by Cameron Hart
“Fuck,” he says again, quieter this time, his voice shaking.
I take my hand away only when I feel him softening. Declan withdraws his fingers from my pussy and rubs my juices on my neck before licking them off. It’s fucking hot and has me ready for more of him, even though I just came three times.
When he finally pulls apart from me, I bring my hand, dripping with his release, up to my mouth and lick it off. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but his cum tastes salty, spicy, and somehow, just like him. I love it.
“Shit, my dirty little Luna. That was so fucking hot.”
I grin at him and he kisses me hard, but quick, growling as he tears his mouth away from mine.
Declan tucks his already half-hard cock back into his pants and helps me straighten my dress. We make our way back to the car, both grinning like fools.
Chapter 13
Luna
I thought for sure Declan and I were going to have sex last night, but when we got back to his place, he lead me to the room I stayed in last night and kissed me on the forehead before telling me goodnight. Part of me was disappointed, but another part of me loves that he can read me and that he knew I wasn’t quite ready mentally, even if my body sure was.
We’re on our way to the hospital now, after a lazy Saturday morning of sleeping in, cooking brunch together, and yeah, some making out, because how could I keep my hands off of someone so ridiculously sexy?
I’m a little apprehensive about Lucas meeting Declan. I told Lucas yesterday about how Declan basically saved me and that we’re kind of a thing now. He’s skeptical of the whole boss/employee dynamic, though he’s grateful I still have a job.
Declan and I stop in front of Lucas’ room, where I take a deep breath. Maybe I’m more anxious about this than I thought.
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with an old bastard like me?” He teases.
An unexpected laugh bubbles up from my chest and shake my head no, peering into those grey eyes of his that are sparkling. I needed a bit of a tension breaker, and Declan seemed to know that too. How does this man already know me better than I know myself?
I walk into the room and tug Declan along, the smile still on my lips.
“About time you got here! Is that boss of yours making you do special favors for him on the weekend now?”
“Lucas! Oh my god!” I glare at him and try to force my blush away.
“Hey, Lucas. I’m the boss,” Declan says, not missing a beat.
“Hi, bossman. Are you being nice to my sister? Making sure she eats and sleeps? She’s not very good at taking care of herself or taking orders.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. She takes orders just fine.” Declan gets a wicked smile on his face, and I smack him in the chest.
“Declan!”
He laughs, freaking laughs, while Lucas mimes gagging and throwing up.
“In a strictly professional setting, of course,” Declan says, though his tone indicates that’s not at all what he means.
“Uh-huh,” Lucas says, though he’s hiding a smirk. “If she’s happy, I’m happy.”
I glare at both of them, but Declan just smiles at me. I roll my eyes, but can’t help smiling back, even though I’m thoroughly mortified.
We slip into an easy conversation, mostly Declan asking questions and Lucas telling him embarrassing stories about me as a child or pranks we played on each other, but I don’t mind. Sitting back and listening to the two of them talk, watching the way Declan is thoroughly interested in Lucas while he still keeps a hand on my leg, warms me deep inside. Something clicks into place and I know I’m ready to take things further with him. My body was on board from day one, but my mind needed to catch up. And my heart? It’s already his, whether he knows it or not.
Lucas is in the middle of telling Declan about the time I got jealous of his mini-gumball machine and replaced all of the gum with marbles, when Karen, billing lady of doom, comes walking in.
“Luna. Have a few minutes to chat?”
I feel the weight of Lucas’ and Declan’s stare, both probably wanting me to introduce Karen. Yeah, not happening.
“Sure! You know I love any chance I get to talk to you!” I don’t mean for the sarcastic response to slip out, but there it is. I don’t even have the excuse of being sleep deprived this time.
Karen narrows her eyes and steps out into the hall, knowing I’ll follow.
“Ms. Foster, as I was trying to tell you the other day, we’re having some issues with the insurance information you gave us about your current employer, White Knight Advertising. It looks like your policy kicks in after ninety days of employment. But you’ve only been working there… five weeks, is it?”
The way she asks like it’s a question when I know she already knows the answer pisses me off as much as it strikes terror into my very being. I don’t have insurance. Lucas has had chemo, he’s been in the ICU, he’s had multiple tests, MRIs, CAT scans, blood tests…
“You don’t have to pay everything right now, of course. I know you know that. But we will need to discuss updating your payment plan.”
I nod, numbly. “After the insurance kicks in, will it work retroactively?”
By the look on her face, I already know the answer. “I’m sorry, Ms. Foster. That’s not how it works. Too bad this couldn’t have waited a few months, huh? That’s how these things go, so it seems.” Billing lady of doom laughs, but I don’t. It’s my fucking life, not a goddamn joke.
She must sense I’m not in the laughing mood, as she sobers up and collects the papers.
“I’ll give you some time to… process. We’ll be in touch,” she says as she heads out of the room.
“I’m sure you will,” I grumble.
