Luna
TWENTY-TWO
Every part of me is humming with excitement as he grips my hand tighter. I know I agreed to keep emotions out of it, but I’ll deal with the aftermath later if my heart refuses to listen.
Right now, he’s giving me what he can, and that’s good enough for me. It may sound desperate and pathetic, but the ache between my legs that’s already forming again makes it easier to block out what my heart is trying to tell me.
The elevator dings open, and I’m pulled out the door as I try to keep up with his strides. His jaw is set, and he looks like a man on a mission, further making my insides clench at the sight of him losing some of that control that he always wants to cling to.
Swiping his key card, he opens the door and holds it open for me.
“After you,” he says, with a devilish gleam to his eyes.
I step inside the suite and gawk. “Wow,” I breathe.
It’s four times the size of my room as my eyes roam over the upscale furniture and fully stocked bar.
I look beyond the windows and gasp. “Is that a hot tub on your balcony?” I hear his slight chuckle behind me at my excitement as I walk to the double doors and step outside.
Even the balcony is bigger than my room, I notice, as I check out the private spa in the corner before turning around.
He’s leaning against the glass, watching me, and my skin tingles as they move down the length of me before finally meeting my gaze. His eyes burn with desire, and I feel a rush of heat pool between my legs.
“Want a drink?” He offers, gesturing to the bar inside.
I shake my head. “No,” I breathe.
“What do you want, Luna?” He asks, his gaze darkening further.
I know he’s giving me this chance to back out, but I want this.
I want this with him.
Even if it’s just one night, I want to know what it truly feels like to be with a man like Cayden.
“I want you,” I say, bravely, letting him know I haven’t changed my mind.
His nostrils flare briefly as I walk over to him.
“That is…if you're up for it. I mean, you are five years older than me, and it’s probably past your bedtime, but…” I squeak as he swings me over his shoulder in the next second, walking us back inside.
“A dance teacher who’s naughty and a smart ass. Boy, did I hit the fucking jackpot,” he chuckles darkly, heading to what I’m assuming is the bedroom. “With age comes experience.” His hand slides up my thigh before smacking me on the ass.
I yelp at the contact and feel the sting burn my skin. When his hand rubs my cheek, I lean into the pleasure.
“Trust me, little moon,” he says, his voice turning seductive by the minute. “Those little boys you’ve been with will be long forgotten once you have a man inside you. You’ve been neglected far too long, and that ends tonight.”
He lowers me to the ground, and my body slides slowly down every inch of him.
When my feet touch the floor, both of our chests expand faster.
His eyes are still guarded, showing me no emotion other than the heat permeating off of them, sending a thrill through my body.
Walking around me, his fingers skim down my bare skin, landing just above my ass. The soft sound of a zipper breaks the silence as it slides down, baring my thong to him.
He sucks in a sharp breath before unclasping the halter at my neck, my dress silently dropping to a pool at my feet.
The cool air hits my nipples, causing them to harden.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I knew this ass would be amazing.” His hand roams over my cheek before squeezing it hard. “So fucking good,” he growls against my ear before biting my lobe slightly and backing away.
I step out of my dress, wearing only a thong and high heels. He moves around me, and his gaze darkens when they land on my breasts.
Dropping to one knee, he lifts my ankle and removes my heels one by one before sliding my thong down and tossing it aside.
His breath fans my center, and when he swipes through my arousal with his tongue, I don’t hold back the moan that erupts from me.
“Always so ready for me,” he praises, taking one more leisurely swipe before standing up. “On the bed,” his voice scrapes out before his hands work the buttons on his shirt.
With shaky knees, I climb on the bed before settling in the center.
“I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me what you did on the phone that night.”
I’ve never had someone watch me get off, but when he drags his dress shirt off his shoulders, the image of him standing bare-chested in front of me has my hand sliding down my stomach without a second thought.
He smiles when I obey, and when his hands go to his belt, I sink a finger in deep. My eyes follow his movements as he toes his shoes off and removes his pants and socks.
When he’s standing in just black boxer briefs, my hand stills when he hooks his thumb into the waistband.
“Keep that hand moving,” he tsks, not going any further until my fingers slide in again. “Good girl,” he murmurs.
