Page 32 of Mocha Kisses

I huff out a laugh. “Sweetheart, I was trying to be more than a distraction.”

“Please.”

That desperate plea again and I can’t ignore it. I know whatever this is building between us is more than a distraction but at this moment she needs something to take her mind off of her nightmares. I will gladly do that. I also know that continuing to ask her what she wants is both confusing her and frustrating her further so I decide to just take.

I roll her onto her back, Luna’s eyes widening when I slowly slide down her body. I managed a taste last night and now I’m fully addicted. Her thighs spread automatically, her breath catching in her throat as I settle between them, my arms sliding beneath her legs and my hands gripping her ass. The position has her sex poised directly at my lips and I grin at the power I now hold.

Luna’s fingers sift into my hair, her hips bucking forward.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Although, mine is quickly running out. I don’t have the time to unlatch from her and pull her panties off so I press my lips to her pussy through the cotton and suck,hard.Luna whimpers and I drag her closer, suffocating myself with her scent as I continue to suck. I move upwards a little, nipping at her clit. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head telling me how near she is to exploding. Unable to draw this out, I pick up my pace, enjoying the way she muffles her scream and drenches her panties.

“Fuck, I-”

“Not done with you yet. You wanted a distraction and I’m determined to be the best one you’ve ever had.” I sit up, kneeling between her legs before helping her out of her panties and staring at the beautiful sight in front of me. My gaze darts to a large scar on the top of her thigh and it takes everything in me not to rage at it. Now that I know who’s after her, I know someone's going to pay for hurting her. They put their hands on this woman, onmywoman.

“Don’t,” she pleads again.

“I won’t ask, Luna. Not unless you offer. Just know that the men who’ve touched what’s mine will pay for the hurt they’ve caused.”

She seems surprised but I understand that. At first glance, I don’t look very inviting. The personality I’ve perfectly crafted says otherwise. However, it doesn’t mean that I don’t harbor a darkness that would be best staying hidden.

“Yours?” She squeaks, a little out of breath.

“Yes.Mine. Griffin’s. Nova’s.” Fuck it’s too soon to say that to her but she doesn’t seem to hate it. Instead, she reaches up for me and I slip off the bed to take off my boxers. I make a show of rolling a condom onto my length, stroking a few times until Luna whines impatiently for me to return. I chuckle and climb back onto the bed, lowering myself over her.

“Yours,” she whispers. I hope she truly believes that as I slide into her sweet heat. It feels like fucking home with her pussy wrapped around my cock like a vice, her kiss as sweet and needy as sugar. Her body sliding along mine is everything I’ve been missing in my life.

We’ve got two weeks to figure out this mess because I’m not losing this woman.

Luna

Iwaketoahard chest, remembering that Rome stayed with me last night. He mentioned something about checking up on me but ended up in my bed and repeating the first night we met. As much as I want to say that this man fucked me unconscious, he didn’t. Rome made love to me. Twice. He caresses and holds. His hands don’t roam. He adjusts to my discomforts and every time I tense, he slows down and waits for me to continue rather than dictating.

The one thing I can’t understand is how he both chooses for me and lets me direct the moment. He noticed something that only Griffin has been able to pick up on—that when I’m overwhelmed, I don’t like to choose. I want to be told. I can say yes or no a lot easier than making a full-fledged decision.

A small sigh falls from my lips as I stare at the handsome man resting in front of me. Each glint of metal adorning his face brings out this hardened look that doesn’t match his persona. Granted, I felt every last piece of metal between my legs last night and it was glorious. I clench my thighs together at how thoroughly he took me apart, swallowing my moans as he dominated my mouth and pussy at the same time.

Hovering a finger over his face, I count the piercings, lingering on the angel hoops through his bottom lip. God, he’s gorgeous. I continue my descent, lightly tracing over tattoos, realizing that many of them are raised. I had figured that out the first time we slept together but truly seeing it is completely different. The little light wafting through the window shade gives me a different view of this man and from what I see, his past is tortured, more so than mine ever was.

Still, I continue exploring, loving the way he tenses beneath my touch but doesn’t move further. It’s only when I reach his cock that Rome shifts, a hand settling on my waist. I ignore his touch, seeing through my hand as I wrap my fingers around his cock, trailing a line to the tip where that piercing is.

“Fuck, Luna.”

His cock immediately starts to harden in my grip and his fingers dig into my waist, drawing a gasp from me. Now determined to make him fall apart, I begin to stroke, running my thumb over his tip several times until I feel pre-cum coating it. I coat his cock with it, enjoying the way his hips slowly start rocking into my hand.

“Luna, you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no.”

I pick up my pace, his deep groans giving me the confidence to continue. His hips stutter as his face scrunches up, his cock pulsating in my hand. His release fills my palm, dripping onto the sheet, and covering my bare pussy. The warmth of his cum makes my cheeks heat at the thought of that beinginsideme and I make a plan to ask him to go bare next time. I want to truly feel him. Both of them.

“That’s a wonderful way to wake up, sweetheart.” Rome kisses my forehead before climbing off the mattress, gloriously naked. He stretches and looks around for his boxers but I’m more intrigued by the mess on my hand. Sitting up as well, I stare at his release, rubbing my fingers together before sticking one into my mouth. Rome groans. “Fucking hell. Luna, sweetheart, we have shit to do and as much as I want to keep you in that bed all day, I need you not to do that.”

I giggle and then tense. It’s been a while since I’ve made that sound and even longer since I haven’t repeatedly checked for my bag. Rome makes me feel safe. So do the others.

Complying with Rome’s request, I climb off the mattress after wiping my cum-covered hand on his shirt. We both need showers and coffee before either of us is going to function.

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