Luna Lodge: Sol

by Madison Stevens

  He looked up to her face to find her watching him, a knowing smile on her face. Sol frowned and gathered the dishes.

  “I’ll be back,” he said.

  Erica grinned at his retreating figure and moved to the couch. He really was very cute when he wasn’t trying to order her around.

  Glancing out the window, she saw the snow fall was in full force and snuggled into the warmth of the couch. The tank had been a good idea if anything just to see Sol get caught looking, but it didn’t do much to fight the cold. Tuning back into the movie, she shivered and jumped when Sol landed on the couch next to her.

  “Here,” he said, with a chocolate bar stretched out to her.

  She took it and looked to him.

  “I saw you took the other one,” he said and leaned back into the corner.

  Erica shivered again as his warmth reached across the pillows to her.

  “Thank you,” she said softly and scooted closer to him.

  She was so close now that his warmth radiated around her. It was nearly brushing her overly sensitized skin. Need stirred in her, and she shivered again.

  A warm hand landed on her shoulder and pulled her body to his. She gasped when his hand guided her to the warm pocket at his side.

  “Better?” he rumbled near her ear.

  Erica nodded and tried to focus on the screen in front of her. The plot suddenly becoming irrelevant as she was wrapped in his warmth.

  Her nipples tightened when his breath tickled the hair on her neck.

  “Relax,” he whispered in her ear.

  Sol’s soothing voice soaked through her, and she relaxed into the crook of his arm. With his steady heartbeat under her ear, the sound of the TV drifted further and further away.

  The warm blanket around her slipped away, and Erica shifted to pull it back. The more she shifted, the further away it moved. She opened an eye and tried to look around, but the room was cloaked in darkness. She shifted again, and her makeshift groaned.

  “Erica.”

  She froze as the night before came back. The warm body below her moved slightly.

  “Sol?” She sat up a little and found two glowing eyes watching her.

  “Don’t move,” his strained voice cut through the room.

  She lifted her leg slightly and grinned at his moan.

  Erica gasped as she was flipped below him, his body firmly between her legs.

  “Don’t tease, Erica.” He pressed forward, letting her feel his hardness against her center. “It’s not nice.”

  “Can you see me?” Her voice came out low and breathless.

  She jumped when a finger trailed along her jaw and then trailed across her lips. Erica shivered.

  “Yes,” he said.

  Sol’s mouth came hard and demanding onto hers. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, and she opened, hungry to be closer to him.

  Her hands skimmed the muscles in his back through the t-shirt. When she reached the hem, her hands slipped under, and she savored the feel of the raw muscle beneath her fingers. Sol moaned into her mouth as her hands made their way to his shoulders. He nipped her lip as she trailed her nails down his back.

  As if they had their own mind, her hips moved to rub against him. The hard ridge in his pants bumped her clit, and she shivered.

  Sol pulled his mouth away and trailed a line of kisses to her ear.

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered.

  “Oh I think I do.”

  His chuckle both excited and delighted her.

  Her hands came up and tangled in his soft hair. She pulled his mouth back to hers and thrust her tongue in as his hips started a steady rhythm. Her fingers slid down his sides, thumbs tracing the hard pectoral muscles. She stilled when her thumb brushed his nipple, and he thrust hard into her clit.

  “Fuck,” he groaned and jumped back.

  Her eyes shot open at the sudden lack of warmth.

  “Sol?” She looked around and, in the darkness, she could make out his glowing eyes several feet from the couch.

  “We can’t,” he said. His words coming out more like panting.

  Erica stood, her eyes fixed on the glowing eyes across the room. Without stopping to think, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the side. She stood for a moment and turned toward the direction of the stairs.

  She knew she had him when she felt his heavy footsteps at half-way up. At the top of the stairs, she dropped her pants and kicked them to the side. Now in panties and bra, she made her way to his room. As she climbed onto his bed, she heard him step into the room, his feet heavy, as if still deciding.

  Erica reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting the thin scrap of fabric hit the floor.

  She heard him groan, and then his eyes blinked out of sight. Her heart kicked up into her throat, thinking he might have left her. Embarrassment flooded her, and she reached out to cover herself. A low growl stopped her hand.

  The bed dipped near her feet, and excitement raced through her. His glowing eyes were back and from the bed, she had the light of the moon on her side. His shadowy figure crept up her body, stopping to rub his face on the exposed skin.

  Still sitting up, she waited as his face got closer and closer. She shook when he loomed in front of her, their breath mingling they were so close.

  His mouth found hers in a gentle kiss. He slowly lowered her to the bed, her breasts pressed against his warm skin, her pointed peaks aching for more.

  Sol pulled back and ran a hand along her cheek.

  “You are a tricky woman,” he said, a smile in his voice.

  “Just doing what I have to,” she said.

  His hand skimmed the side of her breast, and she hissed. He leaned down and planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck and collar bone, each time going lower but still not touching her swollen nipples.