Those two words send a surge of arousal between my legs. Reading it in one of my romance books is one thing, but hearing it come from Cayden’s lips is on a whole other level.
He notices my reaction and his lip curls at the edge as he cocks his head.
“You like it when I call you good girl.” It’s more of an observation than it is a question, but I nod anyway as I bite my lip when another spark shoots to my core. “You keep surprising me,” he muses, and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing from the furrowed look on his face.
I don’t have time to give it any more thought as he drops the last of his clothing and his huge dick springs out, widening my eyes.
Holy shit.
His dark chuckle rings out, and I realize I spoke that aloud.
“See something you want, little moon?” He wraps his hand around his swollen length and gives it a slow stroke. “Because I know I do,” he rumbles low, and I practically feel the sound vibrate against my thighs as his eyes roam over my spread legs.
His tip glistens with his arousal, and I subconsciously lick my lips.
“I will fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he chuckles darkly, reading my mind. “But I want something more, first.”
Walking over to the foot of the bed, he reaches over and grabs my ankles, pulling me in one quick motion to the edge of the bed.
Dropping to his knees, my insides quiver when I realize what he wants.
Palms skim up the top of my feet and circle my ankles, lifting my heels onto the edge of the bed.
“Fuck that’s a beautiful sight,” he rasps, pushing my thighs open wider before diving in.
My back arches off the bed as I fist the comforter with both hands at my side.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling the coarse hair on his jawline brush across my skin. His tongue sinks deep while his hands slide under my ass, lifting me to meet his thrusts.
The vibration of his groan has me shamelessly rubbing myself against his face. When he latches onto my clit my vision goes dark as my body coils tight.
“Cayden,” I pant, feeling my walls start to clench.
“Give it to me,” he demands, shoving two fingers inside and biting my swollen clit before drawing it into his mouth on a deep suck.
I cry out as I clamp down hard on his fingers. My body feels weightless as I soar into the ethers, feeling every bit of the intoxicating pleasure he pulls out of me.
When I finally loosen my grip on the comforters, he lowers me down with a smug look on his face.
“That was…” I struggle to catch my breath as I blow a piece of my hair out of my face. “That was the best damn thing I’ve ever felt,” I laugh, still feeling euphoric.
“That’s only because you haven’t felt my dick.” He gives me a cocky grin before standing up and walking over to his suitcase, pulling out a condom from the front pocket.
I dismiss the sharp pang of jealousy that he came prepared, not knowing I was going to be here. If I weren’t here, would some other girl be lying on this bed in my place?
Stuffing it down, I brace myself on my elbows and watch him tear it with his teeth before sliding it over his length.
I think about telling him I have an IUD, but something tells me it’s safer for my heart this way.
Going bare seems more personal…more real.
As long as I can keep up the notion that this is just sex…
even if it’s the best sex of my life, if the two orgasms he’s already given me are any indication, and not anything more, then we both can walk away with a few wins under our belt.
He slowly saunters over, his broad frame towering over the bed, and his eyes holding a fierceness that I can’t decipher.
He crooks his finger for me to come to him, and I sit up on my knees facing him. His hands dive into my hair as his lips find mine. There’s an underlying turmoil that I can’t explain as his tongue seeks mine. It’s almost as if he’s waging a battle inside as his fingers fist harder against my scalp.
He breaks away panting, his eyes a mixture of need and torment, before he flips me around and pushes me down on the bed so my ass is in the air.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He grounds out, his breath ragged in the silence of the room as he presses his tip near my opening, but stops from going further.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing there is no going back for me. I’m already in too deep to pull myself out. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, feeling my heart pound against the bed as he draws in a strained breath.
“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” he says quietly, “but I do know I haven’t wanted something this much in a very long time.”
He fills me in one deep thrust, and I cry out as my body quickly adjusts to his size.
“Fuck,” he growls, buried to the hilt inside me. “Jesus, Luna, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grits out. “Don’t move,” he growls when I press back into him.
He’s breathing heavily as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. I feel a steady pulse between my legs as I resist the urge to slide forward and slam back into him again.
When he finally starts to move inside me, my body clenches around him, claiming him possessively.