by Tia KENZIE
He doesn’t move his arm or answer me. I decide to try and get a laugh out of him.
“Toby, did you know I have a superpower?” No answer, I press on. “Yeah, well, I just discovered it myself. You see…. I’ve discovered that I kiss so good that I can make you come in your pants, without doing anything else.”
I bite my lip, excited and a bit nervous of what he will make of that.
A few seconds later he moves his arm, looking at me in confusion. “What did you just say? Really?”
I nod, giggling. “Yep, (I pop the P). What about you, any superpowers?” He shakes his head, laughing at me. Then he stills, his eyes searching mine.
“Why did you tell me that Princess?” He whispers, his dick gives a little twitch under my ass. Fuck me and my inner skank! I can’t help trying to make people happy! If I carry on like this, I might have to get therapy or something. Can you imagine, having to have sex therapy at my age? The shame!
I lean in closer to him. “Do you want to see it? My superpower?”
He flinches, “Princess I would fucking love to see that but, we can’t, what about Dante?”
“It’s only a kiss. You can’t tell me he doesn’t kiss that bitch. It’s not my fault if it’s like kissing a dead body. So, what do you think?”
He rubs his hands over his face. “Arrrgh, Princess, stop teasing me. I’m too weak to resist you, it will mean crossing a line.”
“Toby, you said you would do anything for me, did you not?” He goes to answer but I cut him off.
“What if I kiss you, you wouldn’t be making the decision then. It would be me stealing one. Then you can’t resist, blah, blah, blah. Or it could be a thank you kiss, for saving me from drowning. You really did save my life Toby.”
“Fuck Princess, look at you. Where did little innocent Surfer Girl go?”
“Toby, she died the day she left the Wilder family. I’m not innocent anymore.”
He moves his arm and arches a brow at that. “No, I mean, that sounded totally wrong. I mean I’ve started kissing guys, who I’m attracted to. I’ve still got my V card Toby.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, but I can’t offer that out yet. I’m saving it, not sure who for yet, but yeah, that’s safe for now.”
He closes his eyes, not speaking. His arms are at his sides, he’s laid stiff as a board.
“Toby, are you listening? Toby, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, I’m just laid here, minding my own business, not doing anything.” He whispers.
Oh, I see! I smile to myself and position my core over his dick. I lean over to start the process (oh my God! I’ve done it that much I’m now referring to it as the process!), shit, I’ll have to write this sucker down. I bet Talia would pay for a copy!
I start with kisses under his jaw, then slowly trail the tip of my tongue up to under his ear. I kiss him there. I do the same on the other side, ending it with a kiss. I place a kiss on the side of his lip, then trail the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips. Tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth, I feel his dick jump under me. Wow, I’m thinking the lip tugging is the key. Maybe I’ll start with that next time. Skank!
I move to his neck, but Toby stops me, by sitting up.
“Princess, fuck, I need to know the rules. I mean, can I touch you? I need to know first before you carry on. I mean, you might have to tie my hands up, because I really fucking want to touch you right now.”
He’s panting out his words, his eyes filled with pure arousal, they’ve darkened considerably. My panties flood right then, he looks so adorable.
“Yeah Toby, you can touch me.” I smile.
“Thank fuck for that. Carry on Princess, I’m all yours.” He lays back down, his eyes closed and ready.
I take a second to look at him, my heart floods with a rush of love. Fuck, I could really fall for him, all the way. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I continue.
Moving my lips back to his neck, I continue kissing and sucking it. His hands shoot straight up under my hoody, covering my breasts. I’ve no bra on so he starts tugging and teasing my nipples straight away. His dick has hardened beneath me, he pushes it up into my core. I find myself pushing back, against him, rocking over his length.
I lift my lips to his and he takes over, kissing me deeply. I don’t ever want him to stop. His hands go to the bottom of my hoody and he questions its removal with his eyes. I nod, yes.
I sit up so he can peel it off me, which he does at the same time as my vest top. His eyes land on my breasts and as he gazes at me, his dick seems to grow in size even more. Fuck, I’m gonna come, I really am.
He grabs my face and pulls me back into a passionate, all-consuming kiss. He breaks the kiss and holding my sides, he slides me further up his body so he can take a breast in his mouth.
“Fuck Princess,” he chokes out, “please don’t let this end. I just want to be frozen in time, here, with you, forever,” he moves his face away from my breast to look into my eyes.
“I’m in love with you Luna Monroe, you’re my Princess and I’ll fucking love you until the day I die.”
I throw my lips to his and start kissing him ferociously. He’s rubbing his dick against me harder and faster; I’m rocking right back against him.
“Toby,” I moan, “I love you too, I really fucking do.”
Then lightning bolts of pleasure overcome me, shooting through my core. My core starts contracting and as I orgasm, pleasure ripples through me.
