on the top of the fridge, the other wrapping behind me for leverage as we started moving.

I felt like I was crumbling against him, feeling his hard cock reach deep into my heat. Just the sensation of his dick was enough but he tugged my shirt up, tracing the dark edge of my bra with his tongue. He dropped to bite down on my nipple through the thin fabric and I held back a scream, instead letting my head fall back in ecstasy.

"Fuck, Mo! Do that again?" He repeated the action, this time with less hesitation as he toyed with my sensitive breasts. They had ached for his touch over the past few days and my body was reacting to each touch.

"You like that baby?" He was breathless as he pushed into me again and I felt my stomach clench in excitement.

"I do daddy. God, I missed you so much."

I felt his cock twitch at the word daddy and I knotted my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back to meet my eyes. They were hooded in lust and he bit down on his lip, his hands dropped to my hips to fuck me harder. I groaned, a guttural reaction as he pulled me down on him, and he swallowed it without a change of pace. We both came closer and I clenched around him, the heat between us building.

"I'm gonna-"

"Me too daddy, fuck- oh god!" He came hard, a thin sheen of sweat built up at the collar of his t-shirt. His hand fell between us and he found my clit to trace quick circles over it. I canted my hips up and into his thumb, my muscles tightening as I squeezed my eyes shut and embraced my impending orgasm.

He was unrelenting as I finished, drawing me out while he watched me writhe. It was nearing torturous and my body rolled against him, uncontrollable and in euphoria.

He brushed my hair from my face and left a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, eyes trained on mine while he organized his thoughts. "You can't- you can't call me daddy anymore."

I smiled and kissed him back, shaking my head as he dropped me onto my feet, pushing past him to tend to our ruined dinner on the stove. I reached back to slap his butt as I sauntered past, a smile on my face as I teased him. "No promises, daddy."

Notes

I have such a boner for this team.