Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
DK
Living in D.C., Dad, Neo, and I rarely got to watch the first game of the season together. I hadn’t made the time then. But tonight, I relish the joy on my father’s face at having his sons by his side when his team scores the winning goal.
We toast with a celebratory shot of Three Wise Men, a potent mix of Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniel’s, and Jim Beam, that’s like a punch to the throat.
A short time after, Neo heads out to meet friends at a club, and Dad and I start up the stairs. He catches me on the landing, his hand light on my shoulder.
“Rayne is just as you described,” he says, his voice low enough not to carry. “She suits you, DK. A good heart…a fiery spirit, and she already knows how to handle Gogo,” he adds with a rare grin. “You chose well.”
His words hit me right in the chest—simple and honest. Mom had basically said the same thing to me earlier. Gogo wouldn’t say it out loud, but I’d seen it in those small nods of approval.
“Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”
Family is important to Luna and me. We have to keep our true feelings private, so acceptance from the people we love matters. Knowing my family is already folding her into our tight-knit circle just makes my choice that much sweeter.
“Goodnight, son.”
“Goodnight.”
I wait until I hear his door click shut at the other end of the hall before I move.
The house feels thick with a different kind of energy now—the heat of awareness that the woman who has become my center is waiting on the other side of the wall.
I enter Neo’s old room without stopping and head straight for the adjoining bathroom.
The air is still moist from her shower and carries her scent.
I’d told Luna to be ready for me. I’d given her the green light, knowing the layout of the house protected our privacy, and I’d spent the last hour downstairs anticipating exactly what that readiness would look like.
But the moment I open my bedroom door, I realize that trying to prepare myself was entirely pointless. She wasn’t just waiting for me. She’d already started.
Her eyes are like smoke. Her knees bent and parted, her hand moving with a slow, erotic grace as she pushes a toy shaft in and out of her pussy.
A groan leaves me in one sharp breath. She’s wearing something translucent, open, and inviting. The glow of the lamplight catches the gold shimmer of her skin, tracing over all that voluptuous softness I’ve memorized but never seen quite like this.
She has me in a fucking chokehold. I’m riveted to the way her features tighten, and her breath hitches as she works.
Her pointed toes are pressed into the mattress, her heels raised, calves flexed, her hips subtly rocking.
A second vibrator, sitting around two fingers like a knuckle ring, plays against her puckered nipple.
It’s the most beautiful thing—blatantly sexual and boldly feminine—Luna taking what she wants while I watch.
I reach up and slowly begin to unbutton my polo. I want her to see every bit of the effect she has on me. “How many orgasms have I missed?”
“One,” she breathes. “Better catch up.”
“Don’t come this time without me.” I drop my shirt on the dresser, and my hand moves to the button on my shorts.
I shed my clothes to free myself for her heavy-lidded gaze.
We haven’t touched yet. We haven’t even kissed.
But the air between us is vibrating so hard I’m surprised the windows aren’t rattling.
She arches her back, a small, choked sound escaping her throat as her tongue slides along the seam of her lips.
When she catches her full lower lip between her teeth like she wants to eat me alive, I pour her lotion into my hand.
Planting my feet wide, I fist my dick with the scent of her, and stroke it from root to tip.
“DK.” Her gaze toggles between my hand jacking my length and my other palm climbing my torso to squeeze my pec, and circle my nipple with my thumb.
“Come watching me,” I rasp, quickening my strokes.
“Yes,” she moans, gliding those buzzing fingers all over her body while she hastens the pace of the one buried between her legs.
I watch the twist of her wrist and arch of her neck, listening for each hitch of breath that tells me she’s close.
It’s another type of intimacy—our bodies not joined, and yet still connected. Wide open, on display, totally bared. Our pleasure mirroring each other.
She starts talking to me in a husky voice: “You make me so hot for you. You’re so big. So fucking gorgeous. I’m dripping, DK. All over your sheets. That’s what you do to me. Oh… God… I’m going to come so hard for you.”
The desire for her is like a fever. I jack my dick at brutal speed while she presses the vibrator against her clit, chasing that point of bliss.
