I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my top off. I like the way her eyes travel across me, until I notice the bruises beginning to form. Let’s just pretend she’s checking me out.
“Try and get comfortable and I’ll order us some lunch.” She traces her fingers over my collarbone and I try to ignore the shiver that courses up my spine.
She spins around and I grab her wrist.
“I think I’ve waited long enough.” My voice sounds gruff even to my own ears and her lip is growing swollen from how hard she is biting down in it.
“You’re hurt, this can wait until you’re feeling better.”
“No, I’ve had worse injuries than this and still gone into the office and been every fucker's worst nightmare, after the actual boss, of course. I’ve punched someone while my hand was broken, and I went to school with two fractured ribs and bruises covering my abdomen. Trust me, I feel fine.” Don’t fight me on this, Luna, we both know I’m not going to give in.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks quietly, as she hangs her head to stare at her floor.
“Would it really be so bad to fuck me, Star?” God, I don’t even know if I want to hear her answer. If it’s yes, than she better fucking lie.
“What? No.” Her head shoots up at me and she looks… horrified? What the hell? “If we’d been in this position at the beginning of last year, then I’d probably be in tears at the thought of it. But what happens after? You start seeing me as another nameless girl, someone who’s nothing more than a notch in your bedpost. I don’t know what I’ll do when you’re suddenly not around anymore.” Her hair falls forward and shields her face and I can’t believe she’s worried about that. Most people would be thrilled by the notion of getting rid of my attention, yet she’s worried about losing it.
I could read so much into that, but I won’t. It’s never safe to presume anything where women are concerned.
“I get it, I’ve said myself that I could fuck you out of my system and move on, but it doesn’t mean it will happen. So, what’s it to be, now or later?” I don’t have to give her this choice.
Her hands grip her tank top and she slowly pulls it up, I don’t miss the way her hands are trembling, but I guess she’s made her choice.
12
What is Normal
Luna
Am I really doing this? Taking my clothes off in front of Emmet? The guy I’ve only just recently admitted to myself that I love. The thing is, even though I’m more nervous than I could have imagined, I’m also excited. Because I do want this. We’ve been building to this moment for so long, and now, it’s finally here.
I hate that he’s hurt, but Scott did say to Tom that Emmet threw the first punch, so he does kind of deserve it.
I drop my top to the floor, before I slide my leggings down. I can’t look him in the eyes, but this is easier than the first few times I had to strip naked in front of someone. I don’t feel as shy as I used to. It’s still awkward, but I think this has always been inevitable. Not in a bad way, but there’s been so much anticipation. I’ve hated him, felt so much hurt and pain, but I’ve also got good memories and not just from Liam. I don’t even think about that anymore, now I just see him. The guy who lived a day in my world and even ate the noodles.
I reach around to unhook my bra, but he grips my elbow and draws me closer to the bed until I’m standing over him.
“Are you ready to see why I’m different?” he asks with a sly smile and I nod slowly as he releases me and slowly pushes his pants down.
He slides his feet out before he drops them onto the floor and then grips a hold of his boxers. My mouth runs dry as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, moves them over his hips and down his thighs. I watch as he springs free and my mouth drops open. What the hell is that?
“It’s called a Jacob’s ladder, and believe me, you’ll feel every. Single. Piercing.”
He has a ball piercing in the head of his cock and then they move down. Two balls either side of the top of his cock, six in total forming what I guess is the rungs of the ladder.
“I… I’ve never… damn.” I can barely speak, I don't even know what to say to him.
“Will it hurt?” Yeah, real smooth, Luna. Great, so I’m back to thinking to myself in the third person. Maybe I am a little crazy.
“Considering how sore I am, I don’t think I’ll be able to perform the way I usually do, but it may sting a little. Don’t worry though, it won’t last long. Look, Star, I’m not like those other assholes. I’m not going to ask if you’re sure, or if you want to stop. Once we start, that’s it.” He stands up and he’s just hanging there, bobbing in front of me.
“Get on the bed, knees bent and hold onto the headboard. You’ll need something to grip hold of.” His voice is dark, deep, and a little husky.
I do as I’m told, my mouth dry as I wait to see what he has in store for me.
His hands run over my hips before something tears and I feel a sharp sting as the elastic in my panties snaps against me.
Cool air passes over my core and I shudder as heat closes over my lips and his tongue delves between my folds. He flicks at my nub as I shake and white knuckle the headboard, then he slams two fingers inside me and I cry out. His other hand grips my breast over my bra, pinching my nipple to the point of pain and I tighten around him as I explode.
I can’t stop shaking as he pulls free and his hands go to the back of my neck, holding me in place. He lines himself up and with one quick thrust, impales me. He’s all hard lines and edges and his thrusts are harder still. I can’t be quiet with the way he’s hitting into me, I can feel him so deep, I hardly believe he actually fits. His piercings are hitting spots I didn’t even know I had and his hand on my hip is gripping me so tight. I know I’ll have bruises by the time we’re done.
There’s nothing soft or sweet about this, no one would ever be foolish enough to call it making love. It’s hard, fast, and rough. Animalistic is the only way to describe how Emmet fucks and I love every damn second.
His hand squeezes the back of my neck as he builds up his speed and his thrusts are hard enough to send me moving forward. My head rests against my knuckles as he grips my hair and pulls hard, biting down on my shoulder.
Pain and pleasure, the perfect mix. I thought I’d experienced it with Tucker, but I can see now that he had been gentle with me, they all had. But not Emmet. Considering this isn’t his usual performance, I’m both apprehensive and intrigued to see how it will be when he’s not bruised.
That’s if he isn’t bored of me once this is done.
“Fuck, Star,” he groans as he leans down over me. His breath washes over the back of my neck as his hand comes around to the front of my neck. He tightens his grip as his moves faster and harder, and one last tweak of my nipples has me crashing over the edge.
He moans my name as he fills me completely and we sag down against the mattress. Fuck me, I think I may have blacked out for a second or two there.
Ten minutes pass in silence, we don’t speak or really do anything. I know I’m just lying with jello for arms and legs. I’m not sure I could move even if I wanted to.