by Lara Norman
“You’re such a tease.”
His grin was immediate and unremorseful. “I know.”
Davis shuffled her in the direction of the couch, never letting her go. He touched her everywhere to elicit all the sounds he loved her making. He squeezed her ass and shimmied her skirt down her hips. She grunted when he pushed her over the arm of the couch.
“I love your ass.”
He proved it to her by slipping her panties off and running his hands over the pale round flesh of her ass cheeks. He dipped his fingers between them and down, fingering her wetness and watching her squirm. Davis threaded his hands in her hair and pulled her up to suck on the back of her neck. He kept his hands busy, unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off, removing her bra while her chest heaved.
It was okay that she wasn’t adventurous, as he’d said. He had enough of that adventurousness inside him for the both of them. He stripped his work clothes from his body, happy to be rid of that representation of his day. With gentle fingers, he angled her chin to kiss her and found her eyes closed. It was as if she waited patiently for him to do whatever he wanted with her.
He found that he couldn’t stop touching her, and he didn’t have a favorite spot. Breasts, stomach, thighs; whatever made her sigh and whimper. He bent her forward again to enter her, groaning as her warmth surrounded him. She grabbed the edges of the cushion to steady herself and took everything he had to give her.
“You like that, don’t you, Luna?” His skin slapped hers and he reveled in the sound. “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it,” she squeaked.
“I can’t hear you. You need this cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Please, I need it so badly.”
“What do you need, Luna?” He pounded into her as he demanded she answer him.
“You, Davis.”
He slapped her ass and she shrieked. “Say the words. Say you need my cock filling up your pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Fuck,” she ground out. “I need your cock!”
“Close enough.” He pulled her onto his cock more than he pushed into her, the loud sound of skin on skin becoming more pronounced.
“Oh, I’m so close.” Her voice was low and almost timid, but he was pleased she was speaking up more.
“Come on my cock, Luna. Milk everything out of me until I’m dry. I need to feel you come, baby.”
She lost it; he both heard it and felt it. She cried out, little high pitched repetitive noises, and her inner muscles clamped down on him. He came hard, seeing blinking white lights behind his closed eyelids. She slumped completely forward, and he stroked her back in soothing circles.
“That was incredible,” she said into the cushion.
“You’re amazing, Luna.” He helped her up, letting her body rest against his.
She held onto him, her arms tightening as she snuggled against his chest. It didn’t take more than a brief moment before she released him to head to the bathroom. He followed her, turning on the shower and stepping in as she blushed. He whistled as he washed quickly, hoping she would see to her own needs and not be too embarrassed to share the bathroom.
Davis had no plans for the evening other than wrapping himself around Luna, so when he got out of the shower he wasn’t sure what she would want to do. He found her in the bedroom with her bag, rifling through it for something to wear.
“Hey.” He walked up to her. “What do you want to do now?”
“Movie?” she suggested, finding the pajamas she searched for and putting the shirt on. “Or anything low key.”
He watched her pull on the matching pants and wondered how fast he could get her naked again. “Okay, we can watch a movie. You pick.”
Luna flashed him a smile. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
He groaned. “Rom-Com?”
“Of course.”
He followed her to the bed and handed her the remote. He rummaged in his drawers until he found an old pair of sleep pants. He didn’t wear clothes to bed, but he was too hot for sweats.
When they were propped up with pillows and cuddled up close enough to make him happy, Luna flipped through his on demand movie channels. He bit back the words to complain about her choice; he did say she could pick. He didn’t care what it was anyway, since he planned on fondling her instead of watching.
“Tomorrow we can go to the field and kick around soccer balls.”
She glanced at him with a smile. “That’s perfect.”
Since she didn’t fully turn to face him, he shifted his focus to her neck. He pushed her hair out of the way and placed nibbling kisses to the top of her shoulder. Leading up to her ear, around the shell and behind it, he let his tongue and lips leave a wet trail.
“Watch a movie, huh?”
He heard the sardonic twist in her voice and grinned. “You can totally watch the movie.”
Luna sighed softly when he slid his hand into her shirt, then bit her lip on a moan when he palmed her breast. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”
“It’s doubtful.” He kissed her ear. “It’s hard to stop touching you now that I have you.”
“I’m so glad you have me, Davis.” She gasped when he bit her shoulder. “Even if you only want me for sex.”
“It’s been a long dry spell, my love. I can’t help it.” Tugging on her shirt to expose her to him, he found her nipple with his mouth.
