Page 87 of Blue Moon

“Then hurry up.”

Ryder knifed up so fast I squealed. A second later, I found myself dumped onto the mattress as he ran for the door, pulling on a T-shirt as he called Rocky’s name. A second later, he was back.

“Damn, I need pants.”

This man made me laugh. And he made me happy. When my medical issue came to light, I thought he’d run a mile, but he seemed so…so relaxed about the whole thing. More relaxed than me, anyway.

What if I got this wrong? I told him I’d read a magazine, but I didn’t mention the porn I’d tried watching. Swear on my life, I nearly puked. But I had to do this. I had to prove to Ryder that I wasn’t broken beyond repair.

He came back ten minutes later, and I heard him refresh Rocky’s water and toss kibble into a bowl. Then he shucked his clothes, dove onto the bed, and lifted me back on top of him.

“Okay, where were we?”

“At the point where I offered to suck your dick with barely a clue what I’m doing.”

“You can’t get it wrong, moon. As long as you don’t use your teeth hard.”

“No biting, got it.”

“And when I tell you I’m about to come, move.”

“Am I not meant to swallow?”

Imagine magazine had been pretty clear about men liking that, although the porn people seemed to prefer getting messy.

“Only if you want to.”

“I did a tour in Japan once, so I’m used to eating weird stuff.”

He pulled me down and kissed me. “Are you saying my cock is weird?”

“Uh, no?”

Another kiss. “If swallowing makes you uncomfortable, don’t do it. If anything makes you uncomfortable, don’t do it.”

The only thing about sex that didn’t make me uncomfortable was the man I’d chosen as my partner, but no way was I going to tell him that. Instead, I wriggled backward down the bed and gripped his manhood in my hands.

“Can you close your eyes?”

This would be so much harder if he was watching me.

Ryder did as I asked, and I leaned forward to give the tip a tentative lick, my ass in the air. His skin felt almost silky. No way was I fitting the whole thing into my mouth, so I stroked the shaft with my hands the way I knew he liked and got rewarded with a groan. Huh. This wasn’t actually so hard. So difficult. I meant “difficult.” It was definitely hard.

“That’s it, moon. Just like that.”

His murmured words gave me the confidence I so desperately needed. I kissed and licked and sucked and stroked, and Ryder’s hips began to buck. But gently. I knew he was holding back. And while he thrust, I was utterly unprepared for the rush of heat between my legs. For the delicious knot of tension that tightened in my belly. I was so busy clamping my thighs together and resisting the urge to touch myself, to bring the release I craved, that his warning barely registered.

“Luna, I’m going to come.”

Just do it. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could and braced as his cock jerked and hot liquid hit the back of my throat.

Hmm, it wasn’t as bad as I’d anticipated.

“Fuuuuck.” Ryder’s hands tangled in my hair, and I swallowed every drop, feeling oddly proud of myself. I’d won three VMAs, but this went down in my personal history as one of my greatest achievements.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I need…I need…”

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