That told me she was coming inside.
“Because I’d cry myself to sleep tonight if you didn’t. You’d do that to me?”
She clicked her tongue and thought about it.
And when a few moments passed, it hit me…
Shit, she was really thinking about it!
Chapter Fifteen
Luna
I didn’t want him to cry himself to sleep, but I did want to make him sweat. I gave in because he looked heartbroken, but also tired like he needed to sit down. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car before I changed my mind. I wasn’t going to be afraid anymore.
Easton tossed his arm around me and tucked me in close to his body. Warm and safe, and it felt so organic, so natural, that there was no way something could feel this right. There had to be a catch.
We walked across the parking lot to a beautiful duplex. All of the apartments in the Woodward complex were old homes renovated into duplexes. They were small, the size of an apartment, so that was what everyone called them. Where Easton lived was beautiful. It was a freshly painted light teal, a color that made it very beachy looking since it had a view of the ocean. The steps were painted white as we walked up to his door.
There was a welcome mat on the ground that said, ‘Welcome’. It was a bit worn and old like they found it by a dumpster and shrugged, deciding it would be a good fit.
Men.
There was a plant in the corner in a reddish-brown planter pot, dead and wilting. Easton unwrapped his arm from around my shoulder, dug into his pants that left nothing to the imagination, which I loved, and brought out his keys.
He groaned and leaned against the side of the house to catch his breath. I cupped his face and made sure he didn’t have a temperature. I didn’t want him to get sick with an infection. “Here, let me, sweetheart.” I took the keychain from his hand and picked the key I thought would fit best, slid it into the smooth gold lock, and popped the door open. “Come on, let’s go lay down and take a nap,” I said, slinging my arm around his waist to help him inside. I knew he could walk on his own, but I didn’t want to chance it.
I tossed the keys in the bowl that sat on a plain black coffee table and reared my leg back to kick the door shut. The place was nice. Hardwood floors and open spaces, but we needed to find the bedroom, which I bet was upstairs. Easton made his way up, groggy and sluggish. And as we climbed, pictures lined the wall of him and his brothers, which made me smile. When we got to the top, it was a huge loft with a balcony on the other side of double doors that overlooked the sea.
It was gorgeous. Easton flopped on the bed and pushed a pillow under his arm, moaning with relief. I looked around his room, nosey, but I wanted to know him. What I found nearly had me falling to my knees.
There were at least a dozen pictures of him and I from when we were kids. One of us at the zoo petting a camel, another at a waterpark on a rollercoaster that both of us were terrified of, you could see it on our faces with how wide our eyes were. The last picture taken of us when we were thirteen or fourteen, and I had been laughing at something stupid Easton had said. That was what it looked like to me. My head was tossed back, my smile was wide with my braces, and Easton gazed at me with all the love in the world.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Then the pictures grew sparse since there was nearly a decade missing from fifteen onward. Still he had my high school graduation picture framed in gold, the black and purple tassel hung in my face. I wasn’t smiling. I remembered the feeling well. I felt like I couldn’t. I didn’t have a reason to smile.
And then my college portrait hung bigger than the rest of them. It was encased in an expensive custom red frame; my smile was wide but not as wide as it was with Easton. My gaze landed on his college picture that was right by mine in a matching frame, and my breath hitched. We looked like scholars that belonged together. He looked so damn handsome, grinning, showing those white teeth. His hair was swooped back like James Dean and that dimple in his chin… I wanted to lick it.
“I’ve always loved you, Luna. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I don’t deserve it, not yet. And I know that… shrine looks creepy, but I’ve only ever wanted to keep up with you. You were the biggest part of my life, and that never changed for me. You will never know how sorry I am for ruining what we had. It eats at me.” He placed his good fist over his heart and pounded his chest. “It fucking ruined me.”
I looked at him the same time he looked at me, and his eyes were red, threatening to shed a tear. Over me? I couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped my purse, and I ran to him, jumping onto his lap and wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed my lips against his, and I knew he could taste my tears. I was pouring all the pain I had ever felt throughout the years into that kiss. I cupped his face and dragged my nails through his beard, whimpering, either from being set free or feeling the same amount of bombarding emotions he released into me.
That kiss…that kiss was about to lead somewhere that neither of us could erase if we didn’t stop. And I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to rewrite our history. Our teeth clashed, our tongues fought, and my nails teased his skin. His mouth was hot, skilled, and his tongue was silk against mine as he owned me and took what he wanted.
My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I lifted it up and over his head, taking extra time to remove it from his arms, so I didn’t cause him pain. His skin turned white from the pressure of my nails, but the rest of his perfect canvas had an even tan. Easton had grown into a man. No, not a man, a god.
It was like every inch, every ridge, every muscle was formed just for my liking, for my needs, and I couldn’t stop touching him. I admired his torso, the eight-pack abs, the defined chest, the swell of his pectorals, and then there was the V. That sexy cut was sharp against his hips and disappeared under his jeans.
