Chapter 30
jeremy
Fuck. Me.
I knew this was a bad idea the second she swung her leg over mine, but I didn’t stop her because she was on my lap, soft and warm and so fucking close.
I needed her signature. I needed her to come with me to close out the estate, to face that house. That was the whole reason I was here. This—whatever this was—could blow everything to hell real quick.
But damn it, I was in a better place. I wasn’t the guy who spiraled and dragged her down with me. I’d done the work. Still doing it.
This was Luna.
If there was one thing we never got wrong, it was this. The chemistry. The fire. The way we could burn each other up and still come back for more.
So yeah, it was reckless.
She was still straddling me when I gripped her hips and murmured against her mouth, “Fuck—I forgot to finish the apartment tour.”
“There's more to see?”
“Yeah,” I growled, standing with her in my arms. “Namely, the part where I bend you over my bed and reacquaint your pussy with the concept of an appetizer.”
She was still wrapped around me, so I shifted my grip and slung her over my shoulder so her ass was in front of my face.
“Jer,” she shrieked, kicking her legs as I stalked down the hall. “Put me the hell down!”
“What?” I smirked, already cupping one perfect cheek. “This ass has had five years of freedom. It’s overdue for discipline.”
I spanked her hard. She gasped for a moment before laughing.
Another slap. “Okay, I swear to—”
“Nope,” I cut in smoothly, palming her tighter. “I tell you when to swear. I tell you when to scream. I tell you when you fucking come, Luna girl. You remember the rules.”
She panted, her fists beating against my back like a kitten trying to fight a lion. “You’re wild.”
“You’re soaked.” I kicked open the bedroom door. “I can feel it through your leggings, honey.”
“Jeremyyyy.”
I dropped her on the bed, and she bounced, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, tits begging for my mouth through that tight-ass yoga top.
“Be a good girl,” I growled as I climbed over her, “and tell me what you want.”
“To see if that dominant mouth of yours is better at giving orders . . . or following through.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I ripped her leggings down with one hard yank.
She wasn’t wearing panties, and I stared at her pussy, glistening, shaved smooth, lips swollen and ready for me. She tried to close her legs, but I caught her knees and shoved them wide.
“Don’t you fucking dare hide that from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock twitched so hard it hurt.
I looked up at her, jaw tight. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. Fuck.
I grinned darkly and leaned in, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs, spreading her open.
“That’s right,” I growled. “You missed this. You can boss Dirks around all you want, play the big bad Dom with your sweet boy toy. You and I both know this pussy was made to take orders.”
Her whole body jerked when I shoved a thick finger inside her.
“Too hard for you to be in charge all the time, huh?” I added a second finger, stretching her open. “Bet your little sub melts when you slap him. But you? You melt when I talk like this. When I treat you like the needy girl you are.”
She whimpered, hips twitching, trying to grind down.
I pressed a hand flat to her lower stomach, keeping her still. “No. You don’t move unless I say. You come when I let you. Not before.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped again, eyes fluttering shut.
I leaned in and sucked her clit into my mouth, just once, just enough to make her legs shake.
“That’s your reward, Luna girl. For remembering how to speak to me.”
I bit it . . . hard. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who the fuck she belonged to.
“Take off your top,” I said, wiping her slick off my mouth with the back of my hand. “Now.”
She sat up fast, scrambling to obey. She peeled off her yoga tank and yanked the sports bra over her head, breath hitching as her tits spilled out.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
I crawled onto the bed and sat up, so I could take her in up close.
Her tits were round and heavy with thick pink nipples that were already hard and begging for my mouth.
They hung and swayed with her movement, soft enough for me to grab and rough up, but full enough to bounce when I slammed into her.
“Goddamn, Lune,” I muttered, reaching up and cupping both, weighing them in my palms.
She moaned, thighs squeezing together.
“Don’t even think about it.” I warned her, pinching one nipple until she gasped. “You ask before you come, or I’ll tie you up and edge you until you’re crying.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I slapped one tit, watching it jiggle, then leaned in and sucked the other deep into my mouth.
“I jerked off to this picture for years,” I rasped against her skin. “You think I’d forget how good they taste? How perfect they felt bouncing in my hands while you rode my cock?”
She whimpered. Her body was shaking, her nipples glossy from my tongue and spit, tits swelling with each breath.
“Color system still the same?”
“Green, yellow, red.”
“Good girl.” I gripped her jaw firmly. “Tell me what they mean.”
“Green means go. Yellow means slow down or I need something. Red means stop—immediately.”
I kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip until she whimpered. “That’s right. I stop the second you say red. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing or how close I am. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You use those words if you need them, understand? You don’t get to be quiet just because you think I’ll be disappointed. If something’s too much, you tell me.”