“Toby, Toby.” I moan into the kiss. After the feeling ebbs away, I kiss him more slowly, just enjoying the feel of his plump lips on mine.
Pulling away I open my eyes and look into his.
“Well?” I question, biting my lip.
He shakes his head, “sorry Princess, didn’t work this time.”
“What? Really?” I gasp, really fucking offended now.
He laughs at me, “I’m kidding. I fucking came when you told me you loved me.”
Oh! “Did you really?” I’m not sure if he’s kidding me again.
He holds my face. “Princess, I shot my load when you declared your love, I promise. What the hell did they teach you at your last school, eh?”
“Oh, you know, my favorite subject was The Kama Sutra.” I smile, deviously at him.
“What?” He shouts.
I’m laughing now. “Toby, I’m kidding. I just taught myself, by imagining how I wanted to do it.”
He pulls me onto my back, so I’m laid down beside him. Then he props up on an elbow to look down at me.
“Luna Monroe. You are fucking amazing.” He whispers, then he starts to kiss me again. He halts the kissing, “Princess, did I just have a ride on the motherfucking Luna train?”
Oh my God! I laugh at him, realizing he’s referring to Talia’s declaration in the diner.
“Yeah, you motherfucking did Toby. Would you ride it again?” I flutter my eyelashes.
“Every day Princess, every fucking day.” He whispers, kissing me again.
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Chapter 12.
Toby had to leave after his phone started blowing up with texts. He didn’t give me a reason, just that it was an emergency. But I’m not stupid, I know it will have been something Dante related. But that’s okay, I know they live together and are close. I realize that his priority will always be him.
Actually no, I’m not fucking okay with it, I just want one person to be mine, to put me first for once. I might be being selfish, using Toby’s obvious fondness for me as a tool for keeping him close, but I was just starting to think that he could be my person. The one I could rely on, to comfort and reassure me.
Yeah, I might sound greedy, but I don’t mean it that way. I’m sure he does love me, and I was starting to feel it back. I’m just so confused right now.
I’m always an afterthought, 2nd best to everyone. 2nd to Dante’s affections, to whatever it is keeping Colt busy, to Toby running off helping Dante. Hell! Even Talia keeps disa
ppearing on me with no explanation.
I’ve realized my life is one big mess. Since losing Nan, I don’t think I have had a full day of happiness. Everything is always tinged with sadness, regret and what ifs.
I send a text to Colt, telling him I really need to see him. He replies that he’s busy, he doesn’t know when he will be free to see me. Great!
I mope around my room for an hour, bored out of my mind.. Tired of feeling sorry for myself I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I know it’s quite late now, but it doesn’t stop me.
Throwing my oversized hoody over my vest top, I leave my denim cut-offs on and slip into my flip-flops.
Making my way behind the school I find a path that leads me directly to the beach. This is awesome, I didn’t realize this path was even here, but you can be sure I’ll be using it again and again.
It’s dark but the light from the moon means I’m able to see enough. Taking a seat on the sand I lean back on my elbows and close my eyes, letting the sounds of the ocean soothe me.
My mind starts to wander, and I find myself wishing I had a surfboard, to lay back on like I used to do, and just drift, dreaming away. That leads me straight to thoughts of Dante, so I open my eyes to cut that off straight away. I’ve decided I’m going to toughen up and try to forget about everything. Ha! Big talk!
I sense movement to my right, on turning my head I see a dark figure approaching. As it gets closer, I can see it’s a guy. He’s tall, dressed in black sweatpants and a grey hoody. I keep still, hoping to be invisible, thinking maybe he’ll pass right by without noticing me. No, he’s actually heading this way, slowly though, he’s almost stalking me like a cat. I know I should be afraid; I mean come on, young girl on her own on a dark beach…. strange guy approaching…. shit!
I’m thinking I need to be trying to move but something stops me. If I survive this, maybe I’ll be able to explain it later. He slowly reaches where I am, then he crouches in front of me without saying a word, he’s just smiling at me.
Now I’ve got to be honest, my stomach does a somersault and my lady bits do jump at his smile. This guy is seriously hot!
He looks about my age. His dark hair is shaved short on the sides, like shaved really high up. The top is longer and brushed to one side. It may be night but with the light of the moon I can see he’s dark skinned, like he’s either got a really good tan or a natural olive skin tone. But his eyes, my God, his eyes are the palest grey I’ve ever seen. They look almost unreal, like honest to God stars set into a beautiful, chiseled face.
I’m not sure how to handle this. I’m having an internal debate on using the old naïve Luna (hoping he feels sorry for me and doesn’t kill me), or the new bitch Luna version (throat punch the fucking sexy bastard and run). I’m not ashamed to admit I even contemplate using my new kissing skills on him, to see if I can score a four-trick and render him useless with my awesomeness!! Yep, a total skank is born!
