Mo clears his throat. “I know I’m not the only one thinking that things are about to get really messy.”
“Messy is good,” Luna smiles. “Although, you boys could start cleaning up after yourselves. Just a thought.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ben says, with a clipped salute.
“How many washcloths do you get in a penthouse suite bathroom?” Asher asks, sounding genuinely interested. How these guys are maintaining conversation when there is a naked girl in the room is beyond me.
“Can we worry about the clean-up operation after we’ve made the mess?” I huff, leaning down to tease Luna’s pretty pink nipple with my tongue. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging gently, and I cant my hips against her pussy, feeling the heat and driving myself crazy in the process. Luna’s hands nudge the top of my head in the cutest, most demanding way. I guess my girl wants to get her pussy licked, and I’m more than happy to indulge her.
The first swipe of my tongue over her clit has Luna flinching. It’s already a little swollen, just from the teasing. Glancing up at her, our eyes meet, and she smiles, licking her lips.
“I think Luna needs something to fill her mouth,” I say.
Asher is more than happy to oblige, shifting closer and cradling her head, so she doesn’t strain her neck. As his cock breaches her lips, I lick her again, the sight of her sucking my friend’s cock enough to tighten my balls. I swear that watching Luna fuck my friends is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Mo and Elijah lean in to suck her nipples, and Connor takes her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around his straining dick. There might be seven of us, but we’re learning how to take our places around one girl.
I let my tongue dip inside her entrance, tasting her arousal. She’s wet enough to fuck but not needy enough yet. I want her begging and quivering, and then I’ll give her what she needs. I’ll fill her sweet pussy with my cum. I’ll mark my place in her life.
A few more licks and Luna groans, the vibrations making Asher swear. A few more licks, and she’ll make him come, which seems fitting. He was the first man to share Luna’s bed, after all. He was the pioneer and the man who set up this whole situation for the rest of us. I’ll never tell him, but I’ll forever be grateful that he didn’t listen to Connor and resist Luna’s advances.
She wriggles her hips, but I pin her down with my arm, licking faster and hard until she’s moaning and Asher’s pulling back, not wanting to come just yet. And my nuts are fit to burst.
That’s it. I can’t take anymore. I just have to be inside her. In one fluid movement, I’m over her, spreading her legs and thrusting deep. Luna’s legs come up to grip me and around my hips as Connor strokes her face, giving her a minute to catch her breath before she sucks him too. Her body undulates with mine in a way that feels completely synchronized, and I close my eyes, focusing on a pinpoint of light in the darkness behind my eyes, chasing the feeling of release that I know is coming soon. Each roll of my hips grazes her clit, and her pussy grips mine even tighter, making it my turn to groan.
Pulling back from Connor, she stares at me with glazed eyes. “Don’t stop,” she says. “Don’t you fucking stop.” And I don’t. I keep rolling my hips. I keep the even pace, watching her clutch the sheets as her beautiful breasts bounce with my movements. She’s wrecked and desperate, eyes scrunched so tightly it looks painful, and then, like a flash of lightning has passed between our bodies, she comes.
Oh God, the ripples of her cunt around me are just too perfect. I can’t hold out anymore.
When I come inside her, it is like sliding drunk into warm water. It’s like every part of me that needed release finds peace.
It takes me a minute to return from oblivion, and when I pull out, I watch my cum leak from her little hole, fighting the urge to push it back inside her.
“That’s it, Jax. Make some room,” Elijah says, clapping me on the back in a friendly-bro kind of way. He pats Luna’s hip and tells her to roll over. Once she’s on her hands and knees, Connor slides between her lips, and Elijah stretches her pussy around his huge cock, and I’m hard again in a second.
This girl is our moon and stars. She’s the sun on the hottest day, warming our weary bones. She’s the light in our darkness, and as my friends take turns to give her pleasure, all I can do is watch in awe.
35
LUNA
I think my brain is broken. I think Jax fucked it out of me, and now I'm just a shell of my former self, lost in pleasure.
But then Elijah is inside me, and Connor is easing his cock between my lips, and somehow, I draw back into myself, reforming just enough for them to splinter me into pieces all over again.
Seven men.
I know what Jordy's thinking. How the fuck would any woman manage to physically cope with all of the masculine urges?
What she doesn't know is that I spend half of the time that I'm in bed with them, experiencing another reality. I think it's what the word bliss refers to. I think that's where I go.
"Luna," Connor says, stroking my face. "Baby."
I nod, swirling my tongue around his cock in a way that makes him thrust forward, hitting the back of my throat until I gag. Fuck, that's sexy in a way that I don't quite understand. Who knew that a little bit of dominance would flick my switch? Who knew that soft words and harsh fingers would make my brain melt?
And my body.
Before I can prepare for it, my pussy is clamping down on Elijah's cock in wave after wave of perfect pleasure. I fall onto my elbows, losing all control of my limbs, and somewhere above me, Connor's coming on my shoulders and hands, as Elijah releases inside me.
Messy was an accurate prediction, but there is nothing bad about it. My men are marking me, and a primal part of me that's been buried deep only wants more.
And more I get.
I'm hauled into Asher's lap, sliding down onto his cock so easily that I don't have any time to adjust. He controls the rhythm, partly by thrusting up from beneath and partly by gripping my hips and tugging me against him. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good," he says.
There are so many things that I want to say to all my men. How awesome they make me feel. How each of them holds a unique and special place in my heart. How grateful I am that they've come into my life. That whatever happens in the future, there will never be a moment of regret about what is happening between us.
But my body is so limp with pleasure, and my mind so addled, that nothing other than moans and puffs of air will come out of my mouth.
"That's it, baby," Mo says, moving behind me so that he can fill his big hands with my breasts. I know, if I wasn't pregnant and Connor hadn't laid down the “gentle” rule with such force, that he might have tried to penetrate me too. But things are different now. Only slightly, but different enough for me to notice.
I kiss Asher's soft lips, my gaze meeting his eyes that are always the color of the clearest sky on a summer's day. Turning, I seek out Mo's mouth, finding his dark eyes soulful and intense. My men are such a contrasting group, but that just makes this so much more special.
Coming again seems like an impossible feat, but when Mo's fingers slide between my body and Asher's to seek out my clit, it's like an instantaneous reaction. Whip fast, the pleasure shoots up my spine, arching my back until I'm leaning against Mo, and Asher is speeding, speeding, chasing his release.