5. Brandt
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I don’t need to be told twice.
Leaning forward, I slide my hand behind her neck, pulling her into me. The crackle and pop of the fire fills the tense air as time seems to slow down, drawing out the moment. Her lips are a whisper away, calling to me like a moth to the flame, and I’m ready to feel the burn. To take us there.
Wherever the moonshine may lead.
I hold back though, stopping myself from plunging in like I want to. Like I’m dying to. Because I want this to be memorable. To be perfect. Everything that a first kiss should be.
Magical. Sweet. Breathtaking.
But I can’t hold out forever.
In the space of a heartbeat, I erase the distance, capturing her lips in mine.
They’re unimaginably soft and sweeter than I could have dreamed.
There’s still a faint hint of the cherry limeade lingering, but it’s more than that.
A sweetness I can’t name. One that is taking over my senses and making me swimmy-headed. Like the best moonshine.
“Brewer…” Luna moans into the kiss, digging her hands into my shirt and yanking me closer.
She’ll hear no objections from me. In fact, I can do her one better.
Moving my hand down her back, I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her into my lap.
She squeaks, breaking the kiss for a second—but only a second—as she settles in, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss.
So deep I feel it consuming me. Yet, it’s still not enough. I need more of her.
Luna shifts in my lap, dragging her core against my growing bulge, and I bite back a moan. Her hands find my hair, weaving their way through the strands, fingernails gently scraping my scalp. The subtle but powerful move sends goose bumps up my arms and a zing down my spine, amping me up even more.
Quickly reaching a point where I’m not sure I can hold back anymore.
“Tell me if I should stop,” I say, kissing along her jaw toward her ear. I nip at the lobe, hoping to earn another drag of her crotch against mine.
It works, Luna bucking in my arms and tightening her grip on my hair. Fuck, yes.
“Don’t you dare,” she pants, her voice low and ragged.
Oh, I won’t…
“In fact,” she adds, leaning back just enough to look me in the eye. There’s a sparkle of mischief in those hazel beauties, making the blood in my veins feel like a volcano coming to life. “I’ve seen what you can do with a cherry stem.”
Ohhhh…this girl is trouble…
Pun intended.
I chuckle, already more than willing to rise to the challenge. “Then let me show you what I can really do.”
“Yes, please.”
“Good. Because these jeans need to go next.”
True to my word, I flick the button of her jeans open in a single move and start inching the denim over her thighs. Luna helps, rising to her feet, so I remove them the rest of the way.
Taking a moment, I stare at her legs. Her beautiful, silky skin highlighted by the firelight makes my mouth water. Every inch of me is wondering if the rest of her is as sweet as her kiss. If it is, then I’m done for. I’ll have to pack my bags and move to this town.
Forget our one-night agreement.
Slowly, I run my rough, calloused hands over her skin, sending a shiver through her. Grasping at the shoulders of my Henley, Luna tries to steady herself, but I can tell she’s already worked up. She’s ready for what comes next.
I stand, dragging my fingertips up her sides as I go. Breath hitching, Luna keeps her eyes trained on me. Like there’s a tether between us and she’s using it to guide me where she wants me. I willingly follow, at least for now. Because I have different plans for her in a second.
“Tell me, Luna…” I steal a soft kiss, barely grazing my lips against hers. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”
“Maybe…”
Maybe? That’s unexpected.
Then again, so much about this woman has been. She’s kept me on my toes all night—I don’t know why I thought this would be any different.
I find the hem of her panties, running my finger just inside, teasing the soft skin there. Luna does her best not to react, but I can see it in her eyes. In the way her pupils dilated and constricted almost immediately. She’s urging me on. Willing me to go lower.
Who am I to disobey?
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to find out the old-fashioned way.” I lower my hand into her damp curls, still holding her gaze as her breath hitches. “See what happens when I do this…”
“Faaa!”
I tap her clit, then move through her wetness, gathering it to start my tease. Luna careens forward, her hands digging into my Henley, holding on for dear life as her hips swivel, trying to guide me to the right spot. To the place where we find that delicious friction.
But I have something else in mind.
