Under an Endless Moon: Chapter 36

Bliss. Bliss. Bliss.

It sped through me on a shockwave. Wave after wave of this unfound pleasure that careened through my body. Sparks and fire and flames. So good and perfect I thought I would black out.

Float off into space and disappear forever.

Except my fingers were locked in Otto’s hair and his fingers were still burrowed deep inside me, though he’d slowed, and he barely pumped them in and out as he lessened the intensity of his tongue.

The man was wrenching every last drop of pleasure out of me.

Every molecule in my body shook with the disbelief that this had happened. That he’d touched me again.

Like this.

It was something I’d really wanted to experience. The number of times I’d imagined what it would be like with Otto’s head between my thighs as he ate me into oblivion.

And oblivion it was.

I was gasping when he withdrew, my heart a mangle of love and relief and desperation when he edged back a couple inches so he could peer up at me.

My arousal was smeared all over his face, worry in his eyes and half a smirk on his mouth.

In that moment, he had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Every bulging muscle in his arms and chest flexed in need and restraint, skin slicked in a sheen of sweat, tats dancing and pulsing over his taut, golden flesh.

“Good?” he asked.

I scoffed a disbelieving sound. “I think you know exactly how good it was.”

That smirk widened. “Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

“You want me to tell you that was the best thing I’ve ever felt? You want to hear me say that every time you walk into Moonflower, I imagine you propping me on the counter and doing the same thing? You want to hear that I wear dresses in the hopes that one day you’ll walk in and push it up over my hips and drop to your knees so you can peel me out of my underwear?”

Lust blazed across his face, though he tried to keep it light. “And I thought you only wore them to torture me.”

“Oh, believe me when I tell you that you’re the one who’s been torturing me.” I slowly slipped off the table. He was still on his knees, and for the first time, I was the one who towered over him.

Naked.

There was a tiny part of me that thought I should go for modesty and slip back into my clothes. Maybe cover the scars on my abdomen and hips that were completely exposed.

But no.

Not this time.

I swayed in front of him as I scratched my fingers through the stubble on his cheek.

Otto groaned.

The sound crawled over me like he was gliding his fingers over my flesh. My stomach twisted in a knot of need.

I wasn’t sure how it was possible after what he’d just done to me, but apparently, I would never get enough of him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “A fucking goddess standing over me. You have any idea, Raven, what seein’ you like this does to me?”

“I hope it’s half of what you do to me.”

His chuckle was raw as he reached out and squeezed my bare hip. “Don’t think you have the first clue. The first clue of what I want to do to you.”

I lifted my chin. “Do it.”

He winced. “You know we aren’t going there.”

I slowly eased down onto my knees in front of him. I didn’t care that I was kneeling on hard concrete.

Those blue eyes flared. A battering of waves on an endless sea.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His words were rough, scraping over me and sending another rush of desire coursing through my center.

Over his shorts, I curled my hand around his cock the best that I could.

He was hard.

So hard and big that a tremor rolled my throat.

It’d been dark earlier, and I hadn’t gotten to take him in the way I’d really wanted to. I wanted to see him the way he’d just seen me.

“Raven,” he warned.

My tongue swept across my bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”

A guttural sound of restraint rolled in his chest. “Think it’s best to leave well enough alone, don’t you?”

“Is it?”

“Think you’re playing with fire.”

“I want to stand in it.” I tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Let me taste you.”

That fire blazed.

“Not sure you know what you’re asking for.”

“Show me.” I let a little of the vulnerability seep into my voice. The truth that I didn’t know what I was doing. That I’d never experienced this, and I wanted to experience it with him.

Something shifted in his gaze.

A darkness that flashed through his features. His voice went gruff as he reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over my lips. “You want me to fuck this hot little mouth?”

A hurricane roared in my middle, and I had to shift and press my thighs together to try to staunch some of the ache that lit in my core.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Yes. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to show me what it means when you say you like it rough.”

An earthquake rocked the ground, and his expression ignited in sheer possession.

He slowly climbed to his feet.

A fortress that stood.

A tower that reigned.

Magnificent and terrifying.

So glorious and fierce and rough that another tremble rocked my being. I stared up at him, at the muscles that flexed and bowed, at his cock that pushed at the fabric of his shorts.

He reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb down by my lips before he pushed it inside. Hard and deep.

My belly twisted as I sucked.

It was a precursor.

A warning.

I wasn’t sure.

The only thing I knew was I wanted more. I wanted to see him. Experience him.

Have him.

I edged up enough so I could hook my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. I started to wiggle them down, careful of his wound as I tugged them free and he stepped out of them, though I was basically knocked senseless the second I freed his dick.

Lightheadedness nearly sent me sideways.

Holy fuck.

I had only felt the shape of him last night. Of course, I’d known he was big. I’d known he would be before he’d ever let me touch him. Every part of him was.

But this I was unprepared for.

He was massive, his giant cock bobbing as it strained for the sky.

Thick and obscenely long, the purpled head bulging and dripping at the tip.

My stomach toppled over, and my tongue stroked over my lips as a flash of heat pitched through my bloodstream.

“Careful with the way you’re looking at me.”

Otto’s voice had gone completely different. Different than it’d ever been with me before.

It was cut in steely possession. In a command that rumbled from his throat and sliced from his tongue.

“I can’t look away.”

“You want it?” I knew he meant it as a warning as he fisted himself, stroking all the way down his length and back to the top.

“Yes. I want it. I want it everywhere.”

A groan rolled out of him. “Tryin’ to wreck me. Tryin’ to ruin me in every way.”