At the first jolt, she cries out, her body twisting madly in the sheets.
I watch her ride it out, squeezing my dick so hard to keep from spilling. Then I’m right there with her.
I toss the vibrator aside to take her with my mouth, greedy for that wetness, needing to quench what feels like a never-ending thirst. I lift her legs, pressing her knees toward her breasts, and anchor her there with my hands against the back of her thighs.
Folded as she is, Luna can’t see me, but I have a full view of all that delicious, pink slickness. I let her feel the first lick—a long, slow drag of my tongue.
“DK,” she gasps, arching her back into a rigid bow. She tries to lift her hips to chase the sensation, but she’s pinned.
Luna doesn’t fight the restriction. She yields, giving the control over to me, letting me taste her at my own pace.
Her hands fist the sheets, the vibrators still buzzing—one on her finger, the other forgotten on the bed.
I massage her clit with the faintest pressure until she’s trembling, her breath breaking in ragged sobs.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Knowing what she wants, I stiffen my tongue and plunge it into her heat. I feel her head thrashing against the pillows, helpless to do anything but take what I’m giving. Her sex ripples frantically around my tongue, ravenous for more.
Luna is highly sexual, her body beautifully sensitive. Her muscles strain, her cries getting louder. Her pussy clenches viciously as she hovers on the precipice of release.
I lower one of her legs to reach for the vibrator, sliding it into her while my tongue goes to work on her clit in taut, deliberate circles.
She brings the finger toy back to her breast, rubbing her nipple while I devour her with my mouth and fuck her with the silicone shaft.
“DK,” she cries. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
She’s close now. I press my dick into the mattress, wanting to come inside her and not on the sheets.
When her orgasm hits, it’s a violent, stunning current.
I cover one hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, and she sinks her teeth into the heel of my palm—a stinging bite that conveys the rawness of her pleasure.
I wait for her to sag against the mattress before I lower her other leg, remove the vibrator, and click it off. Then I move up her body, pulling her close. Our kiss is messy and lusty. The taste of her mouth makes me burn.
She eases away just enough to take me in her hand.
“Luna,” I hiss.
“I want to play,” she whispers, her lips sliding along my jawline, down my neck to my chest. She licks one nipple, bringing the flat disk to a peaked tightness, her fingers with the vibrator tease the other one, all while she strokes me softly.
I can’t even breathe. The multitude of sensations attacking my system all at once is like overloading a power source. I’m about to fucking blow.
Luna pulls back and glances up at me with a wicked grin. “Don’t come yet. I want to tie you down. Will you let me?”
She could have said she wanted to paint my dick pink, and I would say yes.
“I want control,” she rasps. “I want you at my mercy.”
“I already am,” I grit out. “I’m fucking yours, Luna. Take what you want.”
She kisses my mouth with tenderness and heat.
Both of us are breathing hard when she removes the ring from her fingers and reaches for the straps.
I’ve never been restrained before. Never trusted a woman to have this much power over me.
The leather around my thighs and ankles feels restrictive, intense, helpless even, but in all the best ways. Because it’s Luna.
She leaves my arms and hands free, because while she wants control, she loves to be touched.
“You okay?” she asks, searching my face.
The leather bites into my skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I’m absolutely trapped. I give in to it, letting her see that her hunger doesn’t scare me.
I’m not afraid of giving her the wheel. She already has me bound without the leather. I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck me, Luna.”
She straddles my pinned thighs, giving me an incredible view—her flushed face, wide luscious hips, and sweet round belly. Every instinct screams at me to grab her and pull her down over me. But that’s not what she asked for. I fight the urge, letting her set the terms.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
I fill my hands with her soft, full breasts, her nipples dark and peaked like chocolate kisses. I pull her down to lick and suck hard on each one, listening to her thready moans.
She lifts my mouth for a deep kiss, her tongue swirling against mine. “Don’t come,” she murmurs, “until I tell you to.”
I’m not sure I have that much willpower, but for her, I’ll try.
Luna tests me at every turn, putting back on the vibrator ring and centering it on my shaft in buzzing strokes. Then lower, vibrating against my sac, the reverberations shooting through my body.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want you in my mouth.”
