7. LUNA
Luna
R ome kisses like no one else I’ve ever met. Passionate and full of life, supping from me like a man starved. I can’t help but give in, my fingers curling into his shirt until it’s not close enough and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I raise onto the tips of my toes, moaning when his tongue drags along my bottom lip, requesting access.
Willingly, I part my lips and he dives in, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs and gathering me up until my legs are wrapped around his hips. In this position, I can feel every hard ridge of this man pressed against me, including the thickness between his legs rubbing against the crotch of my jeans.
What surprises me most is how effortlessly Rome picked me up. Not many men have attempted after taking one glance at my love handles and the few that have tried to suppress their grunts while veins pop on their forehead. Not the prettiest sight. Rome, though, isn’t even struggling.
He draws another moan from me when I feel metal swipe across my tongue. He’s pierced there too? I take a moment to do my own exploring, running my tongue along his lip rings, and then start sucking on the bar through his tongue while sifting my fingers into his short hair. God, everything about this man is glorious.
Rome pulls away from the wall and we start moving but I refuse to stop kissing him until he’s laying me down on a small couch in the back. The leather cushions are covered by a thick duvet, a frown spreading across my face. “You sleep back here?”
He shrugs. “Occasionally, when I need to get a full batch out for the college kids or something.” Rome reaches down, his arms crossed as he pulls at the hem of his shirt and tugs it over his head. That shouldn’t be so fucking sexy but I’m immediately distracted by the knicks and scars across his chest. A gasp tears from my throat as I sit up, running my fingers across his lower torso. Tears gather at the corner of my eyes when he threads his fingers through my right hand. “Sweetheart, don’t cry for me.” His other hand moves to cup my cheek. “We all have our secrets. Our demons and our pasts that we fight to forget.”
“Did it hurt?” I whisper.
“At the time. Sweetheart, I’m not worth your tears.” He bends down and places a kiss on my left eye and then my right, tasting the salt of my unshed tears. Rome gently lays me down, placing my hand beside me before his goes to the hem of my shirt. I tense and scramble from beneath him, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. Rome takes a step back, his hands raised, worry laced in his expression. “Luna, we don’t have to do anything. Let me pack up-”
“No, I just need the lights off.” My bottom lip wobbles as I try to keep the tears from falling. Rome is every bit of the distraction I need right now to get out of my head. “You said we all have demons. This is mine.”
Rome offers me a sweet smile before nodding and walking over to the doorway to flip the switch. A soft glow from the front spills in but not enough for him to see the damage beneath my shirt. Most of it is embarrassingly self-inflicted from all of the times I caught myself running from the men after me. My body sports the nightmares of every fall, every time I cut a corner a little too close, and the few near-death experiences I don’t want to relive. I slowly slide off my backpack and place it on the floor, turning it so that the glow-in-the-dark charm faces me. This has to be the oddest hookup he’s had but Rome doesn’t seem the least bit bothered.
Or he’s just a hot-blooded male looking for some companionship.
I’ll take the distraction anyway I can get it.
A few deep breaths later, I’m pulling off my shirt and undoing the clasp of my bra, Rome kneeling beside the couch as his fingers work the buttons on my pants. He begins tugging them down my legs, all while silence wraps me up in a warm cocoon. It doesn’t feel forced or uncomfortable with him, even though I only met Rome a few hours ago.
When his long, elegant fingers settle on my thighs, my breath hitches in my throat. “Rome, you don’t have to-” Not one of my other hookups has even thought of doing what he’s about to.
“Sweetheart, neither one of us has to do anything but I’ve been smitten since I caught you nearly drinking that poor excuse of a coffee in Ms. Elrod’s place. I can only imagine how sweet you taste after sharing a kiss. Will you let me indulge my sweet tooth?” Rome meets my gaze and grins. I can just make out the excitement in his face and despite the earrings and tattoos, he reminds me of Griffin—all sunshine and happiness.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl, now lay back for me.” Rome’s hands slide up my thighs, caressing the thickness of my legs. It feels like he’s worshiping me rather than running to a finish line and I can’t help but widen my legs when his hands move farther up. Two fingers swipe up across my cloth panties and I groan, thinking about how unsexy this moment probably is. I don’t own lingerie anymore. It’s highly improbable when I have to run and I fucking hate thong wedgies.
My thoughts scramble as he presses two fingers against my clit and I squirm, grabbing his wrist to apologize for what I’m wearing. “Rome-” I cut myself off, not sure what to say. I’ve never been this fucking shy during a hookup in my entire life. And that’s when I realize that this doesn’t feel like a hookup. It feels like something more, heavier, something that might last more than just tonight.
“Don’t be ashamed, Luna. I will eat you out and fuck you just fine despite what clothes you have on. And who am I to judge if you dress for comfort or show? I can’t imagine wearing a thong is comfortable on a plane ride.”
His words are unexpected which cause me to relax, Rome taking the chance to pull my panties to the side and swipe his fingers through my lips. A little moan slips from me as he repeats the motion before stuffing his face there and running his tongue through my folds. My back arches off the couch as my fingers instinctively move into his hair, tugging the short strands with the force of the orgasm he rips from me. Wetness gushes from my pussy and I cringe at how embarrassingly fast I just came.
Rome pulls away smacking his lips with a silly grin plastered on his face. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would, sweetheart, and seeing you pent up enough to explode on my face? Perfection. Now, let me get another one of those before I feel your pussy grip my cock in a vice.” His words have me squirming as he dives in for another taste, his tongue ramping me up even though my first orgasm has barely subsided.
I’m confused and turned on, all whilst trying to catch my breath. Have I really been that pent-up? With everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours, I can see why but god, that was embarrassing and yet Rome took that in stride as well.
