Page 12 of Mocha Kisses

Rome slides his hands beneath my thighs, dragging my ass to the edge of the couch as his tongue thrusts into my pussy. He’s suffocating himself between my legs and yet the punishing grip on the back of my thighs tells me how much he loves it. The bar through his tongue heightens my pleasure tenfold as I scramble for purchase, my body starting to vibrate as my second orgasm begins to rattle through me.

I slap a hand over my mouth to quiet the guttural cry threatening to alert everyone what we’re doing. “Fuck! Rome—shit!” I feel the build-up as my body shudders and my hips thrust forward, my orgasm spilling onto his tongue again. How has he made me come twice in as many minutes? My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, Rome sliding my panties down my legs before crawling up my body with a feral look on his face. Without even thinking, I draw him in, licking my taste off his lips and chin before kissing him again.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he resituates us on the couch. I tense again as he lies over me but I shouldn’t have worried. In the next second, he's flipped our positions so that I'm straddling his thighs, my fingers splayed out on his lower stomach. I’m not sure when he took off his pants but his bare cock is staring up at me, a glint of metal on that as well. “You’ll love it. I promise.”

I’m not denying that. Last year, I fucked someone with a Prince Albert and I had never come so hard in my entire life. Why am I comparing that no-name to Rome?

Rome smirks and I realize I’m practically drooling over his cock. I hear the sound of a wrapper and then watch him slide on a condom. I’ve never known this process to be erotic but his elegant fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a few strokes as his hips pump into his hand?More of that, please.

“This is your show, Luna. Ride me.”

A man has never said sweeter words to me in the last six years. Slowly, I angle his cock toward my pussy and raise up before sinking down onto his length. A low groan flutters from my lips as I brace myself against his chest, Rome’s hands moving to grip my waist. His thumbs brush along my sides, running over cuts that have only just healed. Even in the darkness, I can see his expression morphing into anger and confusion as if my pain hurts him. It’s a nice thought but I don’t believe it.

The way he’s looking at me, I feel exposed. It’s not disgust. I’m not just a conquest and the way he’s caressing my love handles and the stretch marks and cuts along my lower belly shows me he wasn’t lying when he called me beautiful. If only I wasn’t running to stay away from those suited goons.

His cock twitches inside of me, reminding me where we are as I begin to swivel my hips and take the pleasure that I so desperately need. His fingers tighten as mine dig into his chest. One of his hands moves up my stomach and wraps around one of my breasts, squeezing and tugging lightly before he curls his back to take my nipple between his lips.

I pick up the pace, needing this third orgasm like I need air, moaning as that piercing hits just the right spot. Again and again, I rock myself against him while he sucks on my tit and begins to explore with the other hand. When he drags me down for a kiss, I don’t protest, ready to explode all over again.

“Give it to me, Luna. Come for me.”

It’s like his words are a beacon, my pussy strangling his cock as my cries are swallowed by his kiss. His arms band around my back and he pumps hard into my heat before the warmth of his seed fills the condom. I sag against his chest, my body trembling from three orgasms. A slow whine dribbles from me as that piercing drags along my walls and sends me over the edge a fourth time. I squirm from the oversensitivity, my pussy trying to milk more from this man.

“Hey, Luna. You’re alright. I’m right here.” His words are sweet as he kisses my cheeks, content to hold me, his cock still inside of me as he brings me out of my head. My short breaths slow and lengthen, the calm of his voice and touch softening my panic. I want to cherish this moment because I know I won’t get another one. My gaze darts to the side of the couch and my bag is still there, that charm still glowing. I don’t want to pretend that I’m safe but for the first time in six years, I wish I was. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit and then we can snuggle.”

“Snuggle?”

“What? You don’t do that?” He flashes me a silly grin before gently rolling me onto my side and slowly pulling out of me, the loss of his cock making me feel empty. There’s a delicious ache where he used to be and while I know I’m not ready for another round, my pussy thinks otherwise. “Let me just go grab a cloth, alright? Then I’ll walk you home.”

He discards the condom before slipping on his pants and heading down the hall. I didn’t really follow how we got in here and it’s a little disconcerting. I sit up, snatching Rome’s shirt to cover myself, too tired to pull on my jeans and shirt. Rome didn’t even blink when he felt my body, although I know he has questions. I swallow and take in my surroundings before I realize that we left the door open. When Rome returns, I point at the entrance. “The door was open!”

Rome chuckles as he approaches. “And? No one walks in here past six. It’s a café, not a bakery. Ms. Elrod is the only person who gets freshly baked goods that late.”

“But-”

“Doors are locked. Lights are off. Would you like me to walk you home?”

My next words die on my tongue at his take-no-shit question. His entire demeanor has changed and a shudder runs down my spine at the authoritative vibe that wafts off of him. He might have made sweet love to me a few moments ago but this version of Rome very much fits that tattooed god I first laid eyes on.

“Luna.”

“What? Um, you offered cuddles.”

A dark chuckle falls from him as he approaches. “I think I used the wordsnugglebut I absolutely will cuddle with you. Let me change the blanket.” I stand up as he does so and then he lays me down on the couch before taking the outside and pulling me into his chest. “There’s a security lock on the front door and it’ll alarm if anyone tries to open it or smash the glass.” Rome presses a kiss to my nose and I angle my chin on his chest to meet those expressive eyes of his. His next words completely change the subject. “I quite like seeing you in my shirt, sweetheart.”

I wiggle against him and he grips my waist to keep me from moving.

“As much as I’d love another round, I’m equally excited about cuddles.”

And with that, I dangerously give in, resting against his chest. I’m not sure if he realizes how safe he has made me feel—from telling me about his security system, from positioning me so that I can see the entrance to this back room. In his arms, it feels like no one can hurt me. There’s only one other person that has ever made me feel like that.

And tomorrow, I’ll have to face him.

Griffin

LunaSt.Claire.

I haven’t heard that name spoken aloud in years.

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