Make Me Feel Alive

Ashleys POV

I let her pull me behind her onto the rapidly growing dance floor, where she turned, wrapping her fingers around my collar. I dipped my head slightly so I could hear her.
"That guy is one of the managers at my office."
"What?" I glanced back, but there was too many people now obscuring my view.
"That was so embarrassing," she muttered, and I shook my head.
"Maybe he was just wanting to say hi," I offered, slipping my arms around her waist.
"I dunno," she frowned, and twisted until she was facing me again. "He's so creepy. And he yelled at me yesterday!"
I raised a brow. "How could he yell at a pretty face like yours?"
Morgan frowned at me, but shrugged, letting it go. And after a few minutes I could tell she didn't care whatsoever as the alcohol started to kick in.
She giggled, and wrapped her arms around my neck as we stumbled off the dance floor.
"Your face is so cute," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Have I told you that?"
I chuckled, and raised a hand for Tony. I believe Morgan had had her limit of the club.
"Mhm, oh!" she suddenly remembered something. "I don't think Mr. Wireman did it to be nice."
"Who?" I reached for my wallet.
"My boss! Sort of," she frowned. "And how much is one of your concoction thingys?"
"Don't worry about it," I shook my head.
"But I'm not gonna make you pay for my drink!"
"Is that who you were talking about?" I pointed in a random direction, and Morgan swiveled around to look. I shook my head, quickly paying the tab.
"I don't see him anywhere," she turned back around, and I tugged on her hand, pulling her off the stool. Surprisingly, she stood just fine, not even a wobble, though she was frowning at me again. "Did you just do what I thought you did?"
"Probably," I chuckled, pulling her towards the hallway. She pursed her lips, my fingers firmly slipped between hers to make sure she followed. She glanced over, and suddenly stopped.
"I'll be right back," she said, releasing my hand, and I nodded, seeing the sign for the womens bathroom. As much as she'd drank, I wasn't surprised.
I leaned against the wall.
I think Morgan had needed this night out way more then even I had. And I wasn't about to let her pay for anything, not without feeling a little guilty. If she was having money troubles, I didn't want to make it worse, and I had plenty to spare.
And judging by her personality, she had too much pride to ever let it show she was in trouble.
I took a step out of the way as two girls stepped out of the bathroom, and I glanced over to admire the sway; unfortunately for them, Morgan had the body of a goddess and had them beat ten times.
I looked up as the door opened again, and a hand suddenly curled into the front of my shirt, dragging me forward into the bathroom. Morgan slammed the door shut behind me, and then pushed me into one of the stalls, kicking it shut behind her and turning the lock.
Hot damn.
"Morgan ---." I started, but her lips were suddenly crushing mine as she pushed me back against the wall, her fingers slipping into my hair.
She was drunk, this wasn't going to work, no matter how hot the situation was.
"Morgan, babe ---."
"I'm not so drunk that I don't know what I'm doing," she interrupted me. "I want to fuck you, right here, right now, in this stall. Do we have a problem?"
Not when she put it that way.
When the initial shock wore off, I grinned, and kissed her, turning her around where her back was pressed against the wall, my tongue delving into her mouth. She slid her hands down my chest, and then began working on my belt, jerking it loose and then my jeans; I was gonna have to start wearing a toga around this girl just to keep up.
I nibbled my way down her jaw, and then to her shoulder, slipping one hand down to the hem of her dress.
Someone wasn't wearing underwear.
I couldn't stop the grin on my face.
"Don't look like that," she mumbled against my throat. I chuckled, and she slipped her fingers beneath my shirt, lightly trailing across my stomach before weaving her way down to my hips.
I held in a groan as she wrapped her fingers around me; I don't think any girl had been able to turn me on so quickly with so little effort. She really was a goddess.
I buried one hand in her mane, forcing her lips to mine as I jerked her dress up around her hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall with a groan, her legs wrapping eagerly around my waist.
I couldn't wait any longer; I fumbled quickly for a condom, sliding it on before situating myself and then plunging forward. Morgan gasped, her hands locked painfully in my hair, and she kissed me hungrily. I dug my fingers into her hips, and I could feel her muscles tightening around me as I kept the steadiest pace I could manage.
God, this girl.
"Fuck," I muttered, about to lose it. Morgan pressed her face against my neck, stifling a moan, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I slammed her back against the wall, burying myself between her thighs, and her nails dug into my back as she lost it, her gorgeous lips parting in pleasure.
Fuck, I thought again, panting slightly. I pulled back enough where she could stand, and she reached up a hand to brush her hair out of her face, still breathing just as hard as I was.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" I chuckled, hastily fixing my clothes. Morgan grinned as she tugged her dress down. "Gotta keep it interesting," she told me, and we both glanced
over as we heard the bathroom door open and someone walk in.
I pulled Morgan to me, inhaling her perfume as we listened to the girls chatter while it sounded like they fixed their makeup before leaving.
Now I just had to get this girl back to my place.

Notes

Well, let me know what you guys think of Morgan and Ashley so far!