“Surely you’ve been propositioned over the years?” she managed to spit out.
“Propositioned? I’m not a lady of the night, Luna.”
She dropped the remote on the bed when he hovered over her. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes.” He sucked on her throat. “I do.” He kissed his way down until her shirt hindered him, then he lifted it and continued. “But I never said yes to any woman once I met you.” Next he busied himself with jerking her pants down past her hips.
She sucked in a breath. “Not one?”
“No, never.” Davis found her bellybutton with his tongue. “Does that surprise you?”
“Ah!” Luna couldn’t have helped the undulation of her pelvis if she’d tried. “Yes, I guess it does.”
Once he’d removed her pants, he asked, “Still interested in that movie?”
“Sure,” she answered in the dryest tone of voice she could muster.
“You can always watch it over my head.”
“This is much more—oh!”
With lips and tongue and teeth, he delved into her sweet pussy. She found herself on the brink faster than she would have expected.
Until he pulled away.
“Here, move up.”
Luna laughed when Davis moved her to the end of the bed. The movie played on and he stretched out next to her. She frowned, puzzled over his abrupt end to their fun.
“What are you up to?”
“I told you to keep watching the movie.” He tugged on her, but she didn’t understand. “Come here, woman, and sit on my face.”
Shock was quite evident on her face. “What? No!”
He gazed up at her. “I’m going to eat your pussy until I’ve had my fill, so either climb up here and let me at it, or I’ll figure a way to force you.”
Her jaw dropped open, her entire body flushed red.
“And take off that shirt while you’re at it.”
Still she stared down at him.
“Please.”
Hesitantly, she got on her knees and inched closer to him.
“Why are you shy with me?” he murmured, reaching for her waist to help her move.
She bit her lip and wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Luna, you are absolutely the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known. I waited for you because I know you’re worth it. My only goal is to make both of us happy.”
She did as he asked, first shifting to straddle his chest and looking down at him, then removing her shirt. “I don’t even know how to explain it, Davis, but y
ou make me want to do things I would never consider if it weren’t you.”
“You might not realize it, but that’s a compliment.”
Luna squeezed her eyes closed and eased her body forward until she felt his hot breath right . . . there.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She heaved out a breath and reached blindly for his hands. It only took a second for the pleasure of his tongue on her body to make her forget what she had been so self-conscious about in the first place.
Davis didn’t think she realized what she was doing when she began to ride his face. He’d thought he would tease her and make her watch the movie while he did what he pleased with her body, but it was about more than that now. She would grow in confidence with him if he had anything to say about it. She gripped his hands tightly enough their knuckles turned white, but he kept his eyes on her face as much as possible. Her jaw slackened, her breathing increased, and her thighs tightened around his face.
“Oh God.”
He hummed against her, circling her clit repeatedly until she nearly fell forward seconds before the climax burst from her. Their joined hands were the only things keeping her upright as he licked her juices clean and let her come down from her high.
Her head dropped back as she worked to catch her breath. She hadn’t relaxed her death grip on him. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Breathe.” She picked her head up to look at him. “Believe you.”
He chuckled, jostling them both. Luna twisted at the waist to take in the sight of his leaking cock. She scooted back and sank down over it, groaning loudly as she took him all the way in.
“Goddamn.”
“You started it, now you have to let me finish it.”
Oh, yeah, he was going to enjoy showing her more ways to have sex.
Chapter 13
Luna could give Davis credit for one thing without hesitation; she was walking funny by Monday morning. She wanted to stay with him on Sunday night, but she absolutely had to go home and get ready for her week. She had no choice but to work on her lesson plans, and she couldn’t allow him to distract her while she did them. He excelled at distracting her.
On Saturday, they had indeed gone to the sports complex near his apartment and kicked around soccer balls. She loved that he was athletic the same as she was and that he was willing to indulge her in soccer when that wasn’t his favorite sport. He preferred basketball, which was all kinds of hot to watch. His t-shirt would ride up every time he made a shot, that strip of abs, dripping with sweat, making her want to tackle him to the court and have her way with him right there in public. And she was definitely not an exhibitionist.
She’d heard a few tidbits from Alex about how she and Grant had first gotten started, and she was a tiny bit appalled. Not because Alex’d had sex in public—or she used to—but picturing doing that herself sent her into something akin to apoplexy. Despite dreaming of getting all over a hard-bodied Davis, that looked finer than a man had a right to in his gray sweats and black tee, Luna would never go through with it.
