Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
W hat in the fuck was he doing? The last thing he wanted was company tonight. He hadn’t needed Echo to rub his feet. Who was he kidding? If he hadn’t wanted company, he would have shut his door. Any plan of sending her away ended when she dropped to her knees. He’d always been a sucker for a woman who would do anything to please him.
He had never asked for a foot rub before, but damn, from the way his dick was aching, he’d been missing out. Who knew his foot had an erogenous zone?
Changing his mind about having company, Moon pulled Echo onto his lap. Covering her mouth with his, he lay back and, with a twist of his hips, rolled them over until she was under him.
There was something different about the way Echo was kissing him tonight, but he couldn’t place what it was. He had fucked her numerous times, yet he had only kissed her maybe three or four. That was normal for most of the women he fucked. Usually, his mouth had better areas he preferred to explore and give pleasure to.
About to cut the kiss short and take her top off, Moon found himself delving deeper into her mouth at the unexpected, lush taste of her. It was the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. What made it more confusing was that he had kissed Echo before, and he would have certainly remembered these sensations if he had experienced it with her then.
Lifting his head, he took a deep breath, filling his oxygen-deprived lungs. “Damn, woman, you nearly sucked my soul out with that kiss.” Moon lowered his mouth back to hers. “Do it again.”
Sliding his hands under her top, he moved up her ribcage then went around to her back to find the snap of her bra. Unhooking it with experienced fingers, Moon slid his hands downward to cup her ass, raising her pelvis flush to his.
A groan of satisfaction escaped him as he rubbed his crotch against hers.
“We’re going to lose these jeans.” Moon raised himself off Echo’s sublime body to unzip her jeans before tugging them and her panties down in one quick movement. Removing a condom from his back pocket before unbuttoning his jeans, he shoved them off his hips. Then, kicking them off, he reached out a searching hand in the dark to find the heated warmth he knew would be waiting for his touch. “Then I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow.”
Finding the smooth skin of her thigh, Moon was taken aback when he realized she was trembling under his touch.
“Are you cold?”
Her reply came out a strangled whisper. “No.”
He chalked Echo’s unusual behavior up to his brain being fried after working nonstop for the last forty-eight hours on an assignment Viper had given him, then drinking for the last four hours to unwind so he would be able to sleep.
“I can turn up the heat if you are.”
All he could see in the pitch-black room was her shadow. Because he worked so many night hours, the window coverings were black-out shades.
Skimming her thigh, Moon stroked higher, finding the silken warmth of her pussy. He covered her body with his, then went back to kissing her, wanting her mouth as badly as he wanted her wet pussy. Gliding his tongue inside of her mouth, he palmed her pussy, rubbing it hard in a circular pattern, spreading her slick juices onto his hand.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm …” she moaned. “Mmm …”
He raised his hand slightly, then her leg until Echo’s knee was bent. Using his shoulder, he laid her out, exposing her to his machinations.
He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and tantalizingly raised his palm from her pussy a few inches, then smacked it back down.
A startled scream escaped her mouth.
Using his thumb, he swirled her swollen clit, soothing the small sting. Then he stroked his tongue down her jawline to her neck, stopping when he felt her tremble when his tongue found a particular spot. Delicately licking the spot, he grazed his teeth over it. When her hips wiggled against the mattress, he knew he had found the erogenous zone he had been searching for.
Moon’s breath hitched in his chest at the feeling of euphoria settling over him. It was if he were having sex with Echo for the first time, wanting to outdo any man she had fucked before, make her crave him more than any brother here, and lastly, never let her forget the earth-shattering, mind-blowing, never-ever-can-be-beaten experience of having sex with him. He lived for this shit—to make sex so awesome one of them would beg him to make them his woman.
Lifting his hand an inch higher, he heard Echo catch her breath.
“Soft or hard?” he teased. Waiting patiently for her answer, Moon rubbed his rigid cock against her thigh.
“Hard,” he barely heard her whisper.
He gave her what she wanted, and his cock swelled at the sound of his palm hitting her wet pussy.
He smacked her pussy three more times, giving her the choice each time, until he couldn’t stand the darkness any longer. He wanted to see the pink heat in the light.
“Damn, I’m going to turn on the light.”
“Don’t.” Her startled murmur coincided with her suddenly pushing at his shoulder until he was flat on his back.
She pressed her hands on his chest, and Moon felt her knees settle between his thighs.
Her soft hands traveled down his chest and stomach until they reached his cock. When her luscious mouth settled over his cock, his hips surged upward demandingly. Sucking hard, Echo took more than half his cock in her mouth, which was an achievement for her. Echo was notorious about disliking giving blowjob, usually doing the bare minimum to get one of the brothers off. Tonight, she was going all out, as if she wanted to lick his cock and never give it back.
