17. Luna
Luna
I swallow thickly. The taste of Ian is something I thought I would never experience.
The kiss was something out of a fairytale.
I felt how much he wanted me, and the way he is letting me dictate how tonight is going is everything.
He sits back in the chair, looking like a king with disheveled hair.
He removes his suit jacket, throwing the expensive garment on the floor as he watches me with dark eyes.
I think back to Lavender Moon, how it’s Ian’s club, how powerful I felt on stage. How I never took it further. But right now, in the privacy of this suite and with it being Ian, I want to do what I wasn’t brave enough to do at the club.
The music changes to something slow and sexy.
and I start to dance. Not touching Ian at first, just how I would at the club.
Enticing him, showing how my body moves.
I swing my hips and lightly drag the tips of my fingers to accentuate the length of my neck, the curve of my breasts, and the dip to my hips.
Ian watches with his hands gripping his thick and muscular thighs.
I take a few steps, the clicking of my heels like a warning for what’s to come.
I know what tonight means, that I’m going to lose my virginity to my stepbrother, and I can’t help but feel okay with the revelation.
Ian doesn’t have to know. I need him; he’s all I’ve ever wanted, him and his pack that I’m learning to care for every day.
I’m back in my first position, standing between his waiting legs.
He’s at eye level with me when he’s sitting and I’m standing.
I take a deep breath. My hands explore his neck and the exposed part of his chest that has a delicious splattering of dark hair.
His hands come to grip my hips, and I tsk at him.
“No touching,” I whisper as confidently as I can in his ear. He swallows but listens. He puts his hands on the outside of his thighs as I spin, placing my hands on his legs and leaning my back against his chest.
He exhales audibly as I touch him, my ass grinding against his already hard cock.
The rich material of his pants feels smooth against my hands as I hold onto his muscular thighs to dance.
My back is pressed against his chest, my breath is getting heavy, and I can feel how wet I’m getting, and he isn’t even the one touching me.
“Give me the perfume, baby. I need to smell you,” he says against my neck. I shimmy my gold dress up over my thighs, the glimmer of gold bunching up against my waist.
“Take them off,” I tell him. He swallows, and a low rumble in his chest shakes me slightly. His thumbs tuck inside of the elastic of the panties before he bunches the material and slides it down my legs. I kick them off over my heels, and I hear him moan behind me.
My perfume is thick in the space, and when I look down, his knuckles are nearly white as he holds his fists to his sides.
I spin around, standing up but keeping my dress bunched up.
Ian immediately looks down at my pussy. My cheeks heat.
When he’s looking at me, some of my confidence dips just because he’s so intimidating.
But I do as planned, straddling his thigh.
My full intention being to stain his expensive pants with my slick.
My hands continue touching his chest as I grind on his thigh, the luxurious fabric rubbing against my clit perfectly.
“That’s it, fucking use me,” Ian says, and the moan that escapes me is feral as I continue rubbing against his thigh. “Maybe after you’re done, I can go downstairs and show Keith and Darcy how my sweet, little stepsister came all over my pants, and I didn’t even touch her.”
It breaks me, his filthy and so wrong words. They have me shattering on top of him, staining his pants with my cum and me a shaking mess on top of his lap.
“Can I touch?” he whispers, and I nod. His hand immediately goes around my throat, bringing me in for another kiss.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to function without his kisses now. I need them, just like I need Ezra’s and one day James’.
His other hand kneads the flesh of my ass, and I moan.
“Does my baby want more?” he asks and I nod, biting my lip as I look at him.
It’s really happening. I’m going to have sex, and I won’t be the world’s oldest Omega virgin anymore.
“This has got to go,” he says, tugging the hem of my dress. His hands glide gracefully along the base of my neck, undoing the clasp with such accuracy I wonder how many dresses he’s taken off. I stop that train of thinking immediately before jealousy consumes me.
I never thought I was a jealous person. I’m not jealous of Ezra or James, but maybe it’s because I want them too. But the way Darcy spoke to Ian, the way she looked at him, I wanted to scratch her eyes out.
The top falls, exposing my breasts to Ian. He audibly exhales before both of his large hands are spanning my rib cage, and he’s rubbing both of my nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs.
