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NINETEEN
SPENCER
That escalated quickly. I have no idea how, but I went from my quiet shower time where I get to clear my head, to Luna’s mouth around my cock. Now she is in my bed, naked, and all the reasons not to be with her have left my mind. There is nothing between us, no clothes, no space, and no words as I kiss her.
It’s not hurried or desperate like the shower. I want to take my time with Luna. While I am lucid, and I can take it all in. “I want to enjoy you,” I say, kissing the spot just beneath her ear. “Make sure it’s good, and that we both remember all of it this time.” Luna giggles, and she touches my face, then my neck. Her small hands explores my body as my mouth slowly tastes hers.
Our kissing heats up, lying on our sides face to face. Luna hitches her leg up over mine. Sliding her foot slowly up my thigh, the contact so close to my hard cock makes me moan into her mouth. Luna likes that. She playfully bites my bottom lip and teases me with the tip of her tongue. I grab her ass and pull her against me. Her exposed pussy is so close to my cock. Slipping a finger into her from behind, she arches backwards. Her pussy is so wet.
I touch and tease her like that, using my fingers to make her even wetter. Her fingernails dig into my back as she clings to me, pulling her leg even higher, opening herself up desperate for more. “Please, Spencer.” She begs as the first shiver of her building orgasm grips my finger inside her. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder and bites down as I edge her, keeping her right there just a little longer.
I can’t get enough of the sound she makes and how her body responds to every touch. Pushing her over onto her back, moving between those gorgeous legs, I look down into her eyes, and it stirs not only my cock but something deeper within me. She moves so her legs are wide open, tilts her thighs up, rubbing her wetness against me.
She’s impatient, ready for me to be inside her. I smirk. “What do you want, Luna?” I run my cock up and down so that it touches her clit just enough to make her shudder with desire. “You want my cock?” She moans when the head of my cock touches her entrance, and I pull away again.
“Spencer.” She lifts up on her elbows and looks down to where I am holding myself jerking slowly. The sight of her pussy, wet and exposed, has me hot and hard. “Stop teasing me.” She licks her lips and looks at my dick, not my face.
“Are you horny, Luna?” I ask. “Did it make you all wet sucking me off?” She blushes but nods her head. She’s the definition of a cock-tease, that body and her ability to be sexy doing anything and nothing. “Do you want me to fill up your tight pussy, and make you come?”
“Yes,” she says, breathlessly. Reaching down, she touches herself and the sight of that alone makes me want to come. “Please, Spencer.” I can’t say no when she asks like that, her painted fingernails dipping in and out of her wetness as she begins to pleasure herself more.
Pinning her thighs open with my hands, I slide into her slowly, watching her. She looks down to where my cock is inside her, teasing her clit so she pulses around me. She’s so tight, and wet, she stretches around me. It’s sexy as fuck watching where we are joined together, and when I move in and out of her, she fingers her clit faster. She matches my strokes, moaning so loudly that I can feel the vibration inside her.
Luna arches her back off the bed, allowing me to go deeper. I push her legs, so they are bent, her knees against her chest and she cries out when I push down into her, leaning forward to kiss her between them.
“Spencer…” she hisses, “…you can’t go deeper.” She bucks to try and move me, which makes her moan. I most definitely can go deeper, and she starts touching herself again as I kiss her. My tongue is deep in her mouth, mimicking the movement of my cock in and out of her.
Luna rubs her clit between our bodies, driving us both into a frenzy of rough movements. I thrust so deep that each one makes her whimper into my mouth. Every stroke drives her closer to the release she is chasing, her muscles clamping my cock tighter.
“Luna,” I say without stopping or changing what I am doing. “Come…come with me.”
I suck her tongue into my mouth, not letting go, fucking her harder, and faster as she bucks and worms beneath me. Her finger furiously moves over her clit as she comes, her orgasm ripping through her entire body. The shaking, and squeezing, the way she tries to close her legs but can’t—all of it is so fucking perfect.
I ride the wave with her and as she starts to come down, I go harder again, now wanting my own release, my cock deep inside her. I pin her down with all of me, and fill her up with my come. Sex with Luna is never going to be enough. I haven’t even pulled out of her, and I want more. I want to taste her, touch her—fuck her and make her come again. I roll us both over together, so we can lie next to one another. Closing my eyes, I stay in the moment I just had with her, not wanting to face the things we didn’t talk about. The real things that will make all of this stop.
* * *
I have a meeting scheduled with my legal team to deal with this divorce situation. I know better than to just leave it. There are all sorts of ramifications, ones I am not willing to live through again.
Seated at the boardroom table, I explain what happened to a bunch of straight-faced lawyers. I’m not sure any of them actually believe that I accidentally married my assistant. I’m not impulsive. Sure I make rash decisions in business, but not in my personal life. In fact I don’t think I have ever needed them to handle anything outside work.
“Just offer her a settlement, she doesn’t want anything from this, but I am just as much at fault, and I do not need a public fiasco,” I say to them. Luna isn’t going to be happy or accept a settlement, but I will feel better this way. It is a Band-Aid on the guilt. I don’t think she has forgiven me for saying this was a mistake.
“We can fight this. She isn’t really entitled to take anything. If she tried, you would win.” They advise me against giving Luna anything, and I understand that is their job, but I want to give it to her.
“This isn’t a fight. I want to do this my way.” I have no reason to fight her. I just want this fixed. To go back to the way it all was before that stupid event.
“We need some time. There are processes that have to be followed. Let us draw up the paperwork.” I am almost relieved when they say that it seemed very final to just end it today. I wanted to talk with her. Talk, not land up naked in my bed again—a real conversation. But I don’t know what to say. “We have to make sure you and your assets are protected, and she will have to sign an NDA, so this isn’t a matter that she can speak on or sell the story to the press.” I can’t see Luna selling the story to anyone. She isn’t like that. Fame doesn’t strike me as something she wants. She has never chased attention. In fact, she hides away from it, beneath baggy clothes and out of the limelight or bustle of real life. Luna is a loner. Aside from Audrey and her hippie yoga classes, I think she stays alone all the time.
I’m quietly torn in two because I like being with Luna. But being married to her is not a good idea—sex with her is one thing. Living with her is even nice. I like her being there. Even the damn dog can stay for all I care, but it feels wrong to stay married. I don’t even remember the wedding part of that night.
“Fine, go ahead. I do not want any sort of fighting. Have everything drawn up and sent to me to approve before we serve papers. Do not blindside her or embarrass her in public.” I know how ruthless lawyers can be. They don’t always think about how they do things, only that it is done. “Handle this with tact.” I end the meeting and sit alone in the meeting room for a while, thinking about Luna. We slept in the same bed last night, and I woke up with her in my arms—I haven’t ever woken up feeling so good.
The house is quiet when I get home, and Athena almost knocks me over with her excitement when she sees me. Luna’s car is not in the driveway. She must have gone out. I didn’t tell her why I was going to the office, and she did not see this in my planner. It didn’t seem right to say something after last night.
We have avoided one another, but this feels different—I knew she was here even if we didn’t see one another. Today she’s not here, and I miss her. I wanted to see her and talk to her. Maybe even kiss her again.
Where are you?