“You like, Luna?” I whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell. “You like how easily I found your clit?”
“Yesssssss…” she hisses.
I whip my hand away, Luna gasping at the loss.
I don’t care though. Because as good as she feels—all hot, wet, and so, so ready—I know she’s going to taste even better.
And I want that. I want her sweetness on my lips.
I want it to linger on my tongue long into next week, leaving me with the incredible memory of this beautiful woman.
I don’t take my time. Because time is the one commodity I don’t have much of right now. I need to make the most of this moment. To get as much of her as I can.
Grabbing on to her hips, I spin her around and land her on the bed, in a maneuver that I couldn’t duplicate if I tried. One I’m damn lucky didn’t backfire on me. Because I need her naked.
Now.
Starting with her shirt, I lift it over her head, then make a beeline for the bra.
It comes off without much of a fight—thank goodness—her perfect tits coming out to play.
I take one in each hand, already in love with how they feel in my grasp, ready to claim them as mine.
Like an explorer of old staking his claim on unmarked territory.
Doesn’t matter if someone was here before—I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.
Except, I am.
Because south of the border calls. Loudly.
Kissing my way down, I tug at her panties, trying my best not to rip them straight off her. After all, ripped panties don’t make much of a souvenir. Luna lifts her hips, helping me on my journey, and I stuff the pair in my back pocket for safekeeping.
Then, I get to work.
I kiss up each leg, spreading them as I inch my way along her flesh, savoring the sugary sweetness of her skin. Like cherries dipped in sugar. It’s so distinct, so powerful, I know there is no way I’ll forget. That I’ll be craving it for a long damn time.
“Fuck, Luna…you have such a gorgeous pussy…”
I run my middle finger through her folds, spreading more of her wetness around. Cooing, she shifts, once again trying to guide me where she wants me.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever had anyone tell me that before,” she giggles.
“Well, they should have. Because it is. And I can’t wait to do this.”
I dive in head first, licking her from end to end. Her tangy, yet indescribable taste bursts on my tongue and goes straight to my head. Just like the moonshine she gave me earlier. But better. I’m drunk on desire, needing more. Despite everything I’ve already had, it’s not enough.
I fear it will never be.
“Please…” Luna begs, her hand weaving its way back into my hair. The sweet sting of her holding on tight is all the encouragement I need. But then she continues. “Lick my pussy…make me come…”
Oh. Fuck.
Her dirty words are almost too much. My dick surges in my jeans, pressing against the zipper like a mob pressing against the gates trying to break them down. My heart rate spikes, and my blood turns molten. There’s no turning back now.
All I can do is comply.
I double down, turning all my attention to her, focusing on making her scream my name. Err…my fake name. The one that sounds magical on her lips.
Nibbling, sucking, licking—I rotate through all my tricks, keeping my focus on, then off, her clit, learning what each of her little moans and coos means. Each new sound makes my dick ache even more. He wants in on the action. And he’ll get his chance, just not until I—
“Brewer!” Luna screams, jerking upright. “I’m gonna…”
Flailing back, she grips my hair harder, the sweet sting turning harsh. I reach up, finding her free hand—the one that is currently gripping the duvet—and wind my fingers into hers. She gives me a squeeze, her hips bucking in time.
There’s only one thing left to do.
I turn all my focus to one place—the little bundle of nerves calling my name—circling and flicking as fast as I can. Luna lets out another wail, her orgasm slamming into her. Her juices flood my mouth, giving me more of that perfect flavor. The one I wish I could bottle up.
I lick her clean, staying with her until she stops moving and the only sound filling the air is her heavy breathing. Rocking back on my haunches, I try to give my dick some relief, adjusting my pants. It doesn’t help, but at least I tried.
“Brewer…” Luna pants.
Fuck, I love the way she says my name. Even if that’s not really my name. It’s close enough that I can imagine what my actual name would sound like in her voice.
“Yes, gorgeous?” I lean over her, kissing her gently, slowly, letting my lips linger on hers so that she can taste herself.
“Inside me. Now.”
Once again, I don’t need to be told twice.