It was Easton’s turn now. He gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. He was face to face with my breasts, and the hot growls radiating from his mouth puffed against my sensitive skin spilling from my bra.
I wore a simple white-laced bra. It was sheer, but I loved the support and comfort. His hands roamed my back, digging his fingers inch my shoulders before they slipped under the straps and slid them down my arms.
My body shook as his fingertips traced the bra, tickling my breast in the most delicious way.
“You’re beautiful,” he growled, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth through the bra, and the hard suck from his lips and the rough scratch of the material made a moan spill from me. A sound I had never made before. I shut myself up, not wanting to sound like an idiot when he shook his head. “I want to hear how you feel, baby. I want all your sounds.”
With one hand, he unclasped my bra, and the only thing that kept my breasts from showing were my arms. He took my bra off with expertise, and suddenly I felt nervous, inexperienced, and kind of stupid for not doing this sooner.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing a finger down my face, looking at me like I hung the damn moon for him or something.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to give away my secret. I was afraid if I admitted it, we would stop. “Nothing, I just can’t believe I’m here with you,” I whispered in the silence of the room and lowered my arms, which allowed my bra to fall, releasing my breasts. The cold air lapped around my nipples and made them draw into tight, small beads.
He groaned and palmed them by taking turns with his uninjured hand. “So goddamn perfect. They fit right in my hands. You were made for me,” he said, speaking what I thought of him just a few minutes ago. His tongue flicked out on my left nipple, and I cried out, loving how good it felt. Why had I never done nipple play before?
Easton pinched the other nipple with his fingers, and the simultaneous stimulation had my body bending backward and crying out for more.
“Would you let me fuck your tits one day, baby?”
I jerked my head forward and stared at him through my innocent eyes. I kn
ew I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. I nodded, licking my lips as I watched his eyes dilate and a change take over him. His skin turned hot, and somehow he flipped me over with his good arm until I laid flat on my back against his bed.
He stole my mouth in another kiss, the claim urgent and selfish. He worked my jeans off and tossed them on the floor, and he smirked as he slid down my body, then shouldered his way between my legs. He ran his nose over my folds, and his eyes closed. He mouthed my sheath over my thong and with a quick tug and a sound of material ripping, my pussy was bare to him
I was bared to him.
I went to cover myself up, but he gripped my arm and pinned it to my side. For a man that only had one arm, he was strong. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded, lowering my other arm to my side. I wanted to listen.
He flipped me onto my stomach, and then he lifted off me, his warmth gone, and the presence of his strength vanished. I cried out for him hungrily, already missing him, when his lips started kissing up my spine. “I’m here. I’m never leaving you, baby.” His thick cock pressed against my ass, and I groaned, pushing back against him for more. “Greedy girl. I don’t think so. Not yet. I need to make sure you learned your lesson when it comes to listening to me.”
Dazed, I turned my head to see what he meant when he let his hand fly through the air and land on my ass. His palm met my ass, creating a hot stinging sensation that had me calling out.
For more.
Smack.
The intensity of the sting made my eyes water. I clutched the sheets as he took me on a painful ride of pleasure.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
My pussy was aching, my virgin hole pulsed to be filled and stretched by his cock. I needed him to stretch me, to own me, and to completely possess me.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
My ass was on fire, but my pussy was dripping for him. I loved it. I wanted him to keep going, but I wanted him to stop.
That had to be painful for him too because of his arm. I tried to turn around to ask him, but he kept me face down as he rubbed my swollen red ass. “So damn pretty. I wish you could see this, baby. So red, my handprint marking you like this.” He dipped his finger below, pushing into my sheath to give my hurting hole attention. “So wet. This for me?”
I nodded.
Smack.
“Use your words, Moon.”
“Yes, Easton. Easton, yes! All yours. All for you. Always has been,” I moaned, arching my back when he pushed a finger inside me. I clamped around him, and my walls sucked him further in. I needed more.
“So tight,” he groaned, laying his cheek on my flaming globes. He inserted another finger next to his index finger, and then right as my orgasm started to build from his finger fucking, he pulled his fingers out, flipped me onto my back, and I watched as he sucked his fingers in his mouth, licking my juices clean.
“I knew you’d be sweet. Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I nodded again.
His eyes narrowed.
Smack.
I cried out when he hit my clit with a delicious force that had my legs shaking, and my orgasm threatening to tumble over.
He did it again.
And again.
And on the last hit, my bundle of nerves exploded, and a body levitating experience washed over me as I came. I became wetter. I felt drugged, high from how good it felt. I was buzzing.
“You are a masterpiece when you orgasm,” he said, then gripped my hand and brought it to his intimidating girth. “Now, be a good girl and come suck my cock. I need to feel your mouth.”
I sat up, hungry for his long, impressive meat. I felt like a sex fiend for wanting his come to fill my belly. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to him, the sheets slick and wet from my orgasm. My nose nudged his heavy swollen sack, and I licked up his ten-inch cock, following the bulging vein pumping it full of blood. I wrapped my mouth around the plum head, engorged and purple.
