Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
I’d never tried to cut two pizzas with a hard-on before. First time for everything, right? Because fuck, I was so hard I was worried my cock was going to rip through my jeans. They were new, too, so it would be double the tragedy if that happened.
Hearing Moon moan like that for me had changed something inside of me. Just one word, and I’d had to hold myself up to keep from melting and falling to the floor. Feeling him melt against me, though? Made the effort so fucking worth it.
God, his mouth. His filthy, bratty, gorgeous fucking mouth was going to run my dreams like it owned them.
The way his lips parted so beautifully, his tongue begging for just the tip of my thumb, his mouth salivating for it, dripping so good for me in preparation…
How was I supposed to focus when all I could think about was tasting him again?
He always tasted so sweet with just a bit of spice.
I wanted to see his eyes flutter with lust again, his body so overwhelmed with pleasure I gave him, that he could do nothing but take it.
I finally managed to get both pizzas sliced appropriately, transferring them to a plate and bringing them to the dinner table.
Just as I set his down, Moon came out of the bathroom, his cheeks still flushed, his lips still red and shiny.
I smiled at him, taking in the view. He looked good, all fucked-out like that.
“Come eat, brat. It should be cooled off by now.”
I grabbed us some water from the fridge, turning to set it in front of him. Moon looked up, mid-bite, and trailed his eyes downward. I watched as a smirk formed on his lips. “Jeez, Em. Watch where you’re pointing that weapon.”
Looking down, I realized exactly what he was referring to. I’d have to start paying property taxes or some kind of land fees if my erection didn’t go down soon. “What can I say? Hearing you beg like that really did something to me.”
“Didn’t we already discuss the whole not getting too full of yourself thing? I don’t think you took it to heart if we did.”
I picked up my first slice of pizza, holding it in my hand. “I think I’m allowed to feel a little full of myself from time to time.”
Moon was a damn messy and loud eater. Usually, I’d find it offensive. With him, I found it endearing. He hadn’t even swallowed yet when he sassed back at me. “Arrogance doesn’t look good on you.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I don’t think you’re the best judge of that.”
“Are you saying I’m arrogant?”
“I’m saying you’re a brat. Swallow your food. Have you never been told it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?”
He rolled his eyes at me, only further asking for an argument. But, to his credit, he did swallow his bite. “I’m usually far better behaved when my mouth is occupied. But you know that, don’t you, Daddy?”
That was not helping my current situation.
It was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to blow my fucking load right at the dinner table.
Every slight movement had my cock throbbing for more, begging for friction, screaming for release right then and there.
I’d been focusing on the pizza on my plate, hoping it’d bring me down enough to actually exist on the same plane as Moon without jumping his bones again.
I wanted to see him look desperate. I wanted to see him beg and plead until he was red in the face. I wanted to hear every filthy sound that came out of his mouth end with a ‘Daddy.’ “I do indeed. I also know you’re being quite the brat to me, despite what I did for you earlier.”
“What you did for me earlier?”
“Mhm.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I let you come. I kept an eye on the clock so I could give you five solid minutes to do so. I could’ve just left you dripping and begging once the pizzas were done, but I didn’t, did I?”
The dark brown of his eyes brightened. I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. “You wouldn’t have. You were desperate for it, too. I know you were. You wouldn’t have had the balls to walk away.”
Leaning forward, I placed my arms on the table and looked him straight in the eye.
“You can test me all you want, brat, but I can and will show you just how serious I am. In the end, you’re the one who folds the moment my hands are on you.
Be more grateful, or I can promise right now that next time? You won’t have such a happy ending.”
“You want me to be more grateful?”
“What, is that too much to ask of you?”
He tilted his head. “How grateful do you want me to be?”
“Enough that I won’t have to toy with you too much.”
He hummed, pushing his plate away from him. “Deal.”
My brows came together in confusion. “Deal? We hadn’t agreed on anything.” My little brat didn’t say another word as I watched him slowly slink down from his chair and onto the floor. I tried to look beneath the table. “What’re you doing?”
