“Well, I hope she didn’t break your heart too badly. I have a feeling this one’s hard to get over.” I squeeze her a little tighter.
“Nah, we were . . . we just weren’t right for each other, but we did have a few good times, right, Lulu?”
Lulu? What the fuck was that? Based on her face, she isn’t fond of the nickname. Mental note: never call her Lulu!
“Something like that,” she says, not agreeing.
I get the feeling this guy isn’t going to leave without being asked, so I lean forward and talk softly, like I’m not wanting her to hear. “Hey, I’m trying to show my girl a good time here. If you wouldn’t mind . . .” I motion for him to leave with my eyes.
His eyes become wide as a knowing look spreads across his face. “Oh, gotcha. Right. No problem.” He grabs his drink. “I was just wanting to come by and see how you were doing, but I need to take off,” he says loudly enough for her to hear.
He stands and I wave. He turns to leave, but I have the feeling he’s going to give her one last look, so I quickly turn my head to face her. My hand lands softly on her jaw and I tilt her head back, my mouth finding hers. At first, she seems shocked, but she quickly warms up to the idea. Her soft lips move with mine as my tongue comes out to taste her. Immediately, I can taste the Jack and Coke she’s been drinking, but there’s also a sweetness I wouldn’t associate with the drink—a sweetness that’s all her own. I want this kiss to last forever, but I also want to see the look on that jerk’s face. I break away from the kiss and turn to see him watching. He quickly wipes away the angriness of his stare and walks off.
Luna laughs and giggles, bouncing in her seat. “Did you see his face?” she asks, shaking my shoulder.
I laugh and nod. “I did. I don’t think he’ll be bothering you for a while now.”
“Thank you.” She throws her arms round my neck and hugs me tightly. I laugh as I hug her back, enjoying her heat and the way her body feels pressed against mine. When the hug ends, that pull has returned and we’re right back where we started—lost and gazing into each other’s eyes. Her lips part and the intensity in her eyes grows thicker. This time, she wants a real kiss.
I close the distance between us once again. This time, I’m kissing her for real and not for show. I don’t give a fuck who’s watching right now. This kiss is for us. Our tongues tangle together fast and hard as my hands cup her cheeks, holding her against me. Blood rushes every inch of my body, mixing with the emotions from this kiss. It’s a powerful cocktail that has my head spinning and my whole body tingling. I could blame it on the alcohol, but deep down, I know that isn’t it. I’ve had this urge since I walked into that music store today. She lets a tiny moan slip past her lips and it makes me painfully hard. I can’t think of anything but diving into her and staying there all night long.
Our kiss has gone on for several minutes and I’m pretty sure everyone in the room is staring at us. The kiss slows and we pull apart. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy. “Want to get out of here?” she asks. “My place is just around the corner.”
“Let’s go,” I agree, holding out my hand. She takes it and I stand, helping her out of the booth. We’re so focused that we don’t even look around us as we’re heading toward the door.
The moment we step outside, the crisp Chicago air blows around us, but it doesn’t cool the fire raging in either of us. She keeps her hand in mine as she pulls me along behind her, toward her apartment. As promised, she stops at a building just around the corner from the bar. She drops my hand as she digs her keys out of her pocket, sliding one into the lock on the glass door and pulling it open. As she leads me down the hall, she’s pulling off her coat and scarf.
Her apartment is the last one on the ground level. She inserts the key and the door opens easily. She walks in, flips on the light, and tosses her coat onto the kitchen table as I walk in behind her. She turns to face me, and the moment I close the door behind me, she’s pressing her chest against me. Her arms are around my neck and her lips move to mine. I kiss her back—more than ready to find my way inside her.
Her hands fall to my shoulders and push my coat down my arms until it falls on the floor. I grab her by her perky ass and pick her up against me, spinning her around to press her back to the door. She lets out a squeal from the fast movement, but she never stops kissing me. Instead, our kiss only grows harder and more rushed. She pulls my shirt up my stomach and our mouths break apart as I rip the shirt over my head and drop it on the floor next to my coat.
In that small fraction of time, her eyes find mine and she smiles as she lets them fall from my face down to my chest and abs. I’m happy to see that my hours of hard work in the gym have paid off and she’d pleased with the results.
I offer her a flirty smile before I bring my lips down to her collarbone, kissing and sucking lightly as I get to work on removing her top. It falls off easily with a couple of tugs at the strings in back, and finally, her breasts are mine to gaze upon. They’re round and perky and perfect in size. She has more than a handful, but I won’t let any of it go to waste. Her skin looks soft and creamy—not inked up like the few small tattoos on her arms—and her nipples are small, hard, and a perfect peachy color.
I can’t help myself and I dip my head down to catch a hard nipple in my mouth. As I suck and flick my tongue against her hardened peak, she lets her head fall back against the door as her breathing picks up and soft whimpers fall from her lips. If I thought I was painfully hard before, that was nothing compared to now. I release her nipple and bring my eyes back to hers. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Through there,” she says, nodding her head toward an open door in her living room. Holding her tight against me, I carry her through the small kitchen, across the living room floor, and into a room that’s covered with clothing. We fall down on the bed together, her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck.
