Her hands pull at her hair as I shout out, no words just this loud sound that mixes with her own.
I place her feet back down on the bed and pull out, before dropping down beside her. She lays her head on my chest and I don’t even care that her hair is irritating my nose.
“Is it always like this with you, Em? Not that I’m complaining.” Her voice sounds sleepy, and I go rigid at the name she’s just called me.
I know I wanted a nickname, but seriously, that one? Couldn’t she have come up with something more… well, manly?
“Em? Is that really what you’re going to call me?” It comes out gruff, and I would kill for something to drink right about now.
“S-s-sorry, it j-j-just sort of slipped out. I can k-k-keep thinking.” She snuggles her head in closer, pushing more hair into my nose.
“I really don’t like it, but back to the other thing. What do you mean? Is it always like what?”
“Do you ever…” She drags her hand through her hair, catching me in the face, and I stop her with my own. “Do you ever go slow? Just enjoy the moment?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and I respect her for even being able to ask this.
“I’ve never wanted to.” I run my hand through her hair absentmindedly, I think I can tell her this. She won’t judge me. “I’ve been raised to believe that power is everything, whether it's in the workplace, home life, or the bedroom. If I’m not in control, then I’m giving in. I’m losing that power and I…” I breathe through my nose, sending her stray hairs flying everywhere. “I’m giving in, I’m letting someone else win. I can’t lose, Star. I can’t ever be weak, I can’t.” The words come out more rushed as I keep on speaking and she lifts her head off my chest to peer down at me.
Her fingers graze my cheeks, and I fight the urge to lean into her touch. I’m not that guy. I like it dirty and rough. I leave not long after and I don’t make sure the girl is okay once I’m done. I bring toys in, and sure, I like them to enjoy it, but I have to enjoy it more. Luna is different, she makes everything different. She’s too fucking dangerous, what am I doing here? I should leave, shouldn’t I?
“I would never try to take your power, I don’t want it. It must be exhausting to always be on though, Emmet. Why don’t you let me take care of you? Just this once? It won’t make you weak. If anything, I think it shows how strong you truly are. Pushing everyone away will leave you lonely, what is the point in power if you’re miserable?”
“I think I should leave.” I sit up and her eyes drop. I don’t want her to cry and it’s going to be because I won’t let her make me feel better.
“I’ll try it, just this once. But you’ll owe me another favor or acceptance of whatever I give or request with no questions or refusals.” Just like when we had a day in her life. I still need to cash that in, come to think of it.
“Fine, just bear with me. I’ve never done this before.” Her lip is growing swollen from how hard she’s biting it.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, forcing the words out. This feels so fucking wrong.
“Lie down, please,” she says, locking her eyes on mine.
I do as she says, resting my hands behind my head as she kneels beside me. Her eyes are creased around the edges and she looks worried.
She shakes herself off as her hands run down my sides, drawing a shiver out of me. She grips my cock in her hand, flicking my piercing with her thumb with each stroke, being sure to hit each one. It feels good, too good. How does it feel this good? How am I hard again already?
She rises up until she’s straddling me and it isn’t long before she’s sliding herself down my length. She moans and she isn’t even moving yet. She starts slow, circling her hips, as her hands splay out across my chest. I want to grip her hips and make her move, but I said I’d try this. So instead, I place mine over hers, until we’re practically holding hands.
She breathes softly, her moans are low as she grinds oh so slowly against me. Building a friction that stirs up a longing I've never experienced before. I want something from her, but I don’t know enough to put a name to it.
“Emmet,” she breathes out as she leans her chest mine, and brushes her lip against mine. Teasing me, making promises that I never thought I wanted. I always wondered if I would want her to stay after I had her, and now I know. After this, I don’t think I could ever let her go.
Our mouths fuse together as she continues her slow pace, drawing out the agony, but in all the best ways. My hands cradle the back of her head, and she breaks away as she crashes over the edge and I follow straight after.
She lays on my chest, as I soften inside her, but she doesn’t try to move and I don’t push her away.
“You can call me Em if you want. You’d be the only one,” I say softly and she burrows her head in closer as her eyes drift close and her breathing evens out.
I wake up to the sun blaring through my window. I both hated and respected Darius for knocking on the door to get me to leave last night. I don’t know what possessed me to wake her before I did, or why her eyes misted over as though she were about to cry.
If I didn’t know better I’d think she may actually love me, how fucking foolish and pathetic is that?! It isn’t possible, after all the shit I did, and the person I am. She knows I won’t change, that I will always be a cruel bastard to those around me. She’s too fucking good to love a monster like me, my father’s son.
I have a quick shower, ice cold just to wake me up. Before throwing on a shirt and a pair of slacks. I head down to the mess hall and claim my seat at the head of our table. Everyone is here, and I hate that Thallon gets to sit at my right side. He’ll never get to be in charge, not if I can help it. Father can make all the threats he wants, it ain’t fucking happening. He would really prefer having this guy take over than Maddox and why? Because he’s gay?
If he thinks Maddox having Daria will put an end to that then he really doesn’t know his kids, then again, he’s never wanted to. He doesn’t even know where Alexa is. I don’t even know if she’s coming to the wedding.
That’s going to be fun, I can’t see it going smoothly that’s for damn sure. I can’t wait to see Shane’s face when he lays eyes on Luna, then again she’s going with Thallon. I doubt he’s going to keep her safe.
“Why did you even come back? Got tired of the surfer girls?” Tom asks with a smirk as he watches the door open, and Luna walk through.
“I thought it would be fun. I mean, why not?” Thallon replied, his eyes zeroing in on my Star as she heads for her table.
“Little Mouse, what do you think you’re doing? Get over here,” he calls. Her back goes ramrod straight as her head dips and she slowly makes her way to our table.
What is he playing at now?
“Y-yes, Thallon,” she stares at her shoes and I can already tell that Aeron wants to lead her away. I think he likes playing protector for Star.
“You’ll be sitting with me today.” His smile is sly and I don’t like this one bit.
“O-o-okay,” she stutters as she moves down to Tucker’s vacant seat.