I unzip my jeans, looping my thumbs into the waistband and the elastic of my skivvies at the same time, making quick work of ridding myself of them. My dick springs to life, grateful to be freed from his confines. And more than ready to be inside her.
Reaching for my wallet, I pull out the foil packet I shoved in there last minute, as Luna reaches for my tee. I let her remove it, running her hands down my chest, her fingertips playing with the dark hair on my pecs.
“Like what you see?” I ask playfully.
“Very much.” Her eyes flick down to my cock and she licks her lips. Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck…
I sheath myself, the volcano inside me ready to erupt. Grabbing Luna’s head, I yank her to me, kissing her as hard as I can. Like I need her to breathe. Because in this moment, I just might. That one orgasm wasn’t enough.
For either of us.
I continue to kiss her, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. I spin us around and inch backward until my knees hit the bed. I sit, taking her with me, and line up my cock with her entrance.
Then she lowers herself.
Wordlessly, she takes me inch by inch, at a torturously slow pace. I’m ready to scream, but I bite my tongue, focusing on her. On her heat that is enveloping me. Muting the world around me until the only thing left is her and me, and the connection we have.
“Fuck, you feel good…” she mutters.
“I could say the same thing…”
“Yeah? So what if I do this?”
Rocking in my lap, she moves her hips, just enough to slide my cock out, then back in again. Holy fuck, I can see stars. My whole body is a live wire, ready to snap, as she continues to move. Taking over my soul. My very being.
I can’t concentrate on anything else. Only this. Only her. The way she’s making me feel. The little noises she’s making as she rides me.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock…”
Luna picks up the pace, and I join in, holding on to her hips and moving with her.
Then against her. Until we find the perfect rhythm.
The one that leaves us both wordless, unable to communicate other than grunts and moans, and whatever language it is that our bodies are speaking to each other. The one only they understand.
They’re the ones in charge now. We’re only along for the ride.
“I need to come…” she whimpers. “Can…can I come?”
My heart slams into my chest, stopping for a split second. Did she just ask permission to come? Well, fuck…talk about a turn-on I didn’t know I had.
My dick hardens even more, the telltale tingle starting at the base of my spine.
“Yes, Luna, be a good girl,” I instruct, slamming into her harder. “Come for me. Come for me, baby.”
I up my pace, and she meets me thrust for thrust, not holding anything back.
Seconds later, she screams again, dipping her head forward and sinking her teeth into my shoulder.
The pinch is like a gunshot for my climax.
Pleasure rips through my body like a bullet through the air, taking over all my senses.
I cry out, pulling her into me and holding on like it’s the end of time.
And I never want to let go.
Ever.
A long moment later, Luna inches backward. Running her fingers daintily along the mark she left on my shoulder, she chuckles.
“That was…unexpected,” she murmurs.
“But not unwelcome,” I reply, stealing a kiss. “Although you could have mentioned earlier that you’re a vampire. Or are you a werewolf and now I have to worry about the full moon?”
She smiles half-heartedly, peeling herself off me. “Neither. Promise.”
Uh-oh, something’s wrong. Shit. What did I do?
That was good, wasn’t it? Fuck. I thought so. She came twice. Didn’t she?
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
Okay, I can fix this. Words help.
I scoop her up, laying us on our side, spooning her. The heat from her body feels good—welcoming—and she doesn’t make an effort to move. I can’t be in that much trouble.
“I’m not used to women being sad after sex, Luna.”
Rolling over to face me, she traces her way along my pecs, leaving my chest hair mussed and rough.
“Not sad, just…disappointed?” She purses her lips to the side, still not meeting my eye. “You got to taste me, but I didn’t get to taste you.”
Well…shit. Luna I don’t know your last name, you are Trouble with a capital T.
“I think we can rectify that.”
She looks up at me, that impish look returning. “Where are you staying tonight?”
“I was planning on finding a place to camp.”
“Stay with me instead. Spend the night with me here.”
“Is that your way of saying you want to go again?” I poke her sides, tickling along her torso, earning a giggle. One that could rival the angels singing.
“You did say we could rectify my disappointment…”
I smirk, feeling excited and ready to see where this leads.
“To wherever the moonshine takes us.”