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“Hmm. Yeah.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked from my lips to my eyes. “I forget, sometimes, how well you know me.”
I slid my arm around her waist, squeezing the soft flesh there, then threading my hand up the back of her shirt, lighting grazing her skin with my nails until she gasped and pressed her hand into the crotch of my pants.
Things were getting hot and heavy. I wanted it, obviously, but I wasn’t keen on getting arrested for public indecency. “Er, Luna...”
She pulled away, and, seeing my reticence, held her fingers to her lips. “Wait one minute.”
She darted over to the bar, had a word with the barkeep, and in one moment she was back, brandishing a key.
I boggled at it. “What on earth...”
Luna smiled coyly. “I just asked if I could show you around. There’s a teeny tiny room they have here for intimate gigs. I said you’re a musician.”
“Luna Black, you mischievous... Did you say which musician?”
She shook her head. “No. You’ve got as many haters as you have fans. And I’d hate to get barred from this place just because it turns out the barkeep has read Reed’s memoir.”
“Oh yeah. Reed’s memoir.” I thought about it. “Wait. Did you write that?”
She looked shifty for a minute, then smirked again and held her finger up to her lips. “Do you want me to answer that, or do you want to follow me into the unoccupied room at the back of the bar?”
I hung my head in faux petulance. “The unoccupied room at the back of the bar... obviously...”
Luna grinned and pulled me to my feet. Then, keeping my hand clasped in hers, she wove us through the collection of small, circular tables past the bar and through the doorway that led to both the toilets and, apparently, the room for small gigs.
We stumbled through the corridor to the locked door at the far end. Luna slid the key into the lock and turned, then wiggled it around a bit until the door jolted open and she almost went flying with it. I caught her and steadied her, and she locked the door behind us, so it was just Luna and I.
The room was tiny, as rooms for gigs went. The small stage could maybe fit two or three people cramped in together, but definitely not a drum kit. As for the audience, it could probably fit thirty people, standing, but there’d be some spilled drinks. Definitely for intimate gigs only.
Speaking of intimate gigs...
Luna turned to face me, her face flushed, excitement glittering in her eyes. For a moment, we undressed each other with our eyes. I took in her untamed hair, her delicate neck, the shapely form accentuated by a fitted tee and skinny jeans. Then, we decided that each other were far too dressed, and began to tear at each other’s clothing indiscriminately, slowing just a little to fiddle with buttons and clasps.
Then, when we were undressed to each other’s liking, we pressed our bodies together. Her skin, soft and pale, against my rougher, more tanned torso was heavenly. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders to pull her as closely into me as I could. Her pussy glanced against my thigh – it was dripping wet, and I pushed my thigh against her until she moaned. My rock hard cock was resting against her hip, the little friction there giving me tantalizing jolts of pleasure.
I replaced my thigh with the palm of my hand, grinding against her arousal. I pressed my lips against hers. She bit my lower lip and kissed back, until she couldn’t hold in her cries anymore and threw her head back, thrusting against my fingers.
“Fuck.” I could barely contain myself, she looked so fucking hot and desperate in the dim light of the small underground room.
Her eyes snapped open, catching herself in a moan, and met mine. “Fuck me.”
“You sure? You’re ready?”
“I’m ready.” Her voice had urgency. She fumbled in her discarded bag and flicked a wrapped condom at me, which narrowly missed my head, and both of us giggled.
“Over here.” I directed her to sit on the edge of the raised stage while I pulled on the condom, then flicked at her nipples and scratched lightly at her inner thighs until she was biting her lip, dripping onto the stage and begging for me to enter her.
She practically reached out and pulled me towards her by the cock. I steadied myself on her hips and thrust into her. “Fuck fuckfuck.” She felt amazing. As always, it was going to take a mental effort to not let go and empty myself into her right now. She squeezed tightly around my cock with her muscles, pulling me further in, and moaned as I thrust deeply into her, grunting as I tried to hold at bay the part of me that just wanted to take my pleasure now, nownow.
But there was a larger part of me that was concerned about her pleasure, too. So I held off, though each painfully blissful stroke and pump spiraled me closer and closer to sweet, delicious oblivion. And if I opened my eyes long enough to see her writhing and contorting in pleasure beneath me, her big dark eyes fluttering open to meet my own, I was going to come.
I pressed a kiss onto her mouth, her neck, her chest. I lightly bit her nipple, and she cried out, scraping her fingernails down the skin of my back and clenching around me, holding me, supporting me in a way I’d never felt before.
Then she let out a string of quick, high-pitched moans that descended into a longer, deeper moan and the orgasm rocked through her insides, taking me along for the ride. I groaned and emptied myself inside her, grunting as her thighs spasmed around my hips, squeezing everything that I had and taking it for her very own.
Everything with Luna felt so perfect and natural: even when we handed the key back in and ran out into the street cackling like two teenagers once more, joking about Apollo and attempting to hail a cab to take us to a bed somewhere, anywhere, at my apartment or hers.
Luna
