It feels ridiculous, thinking it now, but I do. I trust him to care about what I need, what I want, what I'm willing to offer.
I pull back to his tip. Wrap my lips around my teeth. Run my mouth over him again.
He's big. I can only take so much, even with my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
But he still shudders every time I run my mouth over him.
I do it again and again.
He presses his fingers into the back of my head, not pushing or pulling, just moving in time with my motions.
His free hand finds my chin, shoulder, chest.
He toys with my nipple as I work him. Softly at first.
Then harder, as I pull back to suck on his tip. To flick my tongue against him. To run my lips around him.
I gauge his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against the bottom of his tip. He groans when I wrap my lips around him.
And when I suck softly—
He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My sex clenches.
His hand knots in my hair. His eyes close. His thighs shake.
"Fuck, Luna." He works me with that same rough touch. "Don't stop, angel. I want to come on those perfect tits."
I suck on his tip until he groans. Then I wrap my lips around my teeth. Pull back. Take him as deep as I can.
He toys with my nipple as I work him.
His touch gets rougher as I suck harder.
The two of us in this perfect cycle. Me bringing him to the brink; him teasing me, harder and harder and harder.
His breath quickens.
His thighs shake.
I bring my free hand to his hip. Dig my fingers into the flesh of his ass. Pull him just a little deeper.
It's almost too much. But I swallow. Relax my throat. Manage to take him.
For a moment, his eyelids flutter open. He looks down at me like I'm heaven-sent.
Then his eyes close.
And his groans run together.
I take him again.
Again.
Again.
"Fuck, angel." He tugs at my hair. "I'm gonna come."
I take him one more time.
Then he pulls harder. Shifts back.
Groans my name as he spills on my chest.
It's as perfect as I imagined. So low and deep it fills the room.
"Fuck." He runs his fingers over my jawline. Reaches out. Offers his hand.
I take it. Let him help me to my feet. Let him clean me up.
Let him kiss me so hard I see stars.
And when he slips his hand between my legs and groans, "You need to come now."
I have the good sense to agree.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Oliver
Luna holds a short blue dress to her chest. A cheap polyester thing that screams cop in a porno.
My cock whines fuck yes, right now.
"It suits me." She places the hat on her head. Cocks a finger gun. "I'm going to need you to step out of the car, sir. And if you fuck with me, I'll fuck you up."
"Already abusing your power."
She nods. "You love it."
Too much. "Gonna take you right here if you keep going."
"Excuse me, sir." She slips deeper into her role. "I'm the one issuing orders here." She closes the distance between us. Places one hand on my chest. Pushes just hard enough I feel it. "And you won't be taking anything. Except your clothes. Off."
"Oh?"
She holsters her invisible gun. "So. Let's go. I need to see if you're hiding evidence."
I motion to the quiet shop behind us. Sure, it's empty. But it's still a public place.
She raises a brow, daring me.
"You think I won't?"
Luna breaks character with a chuckle. "All right, sir. I suppose, we'll have to do this at the station. I have to warn you though… I have all sorts of methods for obtaining a confession."
I grab her ass.
She gasps as I pull her body into mine. "Ollie."
"One more word, angel." I press my lips to hers.
She sucks on my bottom lip. Pulls back with a sigh. Makes that shh motion as she returns the costume to its rack.
"How much is that?"
She makes the shh motion as she points to the price tag.
It's way too much for the quality. But the logic fails to appeal. There isn't enough blood in my brain.
There's an entire wall of this shit. Outfits more lingerie than costume.
A French maid, a school girl, a sexy space cadet—anything and everything.
And I want her in everything.
Only—
"No offense, Luna, but isn't this place… not up to your standards?" I ask.