As it was, he convinced her to do things that made her blush to think about. She hadn’t even thought he was serious when he told her to sit on his face, but he sure as hell was good at it. A tingle shuddered up her spine as she thought of how it had felt. The idea of doing it again interested her, but she didn’t think she’d ever have the nerve to be the one to initiate something like that.
So Monday was awkward moving through the halls and trying not to walk bowlegged. That wasn’t something she could easily explain to a bunch of middle schoolers. What she wasn’t expecting was to run into an angry Luther.
“What is wrong with you?” he hissed at her.
Since he’d taken her elbow in the hall without her permission, she wondered the same about him. “Why are you touching me?”
“At least come into my classroom,” he replied, as though that answered anything.
She followed him to keep from making a scene, but then she wrenched her arm from his grasp and folded both of them across her chest. “Care to explain what just happened?”
“You’re walking like a whore on discount night at the brothel.”
Luna reeled back, feeling as though he’d slapped her. She hadn’t actually thought she appeared to walk oddly. “I can’t believe you just said those words to me, but especially in a classroom with little ears mere feet away from us.” She nodded in the direction of the handful of his students that were already in the room.
“They can’t hear me,” he said. “The point is, you swore you weren’t dating anybody, and then after one date you’re clearly in bed with that guy.”
“I fail to see how my personal life is any of your business.” This was the exact reason she knew better than to get involved with someone she worked with. She was so disappointed in herself.
“I don’t care what you do in your spare time,” he claimed.
Or more likely whom. “And yet here we are discussing it.”
“But I do care what happens in the school hallways, and you look like you were ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Jealous, Luther? Green is not your color.” She leaned forward and kept her voice low. Unlike him, she was concerned that the children might overhear their conversation. “Don’t you dare bring anything of this nature up to me again, or I will schedule a conference with Dr. Christensen.”
Luna turned on her heel and made her way out of his classroom and down the hall to her own. Her hands were shaking by the time she sat in the chair behind her desk. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’d risked her career on that imbecile to prove some point to Davis that didn’t even need to be proven. And now that she and Davis were actually happy, Luther wanted to accuse her of being a whore.
She pushed her hair back from her face and went to work; it was the only thing she could do. That and keep her eye out for Luther from then on. He was more of an asshole than she’d expected, that was for sure. He’d seemed so meek, and maybe that was her fault for painting him in that light, but honestly. How was she to know?
She felt him watching her every time they switched classes and she stood outside her door. In the cafeteria, in the break room, every damn where. He was turning into a nuisance, and she might just have to have that talk with the principal as a preemptive move against him. That might be the best idea, but she would give it some thought first.
She wanted to see Reagan again, and so after school was out and Luther had stalked her across the parking lot to see what car she got in—definitely needed to have that meeting, she reminded herself—she called her best friend and invited her over.
Reagan wasn’t busy that evening, and she came almost right away. As she answered the door, Luna was glad to be in a happier mood than the last time she saw her friend.
“Luna! You look fantastic.” Reagan came in and hugged Luna immediately.
“Oh, you just like to blow smoke.” Luna blushed, though, loving to hear the compliment. She felt fantastic, for the most part.
“No, really, look at you. You look like a woman that’s—” Reagan broke off with a gasp. “Please don’t tell me you went home with that boring teacher and had sex with him!”
Luna paled, leading Reagan to the living room before she answered her. “No, actually, I told him there was no way there would be a second date. It was painfully awkward, and I realized that it was never going to work.”
“Oh, thank God,” Reagan said vehemently as they sat on the couch. “Then what is giving you that self-satisfied glow?”
“Davis,” Luna answered simply.
Reagan’s eyes went wide. And then she squealed. Luna cringed.
“Yes! You finally see the light!” Reagan threw her arms around Luna “And it is good.”
Luna laughed. “Slow down, woman, it’s not like I’m marrying him tomorrow.”
“Oh, well, maybe not tomorrow, but you need to get on that immediately. The man is smitten with a capital S.”
/> “I know, but, for fuck’s sake, we just started dating on Friday.”
Reagan waved her hand. “It’s not the same at all. You practically lived in his pocket all through college. You saw each other nonstop. He was your platonic boyfriend or some shit, but all that is over now!”
“I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic about it.” Luna nibbled on her thumbnail. Who could she confide in if not her best friend who’d gone through the same issue? “I could use some pointers about the family, though.”