Our hands are in a race to strip each other down. While I’m on top of her, kissing her neck and nipping her ear, her hands are freeing me from my jeans. She uses her thighs to push my pants down further. My mouth comes back to hers and my hands are just as greedy as they unfasten her shorts and work them down her legs. She pushes against my chest and I pull back, confused, but then she manages to flip us over. I lie back and watch as she kicks away her shorts then climbs on top of me. She kisses me roughly, nipping my bottom lip as she works her way lower. She bites my chest and scratches my stomach on her descent. She takes me in hand and starts to slowly pump. A long breath leaves my lips as I position my hands behind my head, tilting it downward so I can watch her. Her eyes lock on mine as her tongue comes out, licking up the small drop beading on my tip. My eyes flutter closed, rolling back in my head as she slowly works her mouth over my length.
Her tongue is swirling around my cock as she sucks and moves up and down. She takes me to the back of her throat before moving back up and swirling her tongue around my tip. With each stroke, I come a little more undone. As my release rises, I try pushing it down. My hand cups her cheek and she pulls away, looking up at me. The moment I’m no longer in that pretty mouth of hers, I pick her up and roll us over so I’m right where I need to be. “I’d hate to waste the night by coming in that talented mouth of yours.” My lips smash against hers and she kisses me with need and determination. Her thighs lock around my hips, but I’m not ready to take the next step just yet. I want this to last as long as possible.
I kiss my way across her jaw and down to her neck and breasts. After giving them the attention they need, I kiss down her stomach to her hips. Her thighs begin to loosen around me, allowing me to slide down further. I run my tongue between her folds, finding her wetness. When my tongue flicks against her bundle of nerves, her hips jerk and a moan escapes. That’s all I needed to have me quickening my actions.
My hands tighten around her hips, holding her down to the bed as my mouth assaults her clit. She’s wriggling and moaning, hands fisting in the sheets. I suck on her
nub and flick my tongue against it at lightning speed. Her entire body turns hard, preparing for her release. I move one hand from her hip and slide two fingers deep inside her wet center. I curl them upward, massaging her G-spot. Her moans grow louder and her breathing becomes faster. I can feel the moment I push her over the edge. Her muscles tighten around my fingers and begin to convulse around me. Her wetness doubles, soaking the sheet beneath her, and all the while, I keep going until she’s completely weak and limp.
I pull away and wipe her sweetness from my lips. “Do you have a condom?” I pant out, breathless from the air she’s sucked out of the room.
“I’m on the pill. Plus I’m free of STIs, so if you’re clean, then I’m good to go if you are,” she pants out, reaching for me and pulling me back to her body.
That’s all I needed to hear. “Clean as a whistle, baby.”
With one hand between us, I guide myself into her hot body and she tightens up around me as a whimper escapes her lips. I silence her with a kiss as I halt my hips in an attempt to calm myself down, because I’m already on the verge of exploding.
Three
Luna
Oh my fucking gawd. He’s amazing. He’s perfect. It’s like he knows when he needs to be rough and when he needs to slow down without me even having to speak the words. His entire body is hard and muscular like he spends every waking moment at the gym. His mouth, I’m absolutely certain, can perform miracles. I’ve had many guys go down on me over the years, but none of them could ever see me across the finish line. They would always get tired and give up, ready to get on to the sex. But Daniel stuck with it, overwhelming my senses with every action. He knew just where to touch, when to speed up, when to slow down, and the exact pattern that would push me over the edge. Most guys couldn’t even find the key, yet he managed to open the lock.
The moment he pushes into me, I’m ready to explode again. He’s long and hard—bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. He fills me completely, almost to the point of pain, but even that somehow feels good. I don’t know how he reads my body the way he does, but every touch, every movement, and every kiss is perfect, and always exactly when needed.
Most of the guys I’ve been with have always gone with the get in, get off, get out method. But Daniel was patient getting in, and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get out. It’s like he’s taking his time with me and savoring every minute. He’s so different from my usual type in every way possible. I’m almost afraid for this to end, not wanting to find out if he’s the get up and leave type or the stick around for the night type.
When he pushes me over the edge again, he pulls out of me and flips us over so I can ride him. This has always been my favorite position. I like to be in control. I like to set the speed, the pace. His hands hold on to my hips as I move on top of him, switching from up and down to grinding against him. His eyes are dark and hooded as he watches me with his jaw flexed. It’s got a dark five o’clock shadow covering it now, and it’s sexy on his angular chin. I love the roughness that leads up to the softness of his lips. Everything about this man is a turn-on, and I don’t know how I’m going to watch as he walks away from me. Hopefully he’s enjoying this just as much as I am so he’ll keep coming back.
When he leans up and catches a nipple in his mouth, it’s the last touch I need to push myself over the edge. I ride out every last wave of pleasure his body brings to mine as he thrusts up into me from beneath. He lifts me up off of him and I’m almost worried that this is the end, but then he positions me on my knees and slides into me from behind. This position only makes him feel bigger than before. He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in hard, causing his balls to clap against my clit. He reaches around me and squeezes my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingertips as he fills me up from the inside out.
