Ethan
I’ve fucked hundreds of women, but shaving Luna’s pussy is the most truly erotic moment I’ve ever experienced. When she orgasmed, she looked fucking transcendent. I’d never admit it, but I’m shaken by the intensity of what happened. Hell, I couldn’t explain it if I tried, how fingering her pussy made me feel things that fucking twenty women couldn’t.
I’m not the man with the words, so afterwards, we lie in silence on her bed, with her cuddled in the crook of my arm. For once, I’m not thinking about when I can get up and go, or even whether it’s time for a sandwich. Having her body next to mine feels fucking fantastic. It scares the hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop. This feels too good to fuck it up by fucking her. And that scares me even more. Since when do I not want to fuck a gorgeous, willing woman?
Since never, that’s when. The fact that my cock definitely feels different about that reassures me that I’m not turning into a pussy. I’ve had the world’s longest, hardest hard-on for an hour straight, and every time I think about the stranglehold of her hot, wet cunt on my fingers, I just about come my pants like a teenager.
Her breathing is deep, and I think she’s fallen asleep until she speaks. “Tell me a story,” she says, her voice edged with sleepiness.
“A story?” I ask, trying not to sound incredulous. “I’m not the bedtime story type of guy.”
“Good thing it’s not bedtime,” she says, squirming onto her back in my arms. “Tell me what it was like growing up out here, away from the swamp.”
I push her long, purple hair away from her face. “Where’s this coming from?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “I want to know more about you-all of you boys.”
I sigh and roll onto my back, my arm still pillowing her head. “That’s not something I do, pup. Think about the past. That shit is dead and gone.”
“Then it’ll be easy to talk about.” Her lips curve in the sweetest smile, one that blow-torches my walls into ash.
I continue to finger strands of her silken hair, steeling myself to dredge up memories of our childhood. Any other woman asked me this, I’d tell her to fuck off and mind her business. But Luna’s not any woman. “What do you want to know, pup?”
“Whatever you see fit to share,” she says. Her head nestles into my chest, and I swear I’ve died and gone to the place in the sky that men like me don’t ever go.
“Well, our daddy was a real son of a bitch. How’s that?”
She curls her small fingers into my little patch of chest hairs and tugs. “More.”
“Ouch,” I say, laughing and grabbing her hand. “I’m already injured, and I might die of blue balls this very night. I don’t need my chest hairs pulled out, too.”
“I’m sorry,” she coos, stroking her small hand over my pecs. “What’s blue balls?”
“Never you mind, pup,” I say. “But keep plucking my nipple like that and you’re going to find out how it feels when I empty them.”
“Oh!” she says, pulling her hand away, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that makes me want to simultaneously wrap her up in a protective hug and fuck her pretty little mouth until tears run down her cheeks from gagging on my cock until she can’t breathe. My head is so fucking confused, I don’t know what’s what.
She lays her gentle hand on the center of my chest. “Is this okay?”
God, my fucking chest aches with her sweetness. “Yeah,” I say, covering her hand with mine. “It’s more than okay.”
“Will you tell me?” she asks. “I’ve told all y’all about life in the swamp with Mama.”
I take a few seconds to conjure up something to say about dear old dad. It’s the last thing I want to talk about, but pleasing her wins out over not wanting to rehash this old shit. “He really was a rotten son of a bitch,” I say after a minute. “Mean as a snake. He fixed rich people’s pools and did upkeep on them… Same kind of thing we do, but more steady, less odd jobs. According to his drunk ass, it was all our fault that he wasn’t living in one of them fancy houses with a pool.”
“Why?”
I shrug and caress her silky skin to keep myself busy while I get this out of the way. “He got meaner the deeper into goblin juice he got. We all had our way of dealing with him. Warrick, he got real quiet, same way he does now when he’s simmering on something. Callan always tried to be the perfect son to keep him from having something to go after us for, picking up our room and helping our mama and shit like that. And me…” I let out a bitter chuckle. “I tried to lighten the mood, maybe tell a joke and get him laughing.”
“Why’d you need to joke?” she says, tracing circles along my belly that have my cock dancing in the wet jeans I’m still wearing after our bath.
“Dad was always pissed when he came home drunk because he couldn’t find goblin blood and tried to kill the craving with booze. Those times were the worst.” My forehead furrows, and a few emotional rocks land on my chest as I imagine Dad’s foul temper. “I learned early there was one way to cool his temper, and that was to get him laughing. Otherwise, he’d take out his anger on us with a two-by-four-that’+-s a piece of wood, in case you wondered. It was best to get him laughing before that happened.”
My whole body tenses with the memory, and I stop moving my hand against her arm. Skipping down memory lane is twisting my insides into knots.
“Ethan,” she says, her voice choked. “That sounds awful.”
“That’s why I hate talking about this shit,” I say. “But don’t go feeling sorry for me. It was nothing compared to what you went through out there with just your mama. And it wasn’t all bad. I felt real proud when I could get Dad to laugh before he walloped us. I protected all four of us if I got him laughing. That’s when I knew I did good, that we’d all be alright. Warrick and Mama and Callan all looked at me like I was their fuckin’ savior, I tell you. That’s about the best feeling in the world.”
The distant whine and snarl of motorcycle engines drifts through the open window.
“Shit, Luna. Get up and get dressed. We’ve got five minutes, tops.” She scrambles from the bed. “Why? What’s happening?”
“My brothers are happening.” Shame nooses my insides at taking advantage of Luna.
“Callan said he promised you,” she says, pulling on a new shirt from the pile Warrick bought her. “What did he promise?”
“You can’t tell anyone what we did today, got it?” I say, rolling out of bed and dragging off my wet jeans. My brothers would fucking murder me if they knew I’d been fingering up our little pet, the one who’s off limits to all of us.
Luna digs through the bag of clothes and pulls out pair of shorts. “Why do we have to keep everything a secret?”
“Because people tend to get jealous when everyone wants to fuck the same girl, and only one person does it.”
“What’s fuck?” she says.
“What we just did in the tub,” I say, throwing my long hair back and yanking on a fresh pair of jeans. “That’s finger-fucking.”
She nods, looking thoughtful and going way too fucking slow with dressing. Obviously she doesn’t get the urgency of the situation.
“What’s jealous?” she says, grabbing her hairbrush and brushing out her long tresses.
for it.”
“Competitive. They want what you want, and they might fight you More like tear out my stitches and leave me to bleed out.
“Like when the gators fight over fresh kill?” “Exactly like that,” I say.
The motorcycles are getting closer, and we need to get out of the
bedroom.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her shoulders, pivoting her around, and urging her out of the bedroom. “You get into the kitchen, and I’ll put some music on in the front room. Pretend we’ve just been here learning more manners today.”
“What kind of manners? What should I say?” she says, trotting after me.
I rush into the living room and pick up a Pixie Dust album from
Callan’s record collection. I fit it on the turntable and move the arm to gently place the needle on the vinyl. “Just say you learned how to act civilized in town. Don’t call it manners.”
Heavy metal blasts through the speakers, filling the room. I pull her close for a last quick embrace. “I promise, Luna,” I murmur into her hair. “If you keep this a secret, next time we’re alone, I’ll make you feel as good as you felt in the tub today. Deal?”
I release her as Warrick and Callan power up the driveway and park their beasts.
“Deal,” she says with a sexy little smile that makes my cock hard all over again and leaves me wondering if I’ve just made a deal with the devil. But, damn, if I have to piss off my brothers to get some more of Luna’s sweet little pussy, that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of her pleasure, nothing can stop me from going back for more.