Easton needed relief.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Your mouth is amazing.” His praise had me sucking more of him down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in hard until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled off a bit, and the action caused a salty drip of precome to leave his tip, bursting over my tongue.
And now I had a new craving. When I wanted something salty, I knew where to go.
His fingers tangled in the thickness of my curls, and with a rough sting, he yanked me back, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth. A string of spit connected us still, but he shoved me back until my back bounced off the bed.
This was a new side of Easton, the man I had never seen before, and I loved it.
If I wasn’t Easton’s now, I was about to be.
Chapter Sixteen
Easton
The pain and exhaustion I felt were drowned out by the desire coursing through my veins and the lyrical sexual notes falling from Luna’s throat. I never thought I’d be here. Honestly, I thought this moment would always remain a dream. She’d already orgasmed for me once, just from a simple spanking, and I wanted to see her shatter for me again.
I was nervous.
This was Luna we were walking about, the soulmate I had always known and never thought I’d have. This had to be perfect. She wasn’t my first for sexual experiences, but she was my first for love. Luna always had that over all the other women. She had my heart, my soul; I was bound to her in ways that would never make sense to anyone else.
She was beautiful underneath me. Her creamy body was made of dreams, cotton, and clouds. She as soft, like velvet, her skin stark white against mine since I was tan from being out in the sun so much. My hand rubbed up her ribcage, and my nails dug into her skin, raking down the flawless flesh, watching it turn into pink lines.
I grunted in appreciation when I saw my marks on her.
I shifted my weight above her, my arm throbbing with pain from the marred skin underneath the bandage. No amount of pain would stop me from being with her in this moment though. The world would have to end to throw me off her. I nudged her entrance, her lips parting, and the wet sound of her sheath taking me had my balls throbbing, ready to fill her core. I wasn’t even an inch in yet, and I was ready to blow.
A shaky breath left the unstable safekeeping of my lungs when I felt her heat hug my shaft as I inched my way inside. She was tight, really fucking tight, and the pinched expression on her face had me slowing down. I was barely two inches in, but she looked like she wanted to cry.
“Are you okay?” I asked, brows pinching in concern. Maybe it had been a while for her, and that was why it hurt.
She nodded, and to take her mind off the pain, I latched onto her breast, sucking the rosy nipple in my mouth and flicking the elongated peak. She arched her back, and the move had my cock slipping in another inch. In unison, we groaned, and then when I felt a barrier, stopping me from being completely joined with her, her nipple popped out of my mouth when I snapped my gaze to her face.
No fucking way was she a virgin.
I couldn’t be that lucky.
“Luna,” I said, testing the barrier, hoping to relax her enough that it wouldn’t hurt. “Luna, baby,” my words stumbled out of my mouth, broken in disbelief yet sounding like a prayer all at the same time.
“No one was ever you, Easton Moore,” she whispered, circling her arms around my neck. “No one.” Luna thrust her hips down, and her hymen broke from the intrusion of me, and I cried out her name, burying my face in her shoulder as I released my come in her perfectly crafted pussy created just for me.
She was soaked now, dripping with my seed and her juice. It would make what was about to happen more enjoyable for her.
“Did you just…” her face flamed, and I thought it was cute how innocent she was, but when I spanked her, she was a naughty little sinner.
“I did.” I kissed my way up her chest until I plunged my tongue forcefully into her mouth. “You felt too good, but
don’t worry baby, I’m still hard and aching for you.” I slid out, the wet sound of her cunt nearly had me coming again, but I held back, stroking her pussy slowly. I wanted to ignite a purr.
Her nails dug into my chest when I started to give her more of my length. I curled over her, my lips to her ear so she could hear what she was doing to me. “I’m not letting you go, Moon. You’re mine. I’m yours.” I always had been hers. Our paths, our lives, they were written in the stars. Our love was meant to happen, just like this.
“Easton,” my name fell from her lips as her walls tightened around me. “More, Easton. More,” she pleaded, squeezing her cunt around my cock and meeting my thrusts with her own.
Who was I to deny her?
I lifted off her, watching her tits bounce as I ramped up my pace. I watched where my cock disappeared inside her, my sensitive flesh decorated with our come and a hint of blood. Her virgin blood. She saved herself for me, maybe she didn’t know it at the time, but she did, and I’d cherish it forever.
Just like I’d cherish her.
“You take my cock so good, baby,” I praised her as my balls slapped against her and my big dick plunge inside her tight crevice. “God, I wish you could see what I could see.” I lifted one of her legs and placed it on my shoulder, which allowed me more room to inch my way deeper. I tossed my head back as I gripped her ass for leverage and started to give her everything. With every hard thrust and quick snap of my hips, I poured years of frustration into my movements.
The look of pleasure on her face nearly sent me over the edge. Her fingers played with her nipples, and her lips were pursed as she watched my cock saw in and out of her cunt. I moved my hand from her ass to her clit, pinching and plucking the sensitive nub until she let out a loud wail. Her walls strangled my cock as she came, soaking me until her sweet slick dripped from my balls.
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