Chapter 28 #2
It’s like a heated slap over my face. “Let me rephrase that, fuck off.” I hop off the bed and head to the bathroom.
I jump in the shower and let the hot water slide over me.
I’m so hot I should steam the whole bathroom.
This is so bad. We are bad right now. I’m mad at him like I hate him, but just the thought that I won’t have him tomorrow brings tears to my eyes, and I’m glad the water is running and taking them away.
The emotion rocks my chest, and I let the water ruin my blowout and run all over me.
When the door slides open, I try to swallow the emotion, but I can’t, and then I find myself pressed against the wall of the shower.
“I’m so fucking pissed at you, Luna. But the truth is that I’m glad to be the one that fucks you and makes you come. I would rather be on my knees on your bathroom floor, eating you, than lying in someone else’s silk sheets.”
He kisses his way from my neck, down my chest, palming my tits, and sliding his hands down my torso until he lowers himself to his knees and buries his face in my mons. He kisses and sucks his way to my folds and licks me until I’m whimpering.
And then we shower. While he dries off, I go to the kitchen and get some water for both of us. Then I lie on the bed on my side, and he lies across from me. We’re staring at each other like boxers on a rest period. No words, no touching, just gaze to gaze.
I wake up in the middle of the night. He’s asleep, with his hand over mine.
My chest shrinks, the tightness creeping up to my throat, trying to strangle me.
I shake my head and climb over him, bracing myself on my knees, not to put any weight on him yet.
When I lean closer to his face, he smiles, and I kiss my way from one side of his full lips to the other.
I tease him with my tongue to open his mouth, but it stays closed, as do his eyes.
“I know you’re awake.”
He doesn’t move.
“You were just smiling.”
He still doesn’t move.
I slide my lips down his chin, kissing down his neck to his chest. His stomach muscles contract as I lap my tongue over them.
I peek up, and he’s still lying down, eyes closed, and still.
My tongue glides over one side of his Adonis V, and my fingers trail down the other side until I have him firm in my hand.
His intake of breath is sharp, and I chuckle as I work him over in my fingers.
I tip him into my mouth until he hisses, and my walls contract, almost feeling him there. I savor him, moan, and bring him deeper.
His hands shoot to my head and grab chunks of my hair, pressing me as he bucks into my mouth. My hips emulate the motion against the mattress.
He yanks me off him. In my next breath, I’m on my side, and he gets behind me, flipping a leg over him and pushing into me. Then he turns me to face him.
“Your mouth smells like me,” he says, reaching between my legs, stroking me in slow circles. I reach back and pull his head, licking around his mouth until he kisses me.
His hand leaves my clit and wraps around my neck, putting pressure. And this is how I want it—raw, without emotions. I need him out of my system.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, rocking my entire body, making me moan loud while arching against him.
He takes my mouth again and lets himself go, kissing me through his release. It’s gentle and loving.
Loving.
Fuck.
But I couldn’t fight this feeling even if I wanted to. I surrender to it, letting it overwhelm me.
The buzzing wakes me, and I’m still in the same position, contorted against Rio. His hand is on my tit, and my ass is pressed against his dick. I spot my phone by the pillow. Giovanni’s name appears across the screen.
My eyes shut. Shit.
“Pick it up,” Rio says, kneading my tit.
“No. I’ll call him back.”
His hand stills, but he kisses my ear. “Come on. He could be worried.”
His mocking tone ticks me off. “He knows I’m right where he left me.”
“But never again how he left you. Do you think he woke up in the middle of the night, alone, realizing the mistake he made?”
I push away from him and get off the bed. “I’m not playing this insecure game with you.”
The phone rings again, and I ignore it, going to the bathroom to clean myself up. We’ve been messy this whole time, and my skin is sticky with all our body fluids—sweat, saliva, cum. I leave the bathroom as Rio comes in.
When I get back, the phone rings again. This time, I pick it up.
“Are you okay? Did I wake you up?” Gio’s deep voice comes through.
“No. Yeah. I’m still tired.”
From fucking. God, why did I pick up?
Rio crosses the room and heads to the living room, and my heart starts pounding fast. He’s going to leave. Panic begins to set in. I can’t let him.
“Luna?”
“I’ll call you later, okay?”
I hang up, drop the phone on my bed, and rush out. Rio’s throwing his jeans on. He pauses to look at me. “Short call?”
I throw off my robe. He lets his pants drop and sits on my couch with his legs open.
“One more time and then you go,” I say.
I straddle him and ride him until we both come. And my eyes fill with tears because there’s no way I can let him go. The last two months without him have been hell. It’s not fully living, but this shit is not right either.
“Now, we’re both fucked,” he says, freezing me on the spot. “You’re going to see me no matter where you look. You ruined my sanctuary because I can’t go home without seeing you everywhere. And now it’s the same with you. You won’t be able to fuck anyone here without seeing me.”
The cold wave blows through my chest. I climb off him, staring him in the eyes. I’m taken aback. But the anger there fuels my own.
I scooch to the corner of the couch. “Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
He pushes off the couch and throws his shirt on. He stands there, staring at me.
“Even when you hate me, you’ll never stop loving me.”
The haze of red behind my eyelids is so strong it threatens to burn me.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Rio. I’m going to erase you from my heart like you never existed.”
“Good luck with that.” And with that, he’s gone.
* * *
Rio
I ride my bravado all the way home. Like a motorcycle, speeding through the road, making me feel invincible.
It’s me. I’m still the one she can’t get enough of.
She won’t be able to forget me. I walk through the door, passing Tito’s room, and I hear his laughter and Sel’s voice.
And time screeches to a halt like a car hydroplaning to a crash that never stops.
Reality wrecks the bubble. They’re happy while Luna and I couldn’t be further apart.
In my room, I close the door and face the bed.
The empty fucking bed. I spent the night with her, fucked her into oblivion, only to come home alone.
To lie in a bed without her, feeling empty and hollow.
I spot my notepad on my nightstand and dive for it.
Me quemas con tu cuerpo
Para destruimer con tu indiferencia
Solo soy tu un juguete
Y tu una nina caprichosa.
You pick me up
Then drop me aside
You fill my world
Then leave me to die.
I’m an orphan
Huerfano de tu amor
I’m thirsty
Pero ahogandome en mi calor
Tengo quien me toque
But she’s not who I want
My dick wants to say yes
Pero mi mente doesn’t react
It’s my heart
It refuses when it’s not you
Because it plots against me con mi mente
Y no deja que piense
Y le prohibe que sienta
Until someone tu nombre mienta.
Mami, no le deseo este infierno a nadie
Solo a ti
Le pido a Dios que tu cuerpo llame mi nombre
con desesperacion
Porque sabes que el nunca is going to fuck you como yo.
Y para que te sientas mejor, it’s the same for me.
I know no peace sin ti.
Still waters run deep
Es Rio
Aunque me consta que nunca se te olvida
Yeah…hahaha…You can’t forget me either
Bueno que nos pase.