Finally (Morgan's POV)

Work's driving me mad. Meghan hasn't said a thing about Tom, but I'm certain those two have been at it like rabbits. Wouldn't be such a problem if I didn't have to spend every lunch break trying to get on top of my cases rather than getting on top of Tommy. Not helping is the fact that I found myself thinking of Tommy all the damn time. Even back home in bed, I'd lie awake and think of how it'd be like to have him in bed with me.

It takes me until Thursday to clear up my lunch break, and as it nears, I send him a text.

'u free today Tommy'

'Yes'

'good I'm coming over now u better be ready to fuck my brains out'

With that, I put my phone in my bag and then head to the elevator. Once I arrive at the lobby, I head to the bathroom where I pull out my two toys from my bag, my vibrator and a butt plug. I've been picturing bending over for him with my skirt up, both toys on display for him. I'm sure he'd have the most dumbfounded expression on his face as he chose between my wet pussy and my tight ass.

I start by pulling up my skirt, before grabbing with my butt plug and the small bottle of lube I had brought. Once the toy is lubed up, I proceed to slowly sink it inside of me, gritting my teeth as I do so. Despite my best efforts, I gasp leaves my mouth as I fully insert the toy. With that done, I wipe my hand to remove any lube, before grabbing my other toy. Before inserting my vibrator, I rub it against my slit, making sure she's slick and ready for my little friend. Then again, I've been thinking of this very moment since waking up, so I'm already practically dripping. Upon inserting the toy, I let out another gasp that gets my heart racing.

With both toys inside me, I head outside. As soon as I leave the building, I turn on my vibrator. Its pulsations are something I've been longing craving for days now, especially with the added thrill of walking down the street, passing strangers as my vibrator hums away. Each and every one of them seem obvious, but I always wonder if there's that one person who can figure out my little secret.

Eventually, I make it to Tom's apartment complex, my pussy absolutely dripping from my toy's vibrations. Climbing up the stairs, I then rush to his door and pound on it. To my joy he answers it naked and hard, ready to fuck me. After slamming the door I pounce on him, my lips meeting his. His hands then squeeze on my ass, before gliding up to my waist. Next, he spins me towards his wall and lifts my skirt up. In response, I bend over and brace my hands on his wall, flaunting my two toys.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Tom's face, which is as surprised as I expected to be.

"Which hole you want?" I ask.