Chapter 51
jeremy
“I am so sorry. I was upstairs helping the planners, and I ran late at the studio. I was making content—”
“Hi.” I shoved my hands into my pockets and glanced down at my outfit. Still my usual all black, but this time swapped for jeans and a button-down.
“You’re here.” Her whole face lit up, that smile hitting me square in the chest.
My beautiful Luna. She was in pale pink yoga sweats and a cropped tee, a bag resting at her feet.
“I’m here to . . . fit in. Hopefully as yours—if you’ll have me.”
Her eyes widened, and then tears slipped down her cheeks.
“I fucking hate crying, man,” she muttered, and I stepped toward her.
“I’m sorry. I won’t leave. But I need you in, too. I need you to understand—”
She pressed her lips to mine before I could finish.
“I want to hear it. I do. All of it. Not right now. Tonight’s Dirks’s night, and I want to let him have it.
You and me—we’ll talk, and I’ll listen, I promise.
But right now . . . ” Her eyes searched mine.
“Of course you’re always mine. Don’t ever leave me like that again, though.
Four months without you . . . ” She shook her head, another tear falling. “I can’t do that again.”
Her words hit me like a gut punch. Months of telling myself I was doing her a favor by keeping my distance, when really I’d just been making her carry the absence alone. And now she was looking at me like I was worth keeping. I didn’t know what the hell I’d done to deserve it.
“Okay, Luna girl.”
“Where is he?”
I laughed, threading my fingers through hers. “Come on, I’ll show you. It’s a surprise.”
I led her down the hall and pushed open Dirks’s bedroom door. Luna stopped dead before doubling over and laughing so hard she had to brace herself on the doorframe.
Dirks was spread out naked on the bed, wrists tied to the headboard with a black blindfold on.
“You did this for me?”
“Of course I did,” I said, leaning casually against the wall. “Plus, I figured if you still hated me, you’d at least be able to fuck him.”
That made her laugh harder, her face flushed and eyes bright.
“You’re not joining?”
“Nah. This is his retirement gift from me. But I’m sure as shit watching.”
I dropped into the leather chair in the corner, stretching out and watching as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pale pink leggings. She peeled them down over her hips, her crop top following right after.
“Hi, baby,” she crooned as she crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. “You ready for us to celebrate you?”
“Fuck yes,” Dirks groaned.
“Maybe, for once,” she whispered against his jaw, “since it’s your gift . . . we’ll let you tell us what you want.”
“Careful, Luna girl,” he murmured.
“Since it’s your gift . . . ” I stood from the chair, tucking my hand into my waistband. “Let me get her ready for you, Dirks.”
He let out a low, eager sound.
“Lie on your back, Luna girl,” I told her, stepping closer.
She did, and I grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled over.
I dropped to my knees between them, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock free, stroking it slowly as I leaned in. “Spread for me.”
She parted her thighs, and I buried my mouth in her core, licking a long, slow stripe before sealing my lips around her clit.
She gasped, gripping the sheets. “You hear that, Dirks? He’s making me good and wet for you.”
I slid two fingers inside her, while I kept working her with my tongue, stroking myself harder with my free hand.
“God, she tastes good,” I said against her, glancing up at Dirks. “By the time you get her, she’s gonna be dripping for you.”
Her thighs started to tremble, her hips jerking against my face. I didn’t let up—tongue working her clit in tight, ruthless circles.
Finally, she broke completely—gushing all over my mouth, my chin, soaking the sheets and dripping down my wrist where I was still stroking my cock.
“Oh my god— sorry—”
“Never be sorry, Luna,” I growled and wiped my chin, giving her a crooked grin. “I was only doing it for him. You can soak me anytime you fucking want.” I stood, still fisting my cock, giving it a lazy stroke as I looked her over. “Now . . . get on him.”
She bit her lip, nodding, and pushed herself up, her legs shaking as she climbed over Dirks.
Luna straddled him backward, facing me so I could watch every move. She reached between her legs, lined him up, and sank down onto him with a long, throaty moan.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah, ride him like that,” I murmured, tightening my fist as I watched her roll her hips. “He can feel every squeeze you’re giving him right now.”
Dirks groaned behind her, hips bucking up, but she was in control—grinding down slowly.
She braced her hands on his thighs, her tits bouncing with every movement, and I stroked myself faster. “Lean back, Luna girl . . . let me see all of you.”
She did, arching so her head nearly touched his shoulder, her body on display for me while she fucked him.
“God, you look perfect taking him. Bounce harder.”
She slammed down on him harder, her ass smacking his hips, the sound filling the room along with her breathy moans. “Dirks— oh god—”
“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me.”
Her gaze snapped to mine, lips parted, her pace picking up.
“That’s it. You’re milking him, aren’t you? Using his cock until you get what you want.”
“Feels so good. Fuck—”
“Make yourself come on him,” I told her, pumping my cock faster. I dropped back into the chair, settling in to watch. “I want to see you lose it right here, facing me.
Her pace on Dirks turned wild. My eyes were locked on her tits, bouncing with every thrust.
“God, Luna girl,” I rasped from the chair, stroking my cock harder. “Play with them for me.”
She moaned, slid her hands up her chest, and cupped her perfect breasts. Her fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting until her breath caught. “Like this, Jer?”
“Yeah . . . just like that. Harder.”
She obeyed, tugging them so far they almost brushed her lips, her tits shifting and bouncing with every grind of her hips on Dirks’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, pumping myself faster. “Your tits are perfect, Luna. Don’t stop.”
She squeezed them together, her cleavage swelling high, her eyes locked on mine while she rode him harder. The sight of her—body flushed, tits heavy—had me right on the edge.
Dirks’s voice cracked behind her, desperate. “Shit— Luna, I’m coming—”
Her moan turned into a cry, “Yes, yes, oh god—” Her body locked up, as she slammed down one more time before shuddering through it.
We all came at once—me spilling into my fist, Dirks groaning through clenched teeth, Luna grinding against him with her tits still in her hands, nipples hard.
I leaned back, breathing hard, wiping myself clean with a shirt from the floor. Luna slowly lifted herself off him, both of them panting, and reached for a towel to gently clean Dirks, brushing her fingers over him in quiet aftercare.
“Come on, party boy,” I said with a pat to his chest. “We gotta go celebrate.”
Luna paused, turned toward me, and tugged on my arm. Her eyes were still hazy, her lips parted. “I need you tonight.”
I cupped her cheek and pulled her in close until our foreheads touched. “I’m right here, honey,” I murmured before kissing her slowly.