I wrapped a shaky hand around the base of his cock and leaned enough that I could lick across the tip.

Otto jolted forward. “Raven, fuck.”

“Like that?” I asked, unsure, but also letting instinct take over. I’d read about this at least a thousand times. I’d have thought I would at least be part pro. I’d even deigned to believe I’d be pretty amazing at it.

But this was different. Experiencing it in this element.

Real and whole and in the flesh. Otto standing over me with barely contained need vibrating through his intimidating body. “You couldn’t do it wrong, Moonflower.”

A twinge of softness filled his gaze, though every other part of him was stone.

This man who I knew would do anything for me. A man who I knew was breaking all his oaths to allow us this.

But it was time.

Time to break free of the chains that had held us trapped.

I just hoped I could get him to see that he could fly with me.

“Show me,” I told him.

Desire licked out of him as he gazed down, eyes hot and his body hotter.

“Show me how you like it,” I begged.

I could feel the flashfire of heat rush through him. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

For a moment, he hesitated, wanting to protect me the way he always had, so I tipped my head up at him and said, “I’m not breakable, Otto. And if I was, I’d want you to be the one to break me.”

“Sweet fuckin’ moonflower.” He pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. “Open.”

His tone filled with a command, and I obliged, parting my lips. He pushed the tip inside.

“Suck it,” he grunted.

I did, sucking his head before I swirled my tongue around it and started licking him the way he’d been licking me.

“Fuck yes, Raven. Now take me deeper.”

My chest buzzed at the feel of him, and a rush of excitement and adrenaline rolled through me as I edged up higher on my knees. I wrapped both hands around his base and drew him deeper into my mouth, flattening my tongue on the underside of him as I went.

My mouth was stretched so wide I finally got a little sense of what pleasured pain might mean.

He fisted a hand in my hair, and the words gritted from between his clenched teeth. “Just like that. Take it deep.”

I drew him in as far as I could, gagging a little because on all things holy, the man was huge, and I literally had no idea what I was doing except for the fact that I wanted to please him the same way as he’d pleased me.

I barely got half of him into my mouth before he hit the back of my throat, and I rumbled a garbled semblance of his name around it.

“Good girl,” he choked. “Such a fucking good girl with my cock stuffed down your throat. Like you were meant to do it.”

I hummed around him, and his fist tightened in my hair. He tipped my face up toward him, those sea-ravaged eyes burning into mine.

“You have any idea what it’s like to have you like this? On your knees with that sweet, dirty mouth wrapped around my cock?”

I couldn’t respond, couldn’t do anything but stare up at him as he slowly began to withdraw before he pushed back in with a slow, measured thrust.

Energy crackled. The connection that had always shimmered between us coming alive. A frisson in the dense, dense air.

He grunted when he hit the back of my throat. “So fuckin’ good. Just like that. Take it like you mean it.”

He did it again, a little harder that time. “My sweet moonflower. You want me to dirty you? Wreck you? Ruin you?”

His tone volleyed between regret and possession.

I nodded in frantic, short jerks, need blistering through me, my skin seared with the flames that consumed.

I wanted it.

I wanted him to wreck me. To wreck me in the very best way.

I squeezed him tighter with my hands, and I was the one to pull back that time, staring up at him as I swirled my tongue around the tip before I plunged back down.

A vicious sound rippled from his chest, and I almost grinned, the way I felt powerful and beautiful right then, driving him toward the chaos I could see whirling through his eyes.

“This mouth. This dangerous fuckin’ mouth and this sweet fuckin’ soul. What am I supposed to do with you?”

I guessed he knew, though, because he started to rock, picking up the rhythm he wanted. A rhythm I matched, using my hands to stroke him as I sucked him deeper with each thrust.

“So good, baby.” He grunted each word as he started to fuck my mouth in long, desperate strokes.

His hips snapped as he jutted forward, and the hard, packed muscles of his stomach flexed as he worked us into a disorder.

It felt like a claiming.

That’s exactly what I wanted it to be.

A claiming.

I wanted him to take me. Own me.

My gaze locked on the moonflower tattoo that bloomed on his left hip. Was it me? Did he feel the same? Or was it a symbol that only promised he would forever look out for me? Protect me like a little sister?

I thought I had my answer the instant I looked up at him. When I saw the searing intensity that blazed from his gaze and erupted from his soul.

I knew it. I knew it.

I just didn’t know if he would ever admit it.

I curled one hand tighter around him as I let the other wander up to the tattoo, and I brushed my fingers over the statement, hoping he could feel the statement of my own.

I love you. I love you.

I always had.

Probably long before I’d really understood what it meant.

An agonized sound rolled through his body, and a second hand dove into my hair, the man lifting me higher by both hands as he surged into my mouth. Guiding me exactly where he wanted me as he muttered, “Moonflower…baby…what have you done to me?”

He pushed himself deeper than he’d gone before, a hand at the back of my head drawing me forward.

I swallowed around him, taking everything I could.

That was all it took, and he shattered.

A roar of pleasure ricocheted through his garage as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth. He poured and poured, grunting and groaning as I sucked him clean, making sure that I eked every last drop of pleasure out of him, too.

He slowed then stilled, and I carefully eased back to stare up at the man who’d always been everything to me.

The one who’d made me feel safe.

The one who’d seen me in a different light than anyone had before.

The one I’d always been willing to sacrifice for. The one I’d do anything for.

My spirit thrashed.

He could never know.

He could never know what I’d done or the lengths I’d gone.

His thumb came to trail along the edge of my mouth. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Raven Tayte. So goddamn perfect. You got me wrecked.”

But he was the one who’d wrecked me long ago.