I decide on none of the above. Wait, that’s a lie. I don’t actually decide anything because my traitorous body does it for me.
I feel the blush coming on, my pulse speeds up and I become a quivering wreck. I fight for something to say, anything at all, but my brain can’t find any words. Not that my mouth would be able to speak them. I guess this is the new bumbling idiot Luna! Oh, and the bumbling Luna also twirls her hair around a finger like a total brainless bimbo!
“Luna Monroe, I presume.” He doesn’t ask, it’s just a statement. His voice is deep and smooth, rolling over me. I don’t reply, I’m not sure I could at this point. He takes a pointy finger and gently runs it up my leg. Starting at my ankle he moves it up slowly, watching for a reaction from me. I stay still, partly terrified and partly aroused. But I do my best to keep a blank expression. 3When his finger reaches my inner thigh, I slap my hand down onto it, stopping its obvious intended destination.
“Who the hell are you?” In my whisper shout.
“You can call me Rome, sweet Luna.”
He’s not moved his finger. It’s still on my inner thigh, but it is now stroking me softly. It feels nice too, really fucking nice. My skin is on fire with his touch. “What do you want Romeo?”
He shakes his head, grinning. “Rome, not Romeo.”
“I think Romeo suits you better. You know, with how you think you can just start touching me. You are probably thinking I’m gonna be dropping my panties for you.” I sit up so I can cross my arms and pop a brow, in question.
He’s laughing now, he pulls his hand away from my thigh and lays back on the sand, tilting his head to look at me.
“Sorry sweet Luna, I couldn’t resist. I just wanted to see what all the fuss is about.”
He drops a hand to the front of his hoody, producing a joint and lighter. After lighting the joint and taking a few draws, he holds it out to me. Wordlessly I accept it and take a couple myself, then pass it back to him. I look him over, trying to work him out.
“So, then Romeo,” I say with a smile. He just smiles back but doesn’t correct me again, “care to explain what you mean? What all the fuss is about?”
I’m feeling relaxed now, with the joint, so I lay down too, keeping a respectable distance between us.
“You’ve got my boys all in a tizz, sweet Luna. I wanted to see for myself.”
“See what?”
“What the attraction is. You know, the Glory’s are tight, we always have been. Now I come back from my trip oversees, to find it’s falling apart. There’s something going on between Toby and Dante and I don’t like it. At all. They’re at each other’s throats right now and it’s upsetting the balance.
I heard the bitch squad trash talking about a certain Luna Monroe, who happens to have a killer throat punch by the way, and it just fit. Toby and Dante wouldn’t spill but let’s just say I have my ways, of finding out what I need to know.”
Oh Fuck! He’s a Glory. I’m not sure I’ve done anything wrong. But you know, once again, I find myself being a problem for someone.
“Well, did you find it? The attraction I mean?” Yep, I’m flirting.
He’s quiet for a bit, then he chuckles, shuffling over and leaning up on his elbow to look down at me.
“Luna, sweet Luna. I definitely found it. You are fucking perfect.” He growls out in his smooth voice. Then he closes in and lays his lips on mine, stealing a kiss. I’m already laid down so I can’t pull away. I remain frozen but he sneaks his tongue past my lips, moving it against mine. I find myself responding, kissing him back for a quite a while. His lips are perfect, so soft and plump against mine. I could kiss him forever.
Then realization dawns on me and I gasp. He pulls away to see what the issue is, and I take the moment to roll away from him. I sit up, putting both hands over my mouth.
“You thief! You stole a kiss from me!” I’m actually in shock, a little offended, and a whole lot fucking turned on!
He laughs again, slowly rising to his feet and approaching me. Crouching down he puts a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to him.
“Sweet Luna, I admit I stole a kiss, but you are a thief too. You stole my fucking heart first! As soon as you started talking, it was yours. You’re a little bit of heaven and hell, aren’t you? You look and speak like an angel, but you’ve got a fire inside you too. And guess what?”
I’m trembling, in both fear and arousal. “What?”
“I’m not taking it back. You get to keep it now, forever. Which means, you own a part of me and I, sweet Luna, am yours. You having my heart means I can’t exist without you.”
Then he throws me a sexy ass wink and strides away, whistling to himself.
Holy Fuckity Fuck!! “I don’t want it. I never asked for it.” I say to myself, knowing he wouldn’t hear me, even if I tried. Holy shit! I need to tell someone, anyone. I race back to my room to update Talia.
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Talia is, as expected, freaking out. Words are just tumbling out, not giving me chance to get a word in. I listen for over 10 minutes
; she never takes a breath I’m sure. I have told her that I have used my special kiss on both Dante and Toby tonight, which she screamed about, but it was the one with Rome that has her panties in a twist.
