I say that but I have no idea if it will be. My cock is big and so is Asher’s. It’s a lot for one woman to take, but Luna shivers when I press my cock at her entrance, and exhales as I ease myself inside. Asher grips Luna’s arms as though he’s fighting for control, and I know exactly how he feels. It’s so tight in her pussy, so hot and perfect that my whole body is primed to fuck, but I need to be careful. I need her body to adjust and more than anything, I want this to feel good for her.
When Luna’s lips wrap around Hudson’s cock, I know she’s ready. The first few movements in and out send white hot sensation up my spine. Asher’s head whips back, his face scrunched up and Luna groans around Hudson’s cock.
Around the room, the rest of Steel 7 gather closer, watching everything with a fascinated interest and a hunger about what the future might hold for all of us.
There’s a crazy intimacy in this moment that I didn’t anticipate. There are four of us experiencing this pleasure, four of us working to get to the pinnacle of release. My balls draw tight, watching Hudson’s cock disappear deep into Luna’s throat, as his abs ripple with the sensation. Luna’s pussy squeezes tight as I pump deeper and faster, forcing her clit to graze Asher’s body with every thrust.
I’m close, but there is no way I’m going to come before the rest. In this position behind Luna, I’m the ringmaster, controlling everything. A little slap to Luna’s ass has her rhythm faltering, but Hudson doesn’t seem to care. He growls as he releases into her mouth, holding her face as she swallows it all. Asher chooses that moment to begin to thrust upward in little jerking movements, until Luna is begging us not to stop, her legs trembling until she comes like a firework, exploding with pulsations that feel like heaven. Asher is next to give in, his cock pulsing against mine and I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t hold back.
I have to let go.
And fuck it feels good. I pump Luna full, releasing deep inside her, the deliciousness of it all almost taking the top of my head off.
Someone in the room swears, and someone else whistles but all I can do is laugh.
Bubbling up from a place deep inside comes so much happiness that I don’t know what to do with it.
And Luna’s laughing too. It’s contagious and perfect, and I gather her against me, kissing her neck and her back, showing her just how much she means to me.
This crazy girl who’s managed to illuminate my life and the lives of my friends.
This girl whose heart is as big and bright as the moon.
When we’ve cleaned up and Luna is sleeping peacefully, we all draw back, looking down on the most beautiful girl that any of us have ever been with. A shiver of something passes between us; a shared rush of affection for a person who pushed hard to make all of us see how awesome this crazy thing between us could be.
We leave her to sleep, slipping back to our own rooms without saying a word.
How we each feel individually remains unspoken. All I know is that we shared the most unbelievable sex I’ve ever experienced, and, in the process, I realized that I want so much more from Luna than just physical satisfaction. I want to be someone she cares about. Someone she cherishes. And I want to hold my moon-girl in the palm of my hand like the treasured pearl she is.
18
HUDSON
The next stop on the tour is Barcelona. It’s my first time in Spain, but Mo has been there before. It doesn’t look that different from Athens until you hear the people talking and observe their slightly different mannerisms. The woman at the front desk of the hotel has the softest accent, and eyes that sparkle with youth despite her being at least thirty years older than me.
“Luna, over here,” a fan shouts from where they are being held at the doorway by the hotel’s security. We were warned in advance that the hotel was already overrun with Spanish teens just desperate for a photo or a video of their idol.
Luna’s in a good mood. I guess multiple orgasms have a long-lasting positive effect on her. Unfortunately, they’ve had a less positive effect on our crew. Connor is stressed. I can see it in the way his jaw ticks as he grits his teeth and the intermittent flex of his hands into fists. His eyes are dark, flitting around for threats, landing on Luna with a fierceness that’s different from yesterday.
Everything is different from yesterday.
We’re still focused on our job but keeping Luna safe has gotten personal. Maybe that’s why this is forbidden by the bodyguard code. Fucking your client changes your mindset. It changes a role that should be wholly objective into one that’s emotional, no matter how much you might want to separate the job from your personal life.
The elevator is slow to arrive, and when it does, it’s filled with Luna’s dancers who arrived on an earlier flight. “Luna!” they all shout, seemingly unaware that they’re drawing attention to her. This kind of exposure only makes protecting her more difficult. Mo is there, ushering them out of the mirrored interior as quickly as he can. It’s not that quick. Half of them are on their phones, and the other half look as though they’re still recovering from a hangover. I heard last night was busy outside of Luna’s bedroom too. The nightlife in Athens is crazy, especially when there is live music and ouzo involved.
On the journey up to the top floor, Luna tips her head so she can stare around at us all. She’s so little in comparison, and somehow, it’s even more apparent when we’re standing and clothed than it is when we’re naked.
“Just looking at you guys all dressed up in your suits gets me wet,” she says.
“Luna,” Connor warns in a low voice. “Keep that kind of talk to the room.”
Taking hold of his lapel, she tugs him closer. “There’s no one here. Only us. If this hotel had more floors to travel to, things could get messy.”
It’s at that moment that the elevator comes to a stop, and a bell dings to announce our arrival.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers softly, his shoulders dropping.
Luna’s grin is wicked. “That’s my aim.”
“We don’t have time for any death tonight, even a little one,” Mo says, striding into the corridor and glancing left and right. “Luna is performing in a few hours.”
“Just enough time for someone to get me off,” she says, trailing her hand over Mo’s chest as she makes her way to the huge mahogany door to the penthouse suite.
“We’re going to need to invest in a seven-sided dice to decide that shit,” Jax says. He taps the keycard to the lock and strides inside with Elijah, clearing the room for Luna to enter.
“Maybe I should just choose.” Luna lets her eyes trail up and down our bodies as though she’s assessing who would be the best candidate for the job. We’ve all proven our abilities, so it’s just a tease. Even so, Connor and Ben both shift so that their shoulders are back, and their chests puffed out.
Damn, it’s so hilarious to watch all the posturing, even though there shouldn’t be any need for competition between us all. Luna hasn’t shown any favoritism so far, that’s for sure.
“Maybe you need to keep your mind on tonight’s performance, and my men need to keep their minds on the job at hand.”