26. Chapter 26 #4
The mere mention of us having sex is something she’s thought about before last night; it’s the last thing that sends me over the edge.
I lean up, taking hold of both her hips and shifting both our bodies up until I’m able to rest my back against the headboard and Luna hovers over me.
My usual preference during sex is either doggy style or the occasional reverse cowgirl, but right now I’m intrigued to see how this goes.
But I’ve only ever done missionary or any of the other intimate positions in my early days as a teenager.
Of course, I quickly learned such things were pointless and formed attachments I’m immune to; however, all I want right now is to watch Luna ride me like her life depends on it, because I think mine does too.
But before that happens, if she’s going to add terms, so can I.
“Fine.” I agree, pulling her face closer to mine. The sweet berry scent that emanated from her body intoxicated my lungs. Radiated off her, so much so that it was getting harder and harder to think straight.
“But if you won’t sign a contract, then I want something else,” I counteroffer, not bothering to hide how desperately I want to bathe in her scent, while her whole body shudders against me and humps my pelvis.
She had to tear her teeth from her bottom lip to compose herself.
“After we’re done here, you tell me what was bothering you. And anything else in the future. You already wear every emotion on your face, so I hate watching you try to hide it.” I reveal, her eyes grow two sizes, but then return to their normal size, and she nods in agreement.
“Good. Otherwise, I’ll have to use other measures to get it out of you.” I tease, rolling my hips up against hers.
“Deal,” she gasps softly, the sound pleasing to my ears.
We haven’t started yet, and she’s already so close to coming. I chuckle, letting her tear her top free from her body, and temporarily lift her hips to wiggle her way out of her leggings as they land somewhere on my bedroom floor.
She palms me through my slacks and reaches down to unbutton them, but I grab her wrist, and she glares in protest.
“And, one more thing,” I warn, looking down to watch her fingers twitch with misery, wanting nothing more than to reveal myself to her.
“Leaving this room before Theo wakes up is a given, but leave without my permission again, and there will be consequences,” I declare, patting her ass as I take no shame in moaning at the way she nods her head so obediently.
“Good girl, now let’s see how well you ride my cock.
” I smirk, freeing her wrist and leaning back to watch her scramble to free us both from the few layers of clothing we have left, then she moves to sit on my thighs, curling her teeth over her bottom lip while using her thumb to collect the pre-cum dripping free, using it as lube.
Moments later, after slipping on the condom I hand her. Fuck, I nearly short-circuited watching her submerge my cock inside her, taking my size with such stride, inch by inch, until her screams echo through the room.
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“Now, tell me what was bothering you,” I breathe out, tucking my arm under her neck so she can snuggle against me.
“A-are you s-serious?” she huffs, catching her breath, an understandable reaction after I just gave her three orgasms in a row.
“Yes.” Knowing she was probably going to try to avoid the conversation had I not brought it up now, as I reach down to pull the covers over her silky skin, she sends me daggers. Little does she know that when she does that, all it does is get me going again.
Makes me yearn to bury her under me for the fourth time tonight and send her into ecstasy so intense that her legs won’t stop trembling. But this isn’t about what my cock wants; this is about how I haven’t been able to get that look she had on her face earlier out of my head.
“Fine,” she caves, shifting on her side to face me. I mirror her gesture. Having to pull the covers over her yet again because those mesmerising breasts of hers were too much of a distraction.
“…Something happened today, and it just triggered some bad memories, that’s all,” she reveals.
“Go on.” I prompt, not allowing that to be the end.
“I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding,” she protests.
“Let me be the judge of that.” I declare, pulling her close to me and caging her to the bed with my arm around her waist so she can’t escape. A deep sigh uprooted from her throat, mimicking a sound I heard from her earlier, rushed straight to my cock, but I chose to ignore it.
“You know Theo’s teacher? Mr Stevens?” she asks when the look reappears. I nod for her to continue, but, on the inside, let’s just say my cock wasn’t the only thing that was rock hard; so were my fists.
Just with that look alone, I’d already decided that no matter what she said next, I was already plotting his murder. Most of all, Luna doesn’t know I briefly caught her conversations today and before. If they were both regarding him, then this really was about to be his funeral.
