Luna #2
He fills me again harder this time, and a moan vibrates in my chest. At this angle, I feel him so deep inside that he’s like an extension of my body that I’m clinging to with all my might, afraid this feeling might go away.
His hand slides up my back and buries into my hair, grabbing a fistful. He tugs hard, and the sting on my scalp only urges me further.
“I knew there was a dirty side to you,” he says with a throaty chuckle, pulling harder as I moan my approval. “Little moon seems to like it rough,” he observes when I feel my arousal drip down my thigh.
The slap of our bodies echoes in the room as his thrusts get more demanding and harder. I’m on the brink of falling when a slap jolts my body back as a sting on my ass cheek sears through my preorgasm haze.
“Not yet,” he warns, rubbing his hand over my reddened skin to soothe away the pleasurable pain.
He brings me to the edge again, only to slap the other side, stopping me at the last second. His palm runs over the burn, and I close my eyes on a moan.
“Cayden, please,” I whimper, as my walls clench around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, digging into my hips again and thrusting into me hard.
“Yes,” I moan, feeling myself slip over the edge. My orgasm slams into me with brutal force as I cry out his name, clenching around him in a tight vise.
His raw moan rings out as he pulses inside me.
Our heavy breaths are the only sounds in the room as he eventually slides out of me.
“Are you okay?” He asks quietly as I stand on wobbly legs and turn around, wishing I hadn’t. His eyes avert mine, and he runs a hand through his unruly hair. “If I was too rough…”
“No,” I say, cutting him off. “It was…it was everything I’ve always wanted to feel.”
He hesitates briefly, like he’s about to say something else, but nods his head slightly instead before walking to the bathroom to clean up.
I pull the rest of my pins out of my hair and run my fingers through it, trying to tame the mess. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I quickly search for my thong and slip it on before stepping into my dress.
He stops when he sees me pulling up the zipper of my dress.
“You’re leaving,” he states, and I notice he’s wearing black boxer briefs again.
“Yes,” I say quickly, pulling my eyes away before they betray me. “No emotions, remember?”
“I remember,” he says flatly.
Afraid to see regret in his eyes, I keep my eyes trained on anything but him.
I can do this, I tell myself, picking up my shoes off the floor and sitting on the bed to fasten the straps.
From the heavy energy in the room, I can tell he’s about to back away from me again, but this time it’s me who’s doing the leaving first.
“Let me at least walk you back to your room,” he sighs, when I stand up to leave.
“It’s a hotel hallway, not the streets of New York City,” I laugh, but don’t feel the humor at all in this situation as I head out of the bedroom to the front door.
“I guess I’ll see you at Scarlett’s dance class unless you ghost me again and have Mae take her instead.
” I throw the little jab at him over my shoulder, even though it’s petty.
It feels good to gain some control back when it feels like I’ve lost it all to him.
My heels click on the tiled floor as I reach for my purse by the bar and close the door behind me.
Feeling damn proud of myself for not getting wrapped up in my emotions, I press the elevator button and step inside when it opens.
As soon as the door closes, I feel the emptiness he left behind. My eyes prick with tears, and I squeeze them shut before they can fall.
Damn it.
So much for keeping my heart out of it.
I tilt my head back, and it thuds against the wall as I stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I’m going to pretend that what we just had didn’t happen. It was more than just sex, whether he wants to admit it or not. The connection was felt too deep for it to be strictly physical.
My phone dings in my purse, startling me, and I dig it out.
I read the notification that just popped up from my work scheduler.
Monday, 2 PM
Cayden Blade
Restorative Yoga
My phone dings several more times, filling up every available time slot I have for the next two weeks, except for days when I know he’s on the road for away games.
A text message comes through, and a smile touches my lips.
Mr. Serious
You're not getting away that easily.
Another comes through, and I feel the familiar rush of heat to my cheeks.
Mr. Serious
I can still taste you on my lips, and I’m nowhere near done with you.
Mr. Serious
You say the word, and I’m back to being just a dad of one of your students, but if you want more of what we just had, then I’m selfishly asking you to say yes.
The elevator doors open, and I contemplate what to say. He’s giving me an out—one I should take.
Memories of tonight resurface, and just this once, I want to be reckless.
My whole life, I’ve followed every rule. I was the perfect student…the perfect daughter.
I put in long, hard hours to become the best dancer and teacher I could, sacrificing my social life because it was the responsible thing to do.
Never breaking the rules.
Never letting myself lose control because of the consequences.
Taking a deep breath, I text back as I walk to my room.
Me
So you want me to be your booty call…
Mr. Serious
Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a dick.
I giggle at the screen and can’t believe I’m actually considering this when I know how it ends.
Me with my heart in the hands of a man who swore he would never love again.
Why can’t I just walk away?
Mr. Serious
If it makes you feel any better, I’m willing to be your booty call too. My dick is at your disposal any time you want to use it. You are in control here just as much as I am.
Well, when he puts it that way.
Having Cayden’s dick at my beck and call doesn’t seem like a bad deal.
Me
I’m in. I expect you to have your phone on you at all times when you’re not on the ice. You never know when I’ll have a sudden itch that needs to be scratched.
I change his contact name on my phone and laugh at my humor.
Mr. Booty Call has a nice ring to it.
Speak of the devil.
My phone dings as I swipe my key card and enter my room, throwing my purse on the bed as I read his text.
Mr. Booty Call
Oh, little moon. I’ll take care of every little itch of yours, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.
Mr. Booty Call
My phone will be with me.
Grinning, I slip out of my heels and strip on the way to the shower.
I step under the warm spray, and a smile touches my lips when I wash the soreness between my legs.
Just thinking about what I felt tonight overrides any doubts or concerns I have. I love how he makes me feel. I’ve never felt more wanted or desired in my life. I’m not ready for it to end, especially when there’s so much more he can show me.
When I step out and wrap a towel around my body, I decide to test his little theory.
Me
I have an itch.
I bite my lip from laughing, wondering if he’s going to make good on what he said.
Mr. Booty Call
What’s your room number?
Me
5036
Mr. Booty Call
I’ll be there in ten.
Well, damn. He actually meant what he said.
Having Cayden on speed dial might just be the best thing I’ve ever done.
Running back in the bathroom, I lather lotion on and throw a t-shirt over my head. I didn’t bring any sexy lingerie, so my oversized tee is as good as it gets. I quickly brush my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror.
My green eyes look brighter, and my cheeks are still flushed from the shower. I feel freer somehow, more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long time. I guess I really did need some mind-altering sex in my life.
The knock at the door has my heart speeding up as I call through the door.
“Who is it?” I innocently say.
“You know damn well who it is,” he growls, causing me to giggle.
Opening the door, he’s leaning against it with his arms above his head, grasping the door frame.
I take in his grey sweats and black tee shirt that stretches across his broad chest. His hair is damp from a shower, and his intense green eyes travel down my body with a hunger that clearly says he wasn’t sated before.
I know, with certainty.
That in this moment…
I’ve made the right decision based on what is standing before me.