  “Sol,” she groaned.

  His stubble grazed a nipple, and she moaned. When his tongue came back to soothe it, Erica arched her body for him to have more. When he did the same to the other side, his fingers worked the wet peak, rolling and pinching until she felt her insides flutter in anticipation.

  He pulled away from her breasts and moved down her body, licking and nipping the flesh in between.

  Embarrassment coursed through her as he reached her rounded stomach. She slipped a hand over to hide it from him.

  Sol sat up to look at her. She could see the heat in his eyes.

  “I said I liked curvy.”

  He gently pulled her hand away and went back to kissing her. Erica shivered when he got to her panties. They were already soaked though with her desire for him, and she was sure he could smell it.

  Sol groaned as he spread her legs. She could see him staring down at her exposed body. A finger worked its way inside the side of her panties and stroked the seam of her opening, just barely skimming her clit as he went.

  Erica rolled her hips hard in frustration, and he slipped into her. She gasped in surprise and reveled in the low growl coming from Sol.

  She huffed in frustration as he slipped back out. She sat up on her elbows to tell him so when she felt her panties being ripped off her.

  “Shit,” she whispered.

  “Sorry,” he grunted back.

  There wasn’t long to think about the destroyed garment before she felt his hot breath on her. His tongue flat, he licked from bottom to top, nipping and sucking her clit each time. Erica gripped the sheets beneath her as he continued to torture her.

  “Please,” she groaned.

  No sooner was the word out of her mouth when he speared his tongue into her. She shouted as she came around his tongue, still moving in and out with force. It thrilled her.

  He slid his tongue back over her clit and buried a finger deep inside. Erica moaned at the depth he was reaching inside her with just his finger. He pumped in and out, adding another finger once she was accustomed to the first.

  She nearly cried when he pulled out and moved back away from her. With
brute strength, he flipped her on her knees. Erica might have blushed at being so exposed if he had given her time.

  At this angle, he was able to move his fingers more freely. Faster than she knew possible, he moved in her, stopping from time to time to scissor his fingers inside.

  Erica slammed her body back against him in time to his fingers, all thoughts gone except reaching the peak of her climax. She could feel it and teetered just on the edge. Sol brushed his thumb against her clit, and she came with a shout, his fingers still buried deep inside.

  Exhausted, she fell forward and shuddered as he slipped from her. She sighed as he kissed his way up her body and wrapped her in his warm embrace.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  Erica rolled over to stare into his eyes and placed her palm on his cheek.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Beautiful.”

  He turned his head to kiss her hand.

  “Was I…” He furrowed his brow. “Was that good?”

  His uncertainty ripped through her.

  “Good doesn’t describe it,” she said. He tried to roll away, but she straddled him. She planted her hands on either side of his head. “It was better than good. I’ve never had someone make me feel that good.”

  She leaned close to his face and kissed him softly on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Erica placed her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the gentle rise and fall of his chest. After a few moments, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her. They rolled until they were both on their sides again.

  “Tell me about how it was,” she said, snuggling deeper in case he decided to bolt. “Tell me about the women they brought in.”

  His arms tensed around her, but she held him tight.

  “We weren’t asked to couple until we had reached adulthood. Up until that point, it was only something we thought about or leaned in class. They were very strict about this.” He sighed and threw an arm over his face. Erica wondered if he would continue.

  “It wasn’t often. I think they only brought in women three times when I was there.” His arm slid down, and she stared into his eyes.

  “What were they like?” she asked quietly.

  Sol shook his head. “It wasn’t like that. Each woman had been picked to pair with a specific male. Most were in their mid-twenties, and all produced a certain pheromone.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Did they volunteer?”

  Sol nodded. “No one seemed to be there against their will. We wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”

  Erica nodded and licked her lips. “Was it…” She stopped and turned her head away.

  Sol pulled her head back to focus on him. “Was it what?”

  “Was it good?” she whispered.

  “I wouldn’t call it good, but it got the job done, and that’s all they cared about.” He frowned. “You have to understand. Typically, we were in a room with several others who were also doing their duty.”

  Erica shuddered. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

  Sol lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly.

  He looked off to the side and spoke after some time. “It wasn’t necessary for them to finish when we…” He sighed. “I didn’t know if I could for you.”

  Her heart fluttered that he would even be worried over that. Considering how mechanical his sex life was before, she was surprised he was able to wind her up like he did. It said more about his natural instincts than anything.

  Erica’s hand slipped down his body and traced the outline of him through his pants. “No trouble in that department.” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “As it is, you have me near orgasm every time I’m just near you.”

  Sol growled loudly at her brazen comment, his cock growing under her fingers. “Erica, I want you.”

  She popped the button on his pants. “So have me,” she whispered.

  His mouth crashed into hers in a bruising kiss. She wrapped around him and pushed him on his back.

  Wiggling, she felt him break free of his pants and kick them across the room. Erica reached down and gripped him. She smiled against his face.

