Chapter 7 – Luna
Chapter Seven
Luna
As it turned out, Nilesh only had two condoms, but he’d eaten me out first—and his beard had felt just as fun as I’d thought it would—so I was an orgasm ahead. Our first fuck had just been about us both getting off, but now we wanted to get good.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. He had my legs splayed wide on the desk, and we were both just watching his rubber-covered cock push into me again.
It was even darker than the rest of his skin, and I took some time to marvel at it—I hadn’t slept with anyone who was uncircumcised in a long time; it was a shame we couldn’t be skin to skin.
“Yeah,” he agreed, closing his eyes like a cat, feeling the length of him slide inside.
I moaned and lay back as far as the desk allowed me, scattering the remaining mail everywhere.
He was the kind of width that’d make your jaw hurt if you sucked on it for too long—not that I’d have let that stop me from trying, next time I had the chance.
But for right now, he wanted to be inside me, and I wanted that too, feeling his hips roll, as he rocked back and forth. He pulled himself out, played my clit with his cock’s head, and then replaced it with his thumb as he sank straight back in.
“I can’t believe all this beautiful skin and not a singular tattoo,” he said, leaning over to kiss my breasts again, playing his tongue across the barbells in my nipples. My shirt was somewhere on the floor beside my panties.
“I still have places you haven’t seen,” I said, grinning, eyes rolling back, giving myself over to pleasure.
“What, internal organs?” he teased.
I laughed, and he snickered, then he made an animalistic sound, and started fucking me with intent.
“Shit, Nilesh,” I groaned as he shoved his wide cock home.
I slick as hell from already having come twice, but it was like those orgasms had made my walls puffy, and I could feel the thick ridge of the head of his cock as he thrust it inside, riding up into me before pulling right back down.
“God . . . damn,” I panted, and then I reached between my legs, shoving his hand away to replace it with my own. I knew what I wanted and needed, and that was to come, again, around him, and if I managed to come twice before his fat rocket between my legs went off, all the better.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he growled and grabbed my thighs, hitching me to the edge of the desk, before bending his knees so he could shove himself both in and up inside me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling transported and ready to see in technicolor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I called out as touching just the right spot on my clit brought me closer. “Don’t stop!” I begged him. “I’m so close!”
He made another snarling sound, like he was tormented by holding his orgasm back.
“I—I—I—” I tried to explain, or warn him, but I couldn’t, I just started thrashing on the desk. “Yes!” I shouted, at him, like my master hadn’t allowed me to tell Jack earlier. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Nilesh groaned and rammed himself into me, thrusting wildly, moaning with each fresh jet of cum, and when he was done, he left himself deep, his hips against mine. There was a bead of sweat on his forehead, and I grinned, licking my thumb before reaching up to wipe it off.
“Fuck, Luna,” he whispered, slowly pulling out, holding on to the condom as he did so.
“Yeah,” I said, trailing a slow hand over my own chest. “Fuck.”
Someone beat on the office door from the outside. “You two done in there?”
Nilesh looked guilty, and started hauling his jeans back up. I hopped off the edge of the desk and let my skirt fall, swooping down to grab my shirt. “You didn’t lock the door?” I hissed at Nilesh. He raised innocent hands. “Rookie mistake,” I mouthed, assembling myself quickly.
I pushed him back so that if it was Jack outside, or any other member of Dark Ink’s crew, I’d have a chance to explain that what happened in the office that I was newly in charge of was no one else’s fucking business.
But instead of any of the semi-strangers I was expecting to see when I whipped open the door, I found a somewhat familiar vampire there, instead.
Paco.
The vampire who’d almost bled me to death, accidentally, a week ago.
“You,” I growled, stepping up to face him. His eyes flickered past me, but then realizing I wasn’t fucking Jack, he stepped back. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Paco was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Strong cheekbones, full lips, and he looked like he could pick up a full slot machine.
“No, actually?” I went on. “I know.”
Nilesh appeared beside me a moment later and sensed the tension in the air. “Another ex?” he guessed.
“No. It’s a long story that I won’t tell you sometime—over dinner.” I crossed my arms. “But it doesn’t concern you.”
Nilesh gave me look of concern. “You’re sure?”
“Plenty.” I managed to give him a tense smile. “Please, go?”
He kept a steady eye on Paco as he finished fastening his belt buckle shamelessly, which I liked, and then dodged around him to head for the door, giving me one look back. I waved him away.
The second the door was closed, Paco gave me a withering stare. “You shouldn’t encourage him. He doesn’t know what you are.”
I went back into the office and picked up my abandoned sports bra and my bag. “A girl’s gotta eat, and currently a girl doesn’t get paid very well—and we both know Jack doesn’t go grocery shopping. Why’re you here, Paco?”
“I wanted to talk to Jack.”
“Have you tried texts or emails?” I suggested sarcastically.
He frowned. “In person. I figured this was neutral territory.”
“Yeah, right.” I pulled my backpack on. “What would you have done if it had been him fucking some co-ed inside there?”
Paco’s hands curled closed but he didn’t say anything.
Then he opened his mouth, but I shook my head, fiercely. “Nope. Fuck you. I’m neither of your errand boys. And while I may be his secretary here, I do not take Jack’s personal messages.” I put my hands on his broad chest and started shoving him towards the door.
“Luna,” he complained, as we passed the jewelry counters by.
“You want to talk to him, you talk to him yourself.” He stopped and wouldn’t let me push him anymore. I pounded a fist on one of his ridiculous pecs in frustration. “You have been given a gift I would kill to get—a gift I have killed to get—and it’s wasted on you, same as it’s wasted on him.”
He raised his hand to my chin and made me look up. “Tell Jack I’m putting my life back together. Without him.”
The need to tell Jack Paco’s message flooded my mind because of his new vampiric powers. “That’s not fair, goddammit!”
“Tell him that,” he said, taking a step away from me and shaking his head.
His reluctance to own up to the circumstances surrounding his creation, or tell Jack his own messages at the very least, infuriated me. “I was there, Paco—his choices were to let you live again, or watch you die a final death. What the fuck did you expect from him?”
It didn’t matter, he didn’t answer me, he just walked right out the door.
I seethed in frustration as I turned the lights off, one by one. I finished stomping, then left the building and locked the door.
“Everything all right?” I heard a now-familiar voice ask. I snapped to see who it was, and found Nilesh, leaning against the hood of a souped-up Honda Civic.
“You just hung out here, in the parking lot, waiting for me?”
“I wasn’t sure about this neighborhood,” he said with a tease.
I snorted softly. The worst thing possible for this neighborhood had just been inside Dark Ink.
I looked from side to side, but didn’t see Paco anywhere, he’d already left, so sure of his powers.
He may have “whammied” me, as Jack liked to called it, but because he was new at it, he’d left me a loophole: I had no idea where Jack currently was.
And because Paco hadn’t told me to go find him .
. . his message could wait until after I’d eaten.
Either a cheeseburger, or possibly other things, I thought, while looking at Nilesh.
Both, maybe?
Why not? I was a relatively free girl, for the rest of the night. For the first time in a long time.
I gave him a dangerous smile. “Want to take me to Vegas’s best all-night diner?”
His handsome face was split by a wide grin. “I’d love to.”