Rome slides his hands beneath my thighs, dragging my ass to the edge of the couch as his tongue thrusts into my pussy. He’s suffocating himself between my legs and yet the punishing grip on the back of my thighs tells me how much he loves it. The bar through his tongue heightens my pleasure tenfold as I scramble for purchase, my body starting to vibrate as my second orgasm begins to rattle through me.
I slap a hand over my mouth to quiet the guttural cry threatening to alert everyone what we’re doing. “Fuck! Rome—shit!” I feel the build-up as my body shudders and my hips thrust forward, my orgasm spilling onto his tongue again. How has he made me come twice in as many minutes? My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, Rome sliding my panties down my legs before crawling up my body with a feral look on his face. Without even thinking, I draw him in, licking my taste off his lips and chin before kissing him again.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he resituates us on the couch. I tense again as he lies over me but I shouldn’t have worried. In the next second, he's flipped our positions so that I'm straddling his thighs, my fingers splayed out on his lower stomach. I’m not sure when he took off his pants but his bare cock is staring up at me, a glint of metal on that as well. “You’ll love it. I promise.”
I’m not denying that. Last year, I fucked someone with a Prince Albert and I had never come so hard in my entire life. Why am I comparing that no-name to Rome?
Rome smirks and I realize I’m practically drooling over his cock. I hear the sound of a wrapper and then watch him slide on a condom. I’ve never known this process to be erotic but his elegant fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a few strokes as his hips pump into his hand? More of that, please.
“This is your show, Luna. Ride me.”
A man has never said sweeter words to me in the last six years. Slowly, I angle his cock toward my pussy and raise up before sinking down onto his length. A low groan flutters from my lips as I brace myself against his chest, Rome’s hands moving to grip my waist. His thumbs brush along my sides, running over cuts that have only just healed. Even in the darkness, I can see his expression morphing into anger and confusion as if my pain hurts him. It’s a nice thought but I don’t believe it.
The way he’s looking at me, I feel exposed. It’s not disgust. I’m not just a conquest and the way he’s caressing my love handles and the stretch marks and cuts along my lower belly shows me he wasn’t lying when he called me beautiful. If only I wasn’t running to stay away from those suited goons.
His cock twitches inside of me, reminding me where we are as I begin to swivel my hips and take the pleasure that I so desperately need. His fingers tighten as mine dig into his chest. One of his hands moves up my stomach and wraps around one of my breasts, squeezing and tugging lightly before he curls his back to take my nipple between his lips.
I pick up the pace, needing this third orgasm like I need air, moaning as that piercing hits just the right spot. Again and again, I rock myself against him while he sucks on my tit and begins to explore with the other hand. When he drags me down for a kiss, I don’t protest, ready to explode all over again.
“Give it to me, Luna. Come for me.”
It’s like his words are a beacon, my pussy strangling his cock as my cries are swallowed by his kiss. His arms band around my back and he pumps hard into my heat before the warmth of his seed fills the condom. I sag against his chest, my body trembling from three orgasms. A slow whine dribbles from me as that piercing drags along my walls and sends me over the edge a fourth time. I squirm from the oversensitivity, my pussy trying to milk more from this man.
“Hey, Luna. You’re alright. I’m right here.” His words are sweet as he kisses my cheeks, content to hold me, his cock still inside of me as he brings me out of my head. My short breaths slow and lengthen, the calm of his voice and touch softening my panic. I want to cherish this moment because I know I won’t get another one. My gaze darts to the side of the couch and my bag is still there, that charm still glowing. I don’t want to pretend that I’m safe but for the first time in six years, I wish I was. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit and then we can snuggle.”
“Snuggle?”
“What? You don’t do that?” He flashes me a silly grin before gently rolling me onto my side and slowly pulling out of me, the loss of his cock making me feel empty. There’s a delicious ache where he used to be and while I know I’m not ready for another round, my pussy thinks otherwise. “Let me just go grab a cloth, alright? Then I’ll walk you home.”
He discards the condom before slipping on his pants and heading down the hall. I didn’t really follow how we got in here and it’s a little disconcerting. I sit up, snatching Rome’s shirt to cover myself, too tired to pull on my jeans and shirt. Rome didn’t even blink when he felt my body, although I know he has questions. I swallow and take in my surroundings before I realize that we left the door open. When Rome returns, I point at the entrance. “The door was open!”
Rome chuckles as he approaches. “And? No one walks in here past six. It’s a café, not a bakery. Ms. Elrod is the only person who gets freshly baked goods that late.”
“But-”
“Doors are locked. Lights are off. Would you like me to walk you home?”
My next words die on my tongue at his take-no-shit question. His entire demeanor has changed and a shudder runs down my spine at the authoritative vibe that wafts off of him. He might have made sweet love to me a few moments ago but this version of Rome very much fits that tattooed god I first laid eyes on.
“Luna.”
“What? Um, you offered cuddles.”
A dark chuckle falls from him as he approaches. “I think I used the word snuggle but I absolutely will cuddle with you. Let me change the blanket.” I stand up as he does so and then he lays me down on the couch before taking the outside and pulling me into his chest. “There’s a security lock on the front door and it’ll alarm if anyone tries to open it or smash the glass.” Rome presses a kiss to my nose and I angle my chin on his chest to meet those expressive eyes of his. His next words completely change the subject. “I quite like seeing you in my shirt, sweetheart.”
I wiggle against him and he grips my waist to keep me from moving.
“As much as I’d love another round, I’m equally excited about cuddles.”
And with that, I dangerously give in, resting against his chest. I’m not sure if he realizes how safe he has made me feel—from telling me about his security system, from positioning me so that I can see the entrance to this back room. In his arms, it feels like no one can hurt me. There’s only one other person that has ever made me feel like that.
And tomorrow, I’ll have to face him.