“Well, when I came to pick up Theo earlier, he called earlier, asking if he could speak to me after school, so when I went to pick up Theo, I followed him into the classroom. While Theo had gone to fetch his book bag,” she starts to explain, avoiding my gaze, nervously massaging the material of my duvet between her fingers.
“He mentioned that Theo had parents’ evening next week, Friday, and that all parents and Carers needed to pick a time slot and asked me to pick which one worked best for Theo’s guardians.”
If she finishes that sentence the way I think she’s going to, I’m out for blood. The voice in the back of my head roars as I do my best to stay calm and listen to the rest.
“So I leaned down to pick one that would work for both of us,” she continues as if she’s reliving the event, with a lump in her throat.
“Whilst I was marking the time down, he tugged me back by the waist and rubbed himself against me,” she reveals with shame in her tone, as though this was her fault.
If I hadn’t clenched my jaw to compose myself, I would have leapt up for my phone and called Nigel, ordering him to find places I could dump this man’s dead body. My brain seared through all the different ways I could torture him before I kill him.
No one, and I mean no one, touches what’s mine and granted that ugly son of a bitch has no idea, Luna is off limits. I look forward to spelling it out for him.
I appear normal and scoop Luna into a soft embrace.
“Thank you for telling me,” I stroke her hair.
“I…I froze I couldn’t do or say anything but glare at him because Theo came in as soon as it happened, and the fucking creep played it off as an accident,” she adds, as I use the anger I feel to fuel my rage, I can’t focus on how sexy it was to hear her curse, too focused on my plan to destroy that horse looking motherfucker.
I never liked that guy; he always gave me a weird vibe, but I hadn’t had much of a reason to do anything about it since Theo adored him as a teacher.
But this changes everything.
Now, there’s nothing I’d like more than squeezing the air out of that bastard’s lungs.
“B-but that’s not what I’m upset about. I mean, what woman hasn’t encountered a creep like him in their lifetime?” Luna chimes in, snapping me out of my murderous thoughts. The accuracy of her statement is what originally fuelled me to pursue my pro bono cases.
It reminded me of the constant urge to burn the world down and start again with every guy who’s considered a worthless piece of shit.
The ones who manipulate, abuse and mistreat women, others, I’d put to death.
The only ones allowed to remain are the ones who agree that women are to be worshipped, not the other way around - but then again, who am I to dictate? After all, I’m a man myself.
Though I do like to think I’m an exception.
“What made you upset?” I ask softly, as she pulls out of my grip, drawing invisible circles on my chest. She didn’t know it, but I could feel the nerves passing through her, a curse that came with already knowing this woman’s body inside and out.
“It wasn’t so much what he did…more what gave him the idea that he could get away with it.” She starts, while I wait for the reason Greg Stevens will be found dead at the bottom of the River Thames tomorrow morning, if I don’t like what she says next.
“H-he’s my ex.” She stutters, as if every letter caused her physical pain, and something erupted within me. Something deriving from my ancestry as a Neanderthal, the deadly instinct to kill.
“What did he do to you?” I ask as calmly as possible; I’ll have his head regardless. Have you seen this woman? She’s as sweet as they come. There isn’t anything she could do wrong, and as a man, I know better than most - whatever it was, it was definitely his fault.
Hating the feeling of hesitation knotting up every inch of her body just fuelled the hell I was going to unleash on this fucking asshole after this conversation ended. I’d spent the last few hours loosening the tension from her body.
And in a matter of seconds, he’d undone all my hard work with one single phrase.
He has no idea what’s coming for him.
But before I go too deep into the rabbit hole of plotting revenge, Luna needs my attention right now. I focus all my energy on listening to her, holding her tightly so she feels safe with me.
“Do you really want to hear about the only shittiest relationship I’ve ever had?” She asks with a sigh, but my silent response is confirmation, though I can tell she doesn’t want to and decides to change tactics.
Curling her arms around my neck to pull me closer to her and snakes her bare thigh around my lower abdomen.
“Because I can think of something much more fun we could do.” She prompts against my lips in a sultry tone; my body hums to her words, wanting it to be a reality.