I throw my head back at the sensation, my hair flowing behind me when I feel the wet pressure of Ian’s lips and tongue on my chest. I can’t help but to start grinding against his thigh again.
“So fucking needy, aren’t you, little moon?”
I nod, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth so hard I swear I see stars.
“Good, I want you needy and wet. I want to give you everything. You’ll never want for anything with me, Luna. You want to come? I’ll make you come so fucking hard you can’t walk. You want a pretty dress? I’ll buy you ten. You want a new hobby? It’s yours.”
“Oh…okay.”
“I’m going to treat you so good, baby. Give you everything you deserve. Let me?”
The way he says ‘let me’ is so sincere and hopeful. I can see the vulnerability as he looks at me. I nod and cup his chin, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss.
“But what will I give you?”
The look he gives me is incredulous, like the look he has when he thinks I’m being stupid. He opens his mouth, I suspect to say something rude, but closes it. His hand wraps around my throat, and he brings his lips down to mine.
“I get you, your sweetness, your gentle touches. Being around you makes me happy. You make me happy.”
“Then let me make you happy,” I say, standing from his thigh, and with a deep breath, I unzip the side of my dress. It smacks against the floor, and I stand in front of my stepbrother completely naked, except my heels.
“On the bed,” he says in a dark tone. I back up the few feet to the bed, lying down. Not a huge fan of the scent, but I know Ian and I are about to change that.
My bravado slowly starts to fade away as he gets closer and closer to the bed. His clothes are still on, but I need him naked. I need this to move quicker before I lose my own nerve.
I’ve used toys, I’m only human and an Omega at that. I popped my own cherry when I was about sixteen. But I’ve never done the physical act, and from what I felt against Ian’s pants, he’s much…much bigger than what I’ve used before.
He tugs his dress shirt out of his pants and unbuttons each button slowly as his eyes rake along my body. He licks his lips as he watches me, and I feel how slick and ready I am for him.
I can do this. I’m going to do this. I want to do this.
He shucks his dress shirt off, tossing it on the floor before undoing his trousers. As he slides them down his long legs along with his boxers, I watch his cock bob against his firm stomach.
“Holy fuck.” I meant to keep that in my own head, but seeing Ian’s smirk, I know that I didn’t. He crawls up the bed, and I can’t help but stare at his cock. It’s not even just the length, but the girth. I don’t think I can make my fingers touch.
After my initial shock, I look at his knot, which isn’t even fully inflated. I swallow thickly and meet Ian’s eyes as he pushes my hair away from my face.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says softly.
“I…I want to.”
“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never think about anyone before me, before your pack.”
I swallow and nod as he holds his cock in his fist and nudges against my entrance.
He can’t even be partially in when I feel myself clamping up, and I’m consumed with worry.
He pulls out of me, and his hands are on my face.
His thumbs rub circles on my cheeks. I know my eyes are watery, and I don’t want to cry. God, how embarrassing would that be?
“Luna?” he says. I was so sexy earlier, so confident. And now? I’m a mess.
“I lied.”
“That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything.”
“No, I lied that I had ever been with anyone.” His brows furrow, and he shakes his head.
“What?”
I grab a pillow and groan. “I’ve never had sex before. I did plenty of other stuff.” He looks irritated when I say that. “I masturbate all the time. But you’re...” I point at his still hard dick. “Huge.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrug, knowing that I lied because at that point and time I didn’t know this was more than a sexual interest. “I was embarrassed.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I would hate anyone who touched you besides our pack. Whether it was two or two-hundred. But I wouldn’t feel any differently about you, I don’t care that you’re a virgin. We don’t have to do this tonight.”
“I want to,” I say softly and honestly. I’m nervous and genuinely concerned if he will fit. But I want him so badly. I’ve wanted him for so long this feels like my reward for being so patient.
“We’ll go slow,” he says softly, his hands still on my face. “We can stop at any time.” I nod, and he smiles at me. Not one of his smirks or his devious grins, a cute smile that I think might be reserved specifically for me.
One of his hands leaves my face and trails down my body, making a quick stop and each of my breasts before he cups me. His palm presses hard on my clit before his fingers slide into me.