Luna
SIXTEEN
After a quick shower to wash away the sweat and grime of the club, I slide into my bed, exhausted from today, but still not able to shut my mind off completely.
Cayden Blade has decided to take permanent residency in my brain, and I haven’t been able to figure out a way to evict him.
That man is likely to bring me to the brink of insanity if I don’t figure out a way to coexist in the same room with him without wanting to tear his clothes off. And after tonight, there is no doubt the feeling is mutual.
My body responds to the memory of him pressed up against me, every hard inch of him fitting perfectly against mine.
And that kiss…God, that kiss was amazing. I could kiss those lips forever, and it would never be enough.
I shift on the bed and press my legs together to stop the ache that wants to form. The shower may have washed away the evidence of the club on my body, but it didn’t come close to washing away Cayden’s touch from my skin.
I still feel him everywhere.
Closing my eyes, I give in to what my body wants as my hand slides down my stomach and slips into my lace thong. I’m already wet and beginning to throb as I touch myself.
My back arches as I moan from the contact. His image burns behind my eyelids as I imagine it’s him that’s touching me. I usually need a toy to get off by myself, but tonight, his presence in this room is enough to have me panting from my touch alone.
The ding from my phone is abrupt and pulls me out of my fantasy.
I’m going to kill Connor.
Reaching out, I fumble for my phone, keeping my hand in place, not wanting to stop the momentum I had built as I glance at the screen.
It’s from an unknown number, but I know exactly who it is as I read the text message.
Unknown Number
Wanted to make sure you made it inside and are safely in for the night.
He interrupted me for this?
Wanting to get back to my little fantasy I had going on in my head, I hit the voice memo, so it’s faster.
Me
Voice Memo - Yes. Connor and I were effectively able to insert the key into my door and walk inside.
I say sarcastically, blowing out a frustrated breath and hitting send. I immediately get a voice memo back a few seconds later.
Unknown number
Voice Memo - Smartass.
The throaty rasp of his voice sends a spark between my legs.
Unknown Number
Voice Memo - And why do you sound all breathless? What are you and Connor doing over there?
I’m trying to get off to your image, you grump, if you would stop interrupting me.
Me
Voice Memo - Connor is out with one of his hookups that he calls when he’s in town. I’m…I’m in bed and about to go to sleep.
It’s technically true. I will go to sleep once this ache goes away.
My phone rings in my hand, and I jump at the sudden sound.
Jesus, can’t a girl cum in peace?
I swipe to answer it, putting it on speaker and throwing it next to me as I stare up at the ceiling.
“Yes?” I ask, my patience wears thinner by the minute.
“You’re lying,” he says in a deep voice that sends a thrill through my body.
“And what if I am?” I bite my lip to stop the grin as an idea sparks in my head.
Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still buzzing through my veins, or maybe I enjoy getting under his skin a little too much.
There’s a side of Cayden that I saw tonight that I want to see again.
Or hear, in this case. Either way, I can regret my choices tomorrow if it gets me what I want tonight.
His breathing is heavy on the other end of the phone, and it’s exactly what I need to hear as I start to move my hand again. A small moan escapes, letting out my secret before I can stop it.
“Jesus,” he growls, and the sound elevates my desire.
“Keep talking,” I whisper. “I need your voice.” I must be more drunk than I thought because the words easily slide out. I’m not thinking about boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed or how I need to guard my heart because his may never let me in.
All I’m thinking about in this moment is what it would feel like to shatter at the hands of Cayden Blade. I want him to take that control that he loves to cling to and use it on me.
His breathing gets more ragged, and I feel his intense energy through the phone as if he’s right here with me. Lifting my tank top over my head, I bare myself to him even if I’ll never be seen. I can pretend for tonight that his eyes are on me and it’s his touch that I’m feeling.
“You like dirty talk, Luna?”
His voice has a dangerous edge to it, and a shiver races through me.
“It seems I do,” I swallow, feeling like I’m on the brink of losing myself to something I’ve never felt.