With each thrust, each slap, and each pinch, my release is building higher and higher. My entire body is hard, tight, and ready to explode. My breathing is labored and loud. My moans are breathy and erotic-sounding. When his hand moves up my ass and applies pressure between the cheeks, my orgasm washes over me hot and heavy and thick. It feels like I’m drowning. I can’t breathe. I can’t fight against the wave. All I can do is hold on and let it carry me away. His hips become more erratic, only making my release last longer as his grunts and moans fill my ears. Just as my release ends and leaves me feeling tired and heavy, he withdraws himself from me and I feel him spill his seed on the small of my back.
I collapse onto my stomach and he freezes above me, holding himself off of me as he catches his breath and regains control of his body. I can’t do anything but focus on the pounding of my heart as I try to take in much-needed oxygen. I don’t even notice him leaving the room, but when he wipes away the mess on my back, I’m brought back to the here and now. He tosses the tissue into the trash can next to the bed and falls to my side, pulling me against his chest. I can feel how hard his heart is beating against my back, and his quick breaths are blowing against my skin—lighting another fire I don’t understand.
“That was mind-blowing, Luna,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss to the crook of my neck.
I smile to myself as I roll over to face him. “I agree.”
He studies my face for a moment. His hand comes up to cup my cheek as he drinks in every aspect of my face. Slowly, he leans in and kisses me softly and slowly and teasingly.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I confess when he pulls away.
His brows draw together. “What do you mean?”
“Usually, if I have a one-time thing, it’s not like this. It’s usually fast and over in a few minutes. Then the guy gets up and leaves right after. There are few words and there’s no kissing. You’re different.”
“Who says this is only a one-time thing?” he asks with a smile as he leans back in to kiss me again. The butterflies in my stomach take flight and fill me with excitement, nerves, and maybe even a little fear.
The band is so close to getting signed and getting everything we’ve ever dreamed of. Now isn’t a good time to start something new. I mean, there are people who are married and have kids who get torn apart by the rock-star lifestyle. If they can’t make it, then there’s no chance for two people who only just found each other. Fear consumes me now and I push against his chest to break our kiss.
“I’m not really looking for a relationship at the moment, Daniel.”
“Neither am I,” he whispers, moving his mouth back to mine.
Well, if we’re both on the same page, then I might as well enjoy having him in my bed. I wrap my arms around him and pull him back on top of me. He gets between my parted legs, and already, I can feel how excited he is. With one roll of his hips, he’s sliding back where he belongs.
I wake to something soft on my forehead. I open my eyes in time to see him pulling away from the kiss he left there. “I have to go. I have to work,” he says, gazing down at me.
I let out a groan. “Aw, man. I was hoping for a little recap of last night.” I offer him a smile.
He looks down at me, thinking it over. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and rips it over his head. “Only a short recap,” he agrees, covering his body with mine.
One thing leads to another, and before I know it, we’re right back where I wanted to be. But he stands by his word and keeps it quick. Far too soon, he’s pulling away and dressing to take off for the day. Once he’s gone, I go back to sleep until my 10 a.m. alarm goes off and forces me to get up. I shower, dress for work, and make it in at noon on the dot. I open the register and flip on the sign before going to sit down on my stool behind the counter. I need to prepare next week’s schedule for the other employees, but first I have to check the calendar in case someone’s asked for days off.
The door opens and the bell above it gets my attention. I look up in time to see Van coming to a stop before me. I offer up a sleepy smile. “What’s up?”
He shrugs. “Just wanted to check and make sure you didn�
��t end up murdered or something last night.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “No, Daniel is a good guy.”
“How would you know? You’ve known him for less than 24 hours,” he jokes.
I shrug. “I’m good at reading people.”
“Did you guys hook up last night?”
I smile wide. “Twice last night and once this morning.” I feel my face growing hot just from admitting that.
“Damn.” He lets out a long whistle. “I guess the other guys aren’t the only ones who need to watch out. You end up pregnant and all this is over. You know that, right?”
I roll my eyes. Van and I are close and there’s nothing but friendship between us. Some might think he’s speaking from jealously, but we’ve agreed to always be 100 percent honest with each other. So what he’s saying to me is don’t fuck this up for us.
“I know, Van. You don’t have to tell me. We were careful. Extra careful. Not only am I on birth control, but he also pulled out without me even asking him to.”
He snorts. “Wow, what a good guy.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Seriously, we’re good.”
He nods. “All right. I’m going to get out of here then. Don’t forget, we’ve got practice every night this week to prepare for the meeting with the label on Monday.”
I salute him. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
He laughs and shakes his head, but holds up his middle finger as he makes his way out the door.
I get off work around 5 p.m., and as I’m gathering my things, a girl with bright-red hair walks into the store. She makes her way up to the counter. “Hi, I’m Mack, Daniel’s niece.”
I smile. “Oh, hey! You’re just in time. Are you ready to get started?”
“Yeah, just let me run out and grab my guitar. I wanted to make sure I was in the right spot.”
“Okay, I’ll be right here.”
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