Christ. My eyes close for a moment of inhalation, steeling myself for the wet heat about to swallow me.
And still I jerk hard when she takes me in with a slow, easy suction, her lips working in a savoring rhythm aimed to drive me out of my mind.
I cup the back of her neck, looking down at her dark curls and sweet mouth wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say hoarsely, wanting to thrust, but can’t.
My bound thighs tense and strain, the pressure a rolling boil. She takes me deep, to the back of her throat, pumping me in her soft, firm grip. The toy is a nonstop buzz.
“Luna,” I warn, tugging her hair with enough force to let her know I’m about to lose it.
She pulls off me with a wet pop and licks my taste from her lips. “Yum,” she teases with a grin.
“I’m barely holding on,” I rasp, telling her what she already knows.
“I got you, boo.” She crawls back up my body, straddling my hips again.
Letting me feel her wetness. Then, bracing her hands on my shoulders, her curls falling forward to brush against my beard, she sinks down until I’m throbbing inside her.
Our breaths quicken, tangling between us in the quiet room.
She swivels her hips in a torturous grind, before rising into a fully seated position and starts riding me… hard.
Every single sensation is amplified. The slap of her ass against my bound legs.
The wet friction of her sliding up and down my length.
The ridges of her inner walls gripping me.
I’m completely anchored to the mattress, reduced to nothing but a spectator to her heavy breasts bouncing every time she lifts and lowers over me.
Luna doesn’t hold back. She takes exactly what she wants, her pace turning wild, desperate, and utterly relentless.
Trapped beneath her, I grab hold of her hips moving like pistons as she drives us both toward the edge.
Her core clamps down on me, hot and tight, milking me with the velvet vice of her body.
I bring my thumb to her clit.
She cries out, her voice breaking as her head throws back, her body shuddering as a massive orgasm takes her. “DK. Come for me.”
The sight of her unraveling under her own power is the final fuse. I throw my hips up into her as much as the leather allows, and let go. I erupt inside her, a thick, heavy release, the pleasure so intense my vision goes black and my body stays suspended in the heat of her contractions.
Luna collapses against my chest, her skin damp with sweat, her breath catching in the shallow pulls against my neck.
I wrap my arms around her trembling body, holding her as our heartbeats hammer in a furious rhythm.
We lie there for a long time, tangled together in the aftermath, letting the storm pass.
Slowly, she stirs, her head lifting, her eyes still clouded. She kisses my mouth, then slides down to my legs. I watch her untie the leather straps, her touch careful as she unbuckles the cuffs and rubs gently over the faint indentations left on my skin.
The relief is instant, but the absence of the restraints only confirms what I already knew: I’m completely captive to her anyway.
She curls into my arms. I turn us onto our sides, facing each other beneath the amber glow of the lamp, drawing her thigh over my hip.
“Thank you for giving me that,” she whispers. “For letting me be myself and never making me feel judged.”
“I love who you are, Luna.” I brush a damp curl away from her cheek. “I love you.”
A shiver moves through her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable in a way that clutches my chest. Not with doubt or even surprise. Just open enough to receive it.
“I didn’t fall.” My thumb traces the apple of her cheek. “I glided into loving you. Somewhere between the late-night calls and the lake house, it happened. Smoothly. Easily.” I smile. “I just floated right into it.”
Her eyes glisten in the low light, her fingers curling into my shoulder.
“I love you, DK. Not ‘too,’ not ‘also.’ I just love you.” Her voice stays steady, but I feel the slight tremor in her body. “It wasn’t a single moment. It was all of them. Every way you show up for me. Everything you do. Everything you are.”
Emotion swells thick in my throat as I draw her closer. From our first night at the hotel to this exact moment, everything we’ve shared has acted like tiny, invisible stitches. They’ve threaded us together, intertwining our pasts and our lives into a brand-new shape—the shape of us.
It’s an empowering kind of love. It doesn’t demand that we lose ourselves or sacrifice who we are. Instead, it honors the fact that we’re two separate pieces, each completely whole on our own, but infinitely better together. And that’s what makes us stronger.
That’s our unbreakable bond.