“Seems?” He picks up on my inexperience right away, and I regret telling him, afraid he won’t go through with it now.
“The couple of guys I’ve been with were brief flings and college guys. Their main focus was on themselves. They never…they stuck to the basics. It doesn’t matter, anyway,” I say quickly. “Most of the time, I would fake it and finish the job at home by myself.”
“That oddly pisses me off and excites me at the same time,” he murmurs.
“Why does it excite you?” I ask with a laugh. “It’s actually pathetic.”
“It just means you haven’t been with a real man before,” he says, his voice dripping with sin before going silent. I hold my breath and wait to see if he’ll continue or back out. “Are you touching yourself?” He finally asks quietly.
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my heart speed up at the thought of this happening. “My hand is in my thong,” I swallow hard as a low moan vibrates through the phone.
“Is it the pink one that was pressed up against my ass? You don’t know how close I came to dropping to my knees and ripping it with my teeth. It’s all I can think about.”
I gasp at the sudden surge of heat that floods my body. That image alone has me begging for more.
“Does that excite you, Luna? My teeth grazing over your pussy? I bet you taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had. My mouth is watering just thinking about spreading you wide and feasting on you.”
His voice rolls over me like honey. Smooth and dangerously addictive. I slide two fingers inside, and my back arches off the bed in pure ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body feels heightened and sensitive to the touch.
My nipples are tight and begging for attention as my hand covers my breast, pinching one hard between my fingers. Desire shoots to my core, and I moan from the impact.
Wanting him with me, I turn the tables.
“Are you…” I lick my dry lips, wanting to know if he’s as turned on by this as I am. “Are you touching yourself?”
“I’ve had my hand around my cock since the second I heard your voice,” he growls.
I picture him lying in bed getting off to my image, and the realization steals what’s left of my composure, knowing it’s me who has this gorgeous, serious man on the edge of losing control.
“More talk,” I whisper, feeling myself getting close as I rub my palm against my swollen clit.
“Is your pussy throbbing right now, Luna, the way my dick is pulsing in my hand?”
“Yes,” I moan, moving my hand faster—my fingers going deeper.
“I know we’d fit good together, little moon. Too good,” he rumbles.
Little moon?
I quickly bury the way my heart flutters at the nickname. This needs to be surface-level only. Two people just helping each other out to release a little tension. Anything more and it’s too much of a risk for me to take.
“Spread your knees wider,” he continues in a deep, sultry voice. “I want to picture you laid out on the bed for me with your fingers deep inside…your thighs dripping with your arousal.”
“Yes,” I rasp. “I’m almost there.”
My body is a tight coil about to explode as I move my hips to meet his imaginary thrusts that I’ve created in my mind.
“I want to hear you cum for me,” he pants.
The sound of him pumping himself harder fills the room, and I match his rhythm, wanting to feel and be as close to him as I can.
“That’s it,” he praises with a low tone.
“Fuck your hand and pretend it’s my cock stretching and sliding against those tight walls. ”
“Cayden,” I moan, feeling myself on the brink of letting go.
“Fuck,” he hisses when he hears his name. Our breaths are heavy as the sound of us pleasing ourselves hits my ears. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. “Say it again,” he growls, pushing me over the edge.
“Cayden!” I cry out as an orgasm floods my entire being. My body trembles as my walls squeeze my fingers. Every part of me is shattered to the core as I surrender to him.
“Jesus,” he moans deep into the space we share. His breathing is labored and matches mine as our lungs frantically try to draw in air.
We lie there in the dark, neither of us saying anything as the reality of what just happened sinks in.
Boundaries were crossed that can never be taken back.
Actions were done that can never be forgotten.
The unknown hangs heavy in the air, neither one of us knowing where to go from here.
Only one thing is for certain as I throw the cover over me and curl on my side…
My life changed the moment Cayden Blade walked into it, and after tonight, he owns more of me than I’ll ever get back.