When the door closes, I drop my head in my hands and allow myself one minute to wallow in self-pity. When my minute is up, I take a breath and put on my cheerleader face. Lucas doesn’t need to worry about this.
I walk back to the room have to stifle a laugh when I see Declan and Lucas watching the worst show ever created.
“Seriously? You too?” I ask Declan.
He flashes a smile at me, but then I see it drop ever so slightly, the concern clear in his eyes. How is he so in tune with my feelings?
“Everything ok, hummingbird?”
“Hummingbird? Oh my god, that’s adorable. And nauseating,” Lucas jokes.
I roll my eyes at him and shove his feet over so I can sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have a cool nickname,” I say, ignoring Declan’s question altogether. He seems to take the hint and drops the subject.
We finish the episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, and then Lucas shoos us off when his dinner arrives. I ask him if it’s disappointing to eat that crap after watching his favorite show, and he answers by throwing a green bean at me. I smile seeing him like this. Hopefully he can come home soon.
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Declan cooks us chicken with a mushroom white wine sauce for dinner, and then leads me over to the couch to give me a foot rub once he’s built a fire in the huge fireplace.
“Are you going to tell me who that lady was who talked to you at the hospital?”
“Probably not.” I give him a playful smile, hoping he’ll leave it alone.
“Luna,” he says in that tone of his. The one that says he’s not backing down.
I sigh and turn my head to the side, suddenly fascinated by the fireplace and looking at it rather than meeting Declan’s gaze. “She’s from the billing department. Just some details that needed to be worked out.”
“You said that earlier when I asked about treatments. What kind of details need to be worked out?”
“Oh, you know. Just sorting through some… payments and stuff.”
Declan squeezes my foot and tugs a bit, getting me to look at him.
“What stuff, Luna?”
I sigh, defeatedly. “I applied for a few programs that supplement certain cancer treatments
and medical bills, but I got rejected because I make too much.”
He nods, though I can tell he doesn’t really get it.
“And then, well… Insurance…”
His brow furrows, and then understanding spreads across his handsome face.
“It doesn’t kick in until ninety days.”
I nod and shrug. “Yeah, but I just had her add it to my tab. What’s a few more bucks in the long run, right?” I try going for nonchalance, but I’m not sure I quite pull it off.
Declan opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it again.
“Look, I don’t want to think about it tonight, ok? How hard was Lucas on you while I stepped out?” I plead with him to let me change the subject.
Declan gives me one last knowing look, but then answers my question. “He wasn’t too harsh. Just gave me the brother talk.”
“The brother talk?”
“Hurt her and I’ll maim you, break her heart and I’ll break your balls, the usual.”
“He threatened bodily harm?”
Declan nods solemnly, though his eyes sparkle with playfulness. Good, I want his playful side. His sweet side. His dominant side. Anything that steers us away from the side of him that wants to talk about my money problems.
“It’s a good thing I’d never hurt you. I’m quite fond of my appendages. And my balls,” he winks at me.
I roll my eyes at him. “Guys and their balls.”
He tugs at me again, only this time he grips my calf and pulls me towards him at the same time he’s leaning down over me.
“You better not be talking about anyone else’s balls, little Luna,” he growls, his face hovering mere inches above mine, his body pinning mine to the couch.
“Only yours. Sir,”
Declan’s eyes flash with a dark hunger, one that tells me he wants me as much as I want him. He drags my bottom lip through his teeth and then plunges his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. His kiss is primal and needy, and I kiss him back, matching every need of his with a need of my own.
“Fuck,” he says, breaking our kiss. His hips buck, thrusting his erection up against my core, making me wet and needy.
“I want you, Declan. I want all of you.”
He grows still at my words and leans back to look at me.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? Because once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.”
I’m sure that was meant as a warning, but it only makes me hotter for him.
“I’m sure. I ache for you. I feel so empty…”
“Jesus, Luna… When you say shit like that to me it makes me want to rip all of your clothes off and tear your little pussy apart.”
“Then why don’t you?”
His eyes flare and he devours my lips, growling into my mouth and kissing me savagely. Declan breaks our kiss and presses his lips to my forehead, breathing in deep. It’s such a contrast to the way he just made my lips numb from his intensity.
“Not this first time, hummingbird,” he whispers. “I can’t lose control with you.”
Declan scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his room. Tossing me on the bed, I bounce twice and then he pounces on me, nuzzling my neck.
Declan rolls on his side, facing me. He reaches out and tucks some hair behind my ear and pulls me in for a soft kiss.
“Are you sure?” He asks me again. “I never want you to regret anything between us, especially our first time together.”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. I wish there were stronger words, some way to convince him, but everything I can think of just sounds cliché. I’ve never felt this way before, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, I need you… Instead, I opt for, “I trust you, Declan.”
I kiss him this time, pouring out everything I can’t seem to say.
The next thing I know, Declan has me on my back and he’s looming over me. In this moment, he looks absolutely possessed, like a wild animal. Underneath it though, I still see the way he cares for me. I know he’d never hurt me, which makes me want to unlock the beast I know he’s trying to suppress.