She swallowed hard, eyes locked on mine. “I trust you.”
I shoved her back onto the bed and climbed up after her, lying flat on my back and grabbing her by the waist.
“C’mon. Sit that soaked cunt right on my mouth. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you? Needing to fall apart while I watch those fat tits bounce over me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed as she crawled and straddled my chest.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “This is what heaven looks like. Now sit the fuck down.”
I yanked her until her cunt was flush with my face. Her heat, her smell, her taste—fuck. I buried my tongue deep, and her legs started to tremble.
She tried to hover gently.
“No,” I growled against her slit. “Sit. The fuck. Down.”
She gasped when I gripped her harder, locking her in place with my forearms. My nose pressed against her clit, my tongue working in tight, hungry circles over her hole.
“Grind on it,” I ordered. “Show me how much you need it.”
She rolled her hips right over my mouth, slow at first, then faster, slick coating my face, soaking my chin as her thighs flexed around my head. I held her there, controlling the motion, but she was the one working for it.
My eyes locked on her tits. Massive, heavy, jiggling with every shift of her hips. Her nipples were swollen, mouthwateringly hard, begging for my teeth. She dug her hands into her hair, back arched, body shaking, tits bouncing right above my face like a fucking show just for me.
I groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her cry out and grind harder, faster, fucking my face like she needed it to breathe.
My cock was painfully hard, leaking in my pants, but I didn’t touch it.
This was for her. For my girl.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and didn’t let go. Then I shot one hand up and palmed her tits, smacking one hard just to watch it jiggle while she sobbed out my name.
“Fuck, Sir— please— fuck— fuck—”
I didn’t stop. Tongue fucking her, grinding my face into her as hard as she was grinding on me. Her pussy owned my mouth, and I didn’t give a shit if I suffocated. This was the only way I wanted to go out.
I yanked her off my face and flipped her flat on her back, legs spread, hair wild against my sheets.
“I-I-need—”
Quickly, I pulled off my pants before ripping open a condom wrapper with my teeth and rolling it on with shaking hands. I didn’t pause. Instead, I slammed into her in one thrust, and her entire body seized.
“Sir—”
“You don’t come,” I growled. “You feel every inch of this and you wait.”
She whimpered, head thrown back, tits bouncing with every punishing snap of my hips. I grabbed one and slapped it hard enough to send a shock through her whole body.
Her back arched off the bed. She was close already, so I pulled out.
She cried out like I’d ripped something out of her chest.
“Not yet,” I whispered, crawling up over her, pressing my forehead to hers as I pinned both wrists above her head with one hand. “You wanted to feel it again, right? This power. This control. You don’t get to come until I say. And I’m not saying it.”
I drove back into her and fucked her slowly, grinding my cock against that spot I knew made her legs shake.
“Five fucking years. I waited and didn’t touch a single goddamn soul. No one else could take it,” I growled. “Tell me you missed this. That no one even came close.”
“I did,” she sobbed. “I missed you, Sir. Nothing— nothing compared. No one—”
“Say it again.” Another slam into her cunt.
“I missed you, I missed this. Fuck, Jer, I—”
I pulled my cock out and smacked her clit once, twice, a third time in quick succession, light, sharp bursts that made her cry in pleasure.
“You don’t get to come yet,” I said, my voice a low snarl as I lined my cock up again at her entrance. “Not until you give me everything. The tears. The need. The surrender.”
I pushed in again, watching her cunt stretch around me, watching her mouth drop open in pure desperation. I twisted one nipple, hard.
“You feel this?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you until your body gives out. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until your soul does, too.”
My palm slammed against her hip. Her thigh. Her tit. Each strike timed to the rhythm of my cock driving into her like we were exorcising five years of silence.
Her body bucked and trembled like she was going to break.
I stopped.
She screamed.
But she didn’t use her safe word.
“Say it,” I breathed against her mouth, tattooed hand wrapped around her throat now. “Say what I already fucking know.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “I’ll never take it like this from anyone but you.”
I looked down at her, wrecked, raw, begging, and finally, finally . . .
“Come,” I said. “Fucking let go.”
She screamed and threw her head back, opened her mouth while her entire body locked beneath mine.
I came a second later, deep in the condom, hips jerking, growling through gritted teeth as her pussy clenched and pulsed around me.
We collapsed together, breath ragged, bodies slick and trembling. I pulled out slowly, carefully, holding the base of the condom, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed. When I turned, she was still panting.
I reached up and pulled her into my chest, wrapping both arms around her, hand tangling in her damp hair as I kissed her temple.
“No one,” I whispered. “No one’s ever come close.”
She curled into me, her voice barely audible. “I know.”
We stayed there, bodies pressed together in the afterglow, five years of silence replaced by the loudest truth of all:
This.
Was.
Home.