38. Beck
CHAPTER 38
Beck
I started small. One kiss, then two, my tongue exploring her mouth just like it was going to explore her pussy in a few minutes.
Her hands roamed over my shoulders, drawing me closer. With us lying on the couch like this, I was careful not to hurt her, my size never more apparent than when there was little room for me to go.
And under normal circumstances I'd throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom, but I didn't want to break our spell. I selfishly couldn't wait to taste her again.
Luna went for the hem of my shirt, lifting it as high as she could without breaking the kiss. When she started struggling, I pulled away to finish the job, tossing the black tee on top of her tights.
It's then I got a better glance of her underwear. Not that you could call them that. Underwear suggested that something was covered. That wasn't the case here, not with the wisp of fabric that stood between me and Luna’s cunt.
“Fuck, Marks,” I hissed, pushing back so I could get a better look at her. She let a leg fall to the ground, not a hint of reticence or fear or anything that might make me second guess my next action.
I bent down and dragged my tongue along the wisp of lace. “These are pretty. Are they for me?”
Through hooded lids, Luna nodded.
I pushed the offending fabric to the side so I could get a better look. Then I watched as she bit down on her plum-stained lips, and my cock instantly hardened.
Once again her head fell back, her red hair swaying in the most beautiful way.
“Come here, gorgeous.” I dragged her toward me and began to feast on her. She tasted better than I remembered. I sucked on her clit as I plunged two fingers inside of her. Luna’s hips lifted, as if seeking more.
All those years apart, and it was her I thought of when I closed my eyes and fisted myself. Now I had her again, all to myself.
She whimpered, grinding herself against my mouth, chasing her own pleasure. It made me harder than I thought was possible.
“Beck, I need you. All of you. Now .”
I peeled back. “Luna?—”
“Beck—” Her voice was firm. “I need your cock.”
Her hips were desperately shifting as I pulled back, taking my pants off. My cock sprung to life and Luna’s hungry eyes only served to make it harder.
I hovered over her, ready to take her. “If you want me to stop?—”
Her eyes softened, but her words challenged me. “Not this again.”
“Yes, this again. I feel your body react to mine and you know I always want you, always crave you. And if you're not feeling the same way, consciously or if your body is telling you otherwise, then we stop. No questions. No awkwardness.”
Luna’s eyes roamed my torso, and her fingers trailed the grooves on my abs before her gaze cut back to mine. “Let me make this crystal clear. I want you to fuck me, Beck Bennet.”
The invisible leash broke. I pulled her on me, so she was sitting pretty in my lap, hair mussed, and writhing on top of me.
“You still get control. I just get to hold you while you take the reins,” I told her.
Her arms dropped over my shoulders as I ran a finger through her pussy, testing to see how ready she was for me and pleased to find her drenched. “You're dripping all over me, Marks.”
My dick twitched beneath her.
“Then why don't you do something about it?” she taunted.
Without thinking twice, I gave my dick a few slow tugs, watching Luna's mesmerized face.
“Ride me,” I commanded.
She bit her lips, nodding as if in a trance, then shifted her hips, dragging the head of my dick through her lips, achingly slow. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders, her fingers digging in, claiming me.
I reached between us, aligning myself with her entrance. And when she plunged down on me, I hissed, my hands grabbing the flair of her hips.
My eyes were glued to her breasts as she started to rise and fall, finding her rhythm. I pulled her tight to me as her hips picked up speed. Luna burrowed her face in my neck, her little noises driving me damn near over the edge.
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore, and I fully took over, my hips speeding up to meet her thrust for thrust, my hand sliding between us to stroke her clit as I started pulsing inside her. My orgasm triggered her own.
When our bodies finally calmed down, I noticed each of us had a sleek sheen of sweat.
“That wa—-” Luna shook her head.
I nipped at her lips. “Incredible.”
She sighed. “It was okay.”
I chuckled at her audacity. I lifted her up and smacked her ass for her sass. She squealed as I lifted her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold and crossed the room.
She slapped my ass back. “And where the hell do you think you’re taking me, sir?”
I palmed her ass and thought of all the little things I wanted to do to it. “Don’t sir me if you want to get any rest tonight. And you’re a dirty little thing; you need a shower.”
Her hands flattened against my back holding her steady as I carefully took the stairs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
We both quieted as we passed Alice’s room, but once I closed my door, it was fair game.
“You can put me down, you know,” Luna teased as we passed the bed.
I shook my head before remembering she couldn’t see my face. “Not a chance.”
With the flick of the light switch the bathroom illuminated, the settings programmed for low lighting given the time of day—or night—in this case.
I turned on the shower and finally decided to put down my captive. Luna’s palms found my torso once again, and she leaned in. “You might want to take off your socks.”
Then she patted my cheek and entered through the glass door separating us from the rainfall showerhead.
In a few swift movements, my socks were off, and I joined her. My hands found her body wet and wanting.
Luna handed over a bar of soap. “If you’re going to put your hands on me, you might as well make yourself useful.”
“Gladly,” I said, eager for any excuse to keep my hands on her. I lathered the bar and dragged my hands over her body, starting with her breasts, kneading them as I did. Luna groaned and leaned back into my touch, her head against my chest and eyes closed as I played with her, moving one hand down the flat plane of her stomach to touch the sensitive flesh between her legs.
She squirmed against me as I dragged a finger through her flesh.
“I’m still sore,” she whispered loud enough for me to hear her over the sound of the water pouring over us.
I nipped her ear. “Want me to stop?”
Her hand banded around my wrist. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop until after she screamed my name, as if it were a prayer on her lips.