I lean up to kiss him again, but he pulls away. I strain my neck higher, but he pulls back farther, grinning as I pout. He gives me a chaste kiss and gets off the bed.
I follow him off of the bed, about to complain, but then I see him take his shirt off, revealing his chest to me for the very first time. Yeah, he’s as delicious and sexy and absolutely chiseled as I thought he was. More so, in fact. I can’t help but lick my lips as my eyes drift over the unexpected tattoos swirling over one shoulder and down his chest, then lower to his six-pack, and lower, to those two sculpted lines leading to his massive dick.
When I finally drag my eyes back up to meet his, he’s smirking at me. The cocky bastard.
I start to take my shirt off too, but he reaches out and stops my hands.
“No way, that’s my job. Let me unwrap my little Luna. My perfect present.”
Declan takes my hands in his, kissing one and then the other, before lifting them above my head. His hands slide down my arms, slowly, burning a path as they go. He cups my breasts and keeps moving his hands down over my ribcage, my tummy, and then he grasps the hem of my shirt and lifts it up over my head in one fluid motion.
My bra comes off next, and then he’s kneeling down in front of me, kissing a trail down my tummy. He bites the waistband of my pants and tugs, chuckling when I gasp. Declan works the button with his deft fingers and slowly peels my pants off of me along with my panties, helping me step out of them one leg at a time.
I feel his hands skim up the backs of my calves, my thighs, my ass, and then he pulls me forward so he can kiss my pussy. My inner muscles clench with desire, and I know he sees my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.
“Goddamn,” he groans before leaning down and licking up my arousal. Declan dips his tongue inside of my slit and then pushes me back on the bed, making me squeal.
He spreads my thighs apart and guides one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, opening me up for him. Then, Declan dives into my soaking wet cunt, making me cry out with the feeling of his hot mouth on my most private place.
He begins slowly, with long waves of his tongue that roll up and down inside my pussy. Just when I need more, his thumb finds my clit and rubs circles around the little ball of nerves while he continues to lick me and suck on my folds. An index finger slides inside of me with ease, then a middle finger joins as he pistons in and out of me with his muscular arm, fucking me into the bed. He rotates his fingers and pauses to look up at me, grinning with mischief. Then he curls his fingers up and finds that secret spot, rubbing his fingers against it and watching me tense and moan as he completely destroys me with his fingers.
“Yes, oh yes,” I cry out, unable to stop myself.
He growls into my pussy, making my clit vibrate with his voice. Declan slides and twists and rubs the walls of my pussy with his fingers while his tongue does wicked things to my little bundle of nerves. He licks it, bats it around, and finally sucks it into his mouth and bites down gently, causing my orgasm to rip through me and spill all over his fingers.
I buck my hips as he sticks his tongue in my entrance, lapping up everything I’m giving him.
When I finally come back down to earth, I sink into the mattress. Declan climbs on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand cups my face. He presses gentle kisses all over with featherlight touches of his lips. He tickles my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, cheeks, chin, and finally, my mouth. He strokes his tongue inside of me slowly, deliberately, while his hand moves from my face and trails down my body, caressing me and setting me on fire.
I spread my legs and welcome more of his skin on my skin. At some point, Declan rid himself of his pants and boxers. I feel his hot, hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
In a sudden surge of confidence, I push against Declan’s chest, urging him to sit up.
“Everything ok, hummingbird?”
Declan grins and stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed and take him in for the first time. All of him. Even though I just saw his chest moments ago, I’m still surprised at how muscled and perfect he is. And then there’s his thick, glorious cock that I know is going to stretch me and break me in the most exquisite way. I stand up and place my hands on his bare chest, loving the feeling of his warm skin and how his muscles tense and flex underneath my fingers.
Declan throws his head back and hisses out a breath. “God, your touch, Luna… It undoes me.”
I smile and continue my exploration, trailing my hands over the dips and curves of his sculpted body, followed by my tongue. I can’t explain it, but I want to taste him, his sweat, his skin, and yeah, I want to taste his cum again. Only this time I want it straight from the source.
I start to kneel before him, but Declan grabs my arms and pulls me up into a kiss.
“The first time I cum tonight is going to be in your tight little pussy, Luna, not your mouth.”
“The first time?” I ask, half joking, half nervous for what all that implies.
“Mmhmm,” he says, nuzzling my neck and kissing me there. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock a few times before I empty myself deep inside of you. Then I’ll lap up our mess and have you ride my face until you cum again. When you think you can’t take any more, I’ll sink inside of you and make us cum together again and again until the only thing you remember is how my fat cock feels as it’s ripping you apart.”
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he nips at my ear and licks my pulse point. “Please do that to me. Please, sir.”
“Jesus,” he groans, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me again.
Declan holds himself up with a forearm on either side of my head. I spread my legs once again, welcoming all of him. I feel him rub his dick through my folds, moaning when he hits my clit. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him where I need him most. All of this teasing and dirty talk has me desperate to finally have him inside of me.