“Luna, what would it take to get you to come home with me for a night?” Chad asks her, but I can tell by his grin that he’s only teasing.
Luna shakes her head. “You don’t have what it takes.” She looks over at me with a smile as her hand lands on my thigh, slowly moving upward. When she gets to my groin, she cups it firmly, making my blood boil with excitement.
I look over at her and see the passion brewing in her eyes. They’re hooded with lust as her tongue runs across her bottom lip, making it glisten.
“Chad, I’m sorry, but we have to go,” I say, looking only at her.
The corners of her mouth turn up slightly.
“All right, man. I’ll see ya the next time I’m in town. You two have fun tonight,” he says, understanding what’s going on between us.
I pull out my wallet and drop some money on the table to cover my tab, then the two of us stand to head for the door. Chad stands with us and I shake his hand, pulling him in for a hug before following after her. I find her waiting outside the door and she reaches for my hand. Instead of pulling me toward the parking lot where my car is, she pulls me into a dark alley—a gap between two buildings.
“What are you doing?”
“I can’t wait until we get home. Give me a little preview?” She walks backward, her back hitting the brick wall of the bar.
I can’t hold back my smirk as I walk closer, pressing her against the wall and picking her up against me. Her short black skirt moves out of my way easily as I brush against her center with my hand. She lets out a soft whimper as her lips find mine. I kiss her deeply while my fingers push her panties to the side. She’s already wet and ready for me. Just knowing that has me straining against the seam of my jeans. I push two fingers inside her and she moans into my lips. I want nothing more than to slide into her right now, but then it would be over way too fast. Our time is limited and I want to spend as much of it inside her as I can. So instead of removing myself from my jeans, I break our kiss, set her on her feet, then fall to my knees. She’s surprised, but once she sees what I’m doing, there’s no argument.
I lift her thigh and drape it over my shoulder before moving my mouth to her clit. She sucks in a deep breath and releases it with a hushed moan. She’s sweeter than any candy I’ve ever tasted. More addictive than any substance I’ve ever tried. As my tongue flicks against her bundle of nerves, her breathing becomes labored. Her hands thread into my hair, pulling at the strands and egging me on to work faster. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. I can feel her body start to tighten as her release builds inside her. Sliding my fingers back into her is what pushes her over the edge. She tightens around my fingers while her mouth whispers my name over and over until she’s fallen back to earth.
I pull away from her, putting her panties and skirt back in place as I stand up. “Now that you’ve had your sample, can I take you home?”
She offers up a sexy smile. “Only if you promise to do that again when we get there.”
I smirk. “Oh, baby, I’m going to do that and so much more,” I say, taking her hand and leading her out of the alley.
Thirteen
Luna
The moment we walk through the door of my apartment building, I jump into his arms, bringing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. He kisses me and carries me to my apartment at the end of the hall. He has my keys, and I kiss his neck while he tries to get the key into the lock. Finally, the door opens and we nearly fall through it, but he catches me just in time to keep us from smashing into the table. He kicks the door shut and locks it before carrying me to my bedroom. We collapse on the bed in a mess of kisses, touches, and clothing.
I manage to flip us over and I crawl between his knees. My hands land on his belt buckle and his eyes glaze over as he watches me. I free him from his jeans then slowly lower my mouth to him. I want to tease him for a little bit, so I only pay attention to the tip. I run my tongue around the rim, slowly sucking the tip into my mouth. His head falls backward as his eyes close. He lets out a deep moan. My right hand pumps him as I slowly work my mouth down his shaft, taking more and more of him into my mouth. His hips start to rise and fall with my movements and his chest starts to move up and down at a faster rate. His thighs and abs are rock-hard as I continue my work.
God, I can’t get enough of this man. Not only is he sexy as fuck with his toned six-pack, but that little V that leads down to his large cock is enough to make my mouth water. Every inch of this man is perfect, including the way he looks at me, treats me, and talks to me. And here I am, about to leave him. That thought makes my heart crack a little more.
“Luna, you have to stop,” he says, interrupting my thoughts.
But I don’t. I don’t want to. I want to taste him. I want to see if he tastes just as perfect as I’m imagining. Instead of slowing to a stop, I work faster and his resolve falls away. He’s no longer in control. I am, and he can’t fight against me. I work him over until he lets out a deep moan and fills my mouth. I swallow him down, making sure I clean up every last drop. Suddenly, I’m being pulled away and flipped over. His body comes to cover mine.
“Someone’s been a naughty girl,” he says, sucking my nipple into his mouth. Just like that, he’s hard again and pressing right where I need him. I try scooting my hips down so he can slide inside, but he catches me by my hips, stopping me.
“You’ve been in control. Now it’s my turn, and I’m going to make you work for it.” His mouth captures mine and he kisses me fast and hard, only amping me up more. God, I need him now and I don’t know how much longer I can wait. It seems like it’s been forever since he’s been inside me. I’m so confused, excited, and emotionally attached to this man that I could burst into tears if he doesn’t give me what I need soon.
“Daniel, please. I need you,” I whisper as he kisses his way down my body, sucking and flicking my nipples while his hand moves down to my clit to massage soft circles around my hard nub.
“You have me, Luna,” he replies, his tip pressing against my opening. He moves his hips forward, but instead of allowing himself to push inside me, he lets his tip slide between my folds, only teasing me more. I’m so turned on and wet for him that he easily slides against me.
“Daniel . . .” I call out his name as my hands squeeze his biceps.
His mouth crashes down on mine as he thrusts forward, finally filling me up completely. I let out a relieved moan as I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, never wanting to let go.
But I know we’ll need to let go soon. That moment is getting closer and closer even though I’m trying to hold on to him even more tightly. I feel like he’s dangling over the edge of a cliff and I’m trying to pull him back up, but our grip is slipping. Every day, he slips a little bit more until the day I know he’ll fall completely. I’ll be left to move on without him—always feeling that empty spot he’ll inevitably leave behind.
My release builds inside me while he rolls his hips against me. With each stroke, more nerves burn and tingle—coming alive as a result of having him in my life. Even after I shatter beneath him, he doesn’t stop, and I know he never will. He’ll always be here, waiting when I need him. He’ll always give me exactly what I need. He will always love me, even though neither of us has said those words. But I know he loves me. I can feel it every time we touch, and every time I catch him watching me. And I love him too—far more than I ever should have allowed.