Hands rubbed up my inner thighs, shocking a gasp from me. “I’m showing my gratitude, Daddy. Isn’t that what you want?”
I bit back a groan as his fingers worked my button and zipper.
The table was blocking my view of him, but I could feel him everywhere.
His hands roamed all over my legs just before gripping my waistband, tugging at it.
I lifted just enough for him to pull my pants and boxers down, finally releasing my throbbing cock.
The moment he wrapped his palm around me, I almost fucking combusted.
He gave me a few experimental strokes before leaning in, laving his tongue over my shaft as he moaned. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re so fucking big. And you taste so good.”
“Yeah?” It was barely more than a breath.
“Keep your hands on the table.”
“Is that a limit, or is that an order?”
“An order, Daddy. One you’re going to follow, or I’ll stop right now.” He teased the head of my cock with a slow, tantalizing lick around it. “Is that a problem?”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard, my knuckles started to turn white. “No. Whatever my filthy little slut wants, my filthy little slut gets. As long as he’s being good and appreciative.”
“Oh, I’m very appreciative, Daddy. Very appreciative.”
His mouth was so warm and tight, his cheeks hollowing to take me all the way in. I groaned, leaning back in the chair. I wanted to touch him. See him. Watch his eyes as he looked up at me, see his lips stretched so prettily around my cock.
But just as I had a hold on him, he had a hold on me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I struggled to keep my hips under control as Moon palmed my balls in one hand and set a medium pace, taking my length as far as he could into his mouth and stroking what he couldn’t with his free hand.
It felt like I’d bypassed the gates of heaven entirely and entered a brand new, much more serene place somewhere in the cosmos where nothing but pleasure existed.
The only thing I could think to do was ramble senseless praise to deter my hands or eyes from wandering. “God fucking damn, brat. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for Daddy, huh?”
It seemed to spur him on, taking me deeper, pushing me down his throat until I could feel his nose in my pubes.
My breathing echoed over the ringing in my ears, drowning it out.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, making sure to keep my hands on the table.
I held the wood beneath them, begging it to keep me steady—to keep me from falling even fucking more for the man on his knees for me than I already was.
My feelings were too much, too fast. The only thing I cared about was Moon. Moon. Moon. Nothing else mattered in the grand scheme of things, a vision of him always front and center. At any given moment, I was thinking of him.
When Moon and I collided, it felt as if a new star was born. A new planet, a new universe, an entirely brand-new kind of space. I barely understood it. All I knew was that Moon gave me satisfaction and fulfillment in my life I’d been craving for far longer than I’d ever realized.
A tightening started in my core, making me gasp. I could feel it. I was close. So fucking close to feeling something new and powerful. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come. That’s it, brat, keep going.”
Bright, all-encompassing lights surrounded my vision just as my hips flexed, and my stomach tightened all the way, my breathing pausing altogether.
When I came, it was down Moon’s throat as he kept his lips wrapped around me, swallowing every fucking drop.
And he didn’t stop there—no, he waited until I was shivering and damn near ready to pull him off before he finally let go.
I sat, panting to catch my breath, as he crawled from beneath the table. His lips were so red, so glossy, and so puffy. Irresistible. “Come here.”
“Did I do good, Daddy?” he asked with a smug smirk.
I pulled him closer to me, planting a kiss on the same lips that’d just sucked the soul out of me. “You did very good, brat. You were a very, very good boy.”
The smile he gave me was the only thing I’d ever need to keep going in life.
That, I was sure of. Though his eyes still held a depth to them, I’d finally been able to appreciate how they looked with a little bit of light in them.
Moon was everything I never knew I needed, and I swore to always protect that soul of his I’d come to adore so very much.
The sun had completely fallen, leaving only Moon’s namesake in the sky.
Its soft, gentle light filtered through the window, pouring a sparkling glow over Moon’s skin.
He looked beautiful lying like this—sideways, facing me, staring right at me with that newfound bright glint in his eyes.
When he looked at me, he seemed to light up.
All I’d known was the darkness within them, yet now all I could see was… adoration?
Whatever it was, it mirrored my own, and it was gorgeous.