  “No underwear?”

  Sol chuckled. “They get in the way.”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “They do.”

  He was large and thick, more so than she had even thought. She wondered if he would even fit but was thrilled with the chance to try.

  “Erica,” he groaned. “I can’t hold on. You need to stop now.”

  Erica let go and climbed the rest of the way on top. Her lips were slick from him, and she shivered when his head rubbed her opening.

  “I’m not on birth control,” she said as the head slipped inside and stopped.

  “Doesn’t matter,” he grunted out. “We can’t reproduce. They tried but no success.”

  She shuddered around him as she slowly lowered herself

  Inch by inch, she forced him into her. When he was fully seated, she sat still, her pubic bone flush with his.

  “Move,” he whispered.

  Erica lifted up slightly and lowered herself back down. She groaned at the fullness.

  His hands shot to her hips, encouraging her to move up and down. Slowly, she built up speed, rising and falling faster than the last time. Reaching down, she moved his hands to her breasts and moaned as he teased her tender nipples.

  The faster she went, the more she wanted. She groaned in frustration as she ground her hips into him.

  “More,” she whispered. “Sol, more.”

  A snarl came from him as he flipped her onto her back, his weight heavy on her as he pushed further in. She gripped his ass as he pushed in, encouraging the brutal pace he had set slamming into her.

  With his head buried in her neck, Sol growled as he pushed further and faster, his cock hitting her deep inside until she shuddered around him, climaxing over and over.

  Sol groaned as her insides began to milk him, her moans driving him to a frenzy. He lifted her hips and watched as he disappeared inside her. He rubbed her clit, determined to have her climax around him again.

  She thrashed as he continued to rub and fuck her. Sweat rolled down his chest as he continued to work into her. His muscles burned, and he ached to release.

  “Come for me, baby,” he growled. His finger pressed harder on the little nub, and she groaned loudly. Her back arched as her second orgasm hit.

  Sol slammed in to her two more times before releasing deep inside. Her muscles worked around him and pulled him in even further. He shifted to press in and sighed when her legs wrapped around his waist.

  Bone tired, he leaned forward and wrapped himself her, still buried deep inside.

  * * *

  Erica’s eyes snapped open sometime in the middle of the night, and she looked around confused. When she shifted, something moved inside her making her groan.

  Sol lifted his head, and she stared into his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her, their mouths mingling at an easy unhurried pace.

  She shifted as he worked in and out of her. Her hands found his face, and she explored the contours. She trailed down from his head to his shoulders and marveled at the strength there.

  A phone rang downstairs, and he stilled his movements.

  She clamped her legs around him. “Don’t even think about it,” she hissed.

  Sol grinned and shifted his position, so he could go in deeper.

  “Better?” he whispered.

  Erica moaned as he thrust deep again. Her muscled quivered from her pending release.

  “So close,” she moaned.

  Sol kicked up his pace. “Fuck,” he ground out.

  Shoving her legs over his shoulder, Sol gripped her hips and slapped his body against hers.

  “Now,” he shouted as they climaxed in each other’s arms.

  Sol leaned forward and kissed her again on the mouth.

  The phone rang again, and he looked to her.

  “It’s fine.” She grinned. “You d
id your work.”

  She watched as he jumped out of bed, his firm ass illuminated in the light of the moon.

  Sol sauntered down to the living room and grabbed the phone from the table.

  Three missed calls from Titus.

  “Shit,” he whispered.

  He quickly punched return call.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Titus growled on the other end.

  “I was with Erica,” he said.

  Silence met him.

  “Get some clothes on. We’ve got trouble at the gate.”

  Sol could hear the shouting on the other end. Something was not right.

  “What the fuck is going on?” He raced upstairs to get his pants and shirt.

  Erica was snuggled under a pile of blankets but looked up at him sleepily. Her dopy simile made his stomach flap.

  “Some of the protesters lit a fire at the gate. Luckily the damage isn’t severe, but it’s weak at points, and we’ve heard several talk about ramming the damn thing.” Anger and irritation were evident as he spoke. “Why the hell they are even up here during a snow storm is just beyond me.”

  “I’m on my way now,” Sol said and hung up the phone.

  Erica sat on the edge of the bed, covers pulled around the front of her. Worry ate at her.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

  “Trouble at the gate,” he said. “I’m senior security. I have to go.”

  “Of course,” she said. He waited to see if she would be angry, but she mostly seemed concerned.

  Sol walked to the door.

  “Be careful,” she whispered.

  He stopped and turned around. Within seconds his hands were around her, his mouth searing her with a brutal kiss.

  “Go to sleep,” he said. “I’ll be home soon.”

  Erica nodded.

  He gave her one last peck and raced out the door.

  * * *

  When Sol drove up, he was surprised to see so many men running around, both Carter’s and their own. Titus stood in the middle of the fray shouting orders, ready for more action.