Groaning, Moon buried his hands in her hair as he bucked his hips upward, driving his cock deep into her throat.
When her hand started caressing his balls, he used her hair to pull her off. Then, using his free hand, he searched for the condom in the direction he had tossed it onto the bed. Finding it, he handed it to Echo. “Put it on me,” he ordered, letting his hands move to her waist to get her in the position he wanted her. “Hurry up, or you’re going to be sucking me dry instead of me fucking that wet pussy begging for me.”
Moon heard her opening the condom in the darkness before he felt it being rolled onto his straining cock. Gritting his teeth, he lifted her higher in the air so the tip of his cock prodded at her opening.
“Soft or hard?”
“Hard,” the choked murmur came out as her knees braced herself on each side of his hips.
He slammed her down, and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the imaginable pleasure of his cock plowing inside the tight inferno which threatened his control before they could get started.
“Goddamn …” Moon groaned. “Fuck me.”
Echo started raising and lowering herself over his cock fervently, and he let her without trying to control her movements as he lay back, enjoying the passionate cries she was making.
When he gripped her thighs to keep her steady, something in his sleep-deprived mind teased him. Attempting to figure out what it was through the alcohol he had consumed while Echo was riding him as if the world was about to end, he did everything he could to not to come. It took more effort than trying to figure out what was nagging at him.
Small whimpers coming from her tore him from his thoughts.
“Baby, you’re not getting there full throttle. Slow down …” Moon raised his hands from her thighs to her hips, not letting her raise herself from her downward stroke. “Try this …” He showed her the movements he wanted her to make, and Echo sank down further on his cock and started rubbing her clit against the hand he had slid between their bodies.
When her pussy clenched around his cock, he rolled to the side, lifting one of her legs over his hips. Echo’s face burrowed into his neck as she shook in his arms. Aiming his cock in her sheath so she would get the most amount of her pleasure, he felt her small teeth suck his skin into her mouth. Usually, that was a big no-no with him. He never let any woman leave a mark, but when her teeth sank into his flesh, his mind blanked out in a red haze of lust.
Twisting his body, he started thrusting inside of Echo so hard he slipped and had to maneuver himself back in to finish the climax he thought was about to blow his skull off. As he shuddered in the aftereffects of his climax, Moon wouldn’t have been able to spell his nickname.
His chest was still heaving, trying to achieve a full breath, when Echo suddenly pulled away, nearly ripping his cock off in the process.
“What the fuck?” All he could see was her shadowy movements and hear the sounds of her getting dressed. “You’re leaving? I …” Sitting up on his elbows, he could see her bend over then stand, and he heard the hiss of a zipper.
Fuck this. At least they usually waited until the sun came up to take off.
“At least turn on the fucking light so I can …” Moon sat up, his hand moving to the nightstand to take out a towel to wipe him off with.
Gaping at her in the darkness, he saw her shadow form hurry toward the door. Then, instead of turning on the light for him, he saw the door crack open and her starting to slip out.
He lost his cool and didn’t hold back. “If you see Ember, send her my way. At least she wears a man out. I see why you always prefer threesomes—you’re lame as shit on your own,” he snapped out harshly.
With her back to him, Moon saw her jerk as if she had been struck. Then, without saying anything, she slipped through the door and closed it behind her.
“Fuck …” Regretting his harsh words, Moon shimmied across the mattress to turn on the bedside lamp. He jerked the twisted sheet off his hip as he took the towel out of the drawer, then wiped his pelvis off, seeing he no longer wore the condom. When had it come off? When she had jerked away from him? Moon tried to remember if it had slipped off his cock and couldn’t.
“Fuck.” Throwing the towel into the hamper next to the nightstand, he turned the light back off then lay back down. He was too tired to be worried about it tonight. The condom was just an extra safety measure all The Last Riders swore by to keep their lifestyle worry-free. All of the women in the club were on birth control, so he had no worries if the condom slipped off. There wouldn’t be any unexpected consequences.
Spreading out on the bed, Moon bunched a pillow. “Fuck the holidays …” he murmured groggily. “Fuck them all. I never got a gift I wanted, anyway.”
He pressed his lips together and turned, reaching for another pillow to hold as the familiar loneliness settled back into the room.
A small hint of perfume wafted from the pillow, loosening the chock-hold keeping him awake and allowing his mind to finally let him drift off into a dreamless state where it didn’t matter if he never woke up. No one would care.