“Oh, not nearly. But we are ready to head home.”
Luna bit her lip to keep in the foul words that threatened at Davis’s innuendo. Sorensen was too professional to comment, but Luna’s face burned.
The car ride was nearly silent, but it was comfortable. Davis ran his fingers up and down Luna’s leg while she rested her head on his shoulder. Her nerves had found her, but tried hard not to let them get the best of her. Regardless, she promised herself to tell him how she felt instead of hiding.
The walk into the fancy building with rarified air almost made her choke. This was the world she nearly feared, because it meant he had things to lose far greater than she did. It reminded her of all they stood to lose.
She realized she trembled as the elevator doors closed behind them. Davis immediately turned to her.
“What is it?”
His voice remained gentle, but she trembled again anyway. “I can’t help but remember our differences when we’re here.”
“Why does it bother you so much?” He tilted her chin up with his fingertips. “It has never affected the way we feel.”
“Easy for you to say.” She didn’t want to have to look directly into his eyes, but he left her no choice. “It’s because of the things your parents want for you that don’t include me.”
“And what do they want for me?” His eyes moved back and forth between hers, searching for answers.
“Someone not looking to benefit from your money.”
“Ah, then we’re all in luck. I know that’s not what you want.” He smiled softly as though that solved everything.
It wasn’t the time to get into it, she knew. “I don’t want to focus on that right now, anyway. It’s just something that’s on my mind more often than I’d like it to be.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep your mind occupied with other endeavors.”
That sounded like something she could get behind.
They arrived on his floor and the doors slid open without a sound. The carpet was so plush that her heels sank into it and twisted just a little as she walked. The walls were a dull gold paint with a chair rail spanning the hall on either side. Tables that shined with the deep glow of wax were scattered between the doors, which were few and far between. Davis was one of three others on the level very near the top. He hadn’t wanted a penthouse all to himself, though he certainly could have afforded it. Luna had been there twice since graduation, and she held a love/hate relationship for the place.
It was opulent, a constant reminder of his wealth and the words his mother had spoken. It was also comfortable, masculine, and all Davis. She enjoyed seeing him in his element as much as she despised it. He opened the door of the last unit on the end and let her precede him inside. The drapes were still open from the day, and the city and all its glowing lights spread out beneath and before them.
She walked straight to the bank of windows as she had the previous two times. She loved his view. Loved it even more when he came up behind her and pushed her hair off her neck to kiss her there. They were reflected in the glass in front of them; he was tall and dark, and she was slightly shorter and fiery red. She could almost see the hunger in his reflected eyes, could feel it press up against her ass. He pulled her shirt off and kissed her spine, eliciting a shudder as goosebumps erupted across her skin.
“You’ll come back tomorrow night and stay the weekend?” he asked as he peppered her shoulders and the nape of her neck with kisses.
Her nipples tightened to the point they were almost in pain. “Y-yes.” She would probably agree to anything right then.
He sucked on a spot behind her ear and she gasped. “Good. I want you so much I can’t contain it, love.”
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” she whispered.
He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “I know, but don’t worry about it anymore.”
Instead of answering, she worked on unbuttoning his shirt. She wanted him naked. She had the privilege of a second first time of undressing him completely. She could hardly remember what it’d been like the first time, something that would have shamed her if it had been anyone else. With Davis, she was just glad the alcohol had given her the courage to be with him in the first place.
She tugged off his shirt and tossed it near hers, then moved on to his belt. His button and zipper were next, and she let him remove his shoes and socks and pull his pants off. He stood in his boxer briefs and she caught herself before she drooled. Davis enjoyed playing sports, one of the things she loved about him, and it showed in his physique. She’d seen him shirtless a time or two a few years ago, but somewhere along the way he’d stopped taking them off in front of her. She saw the change in him, the maturing of long lines and sculpting of muscles.
The bulge couldn’t be denied. Luna wanted to touch him more than anything, so she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached out. The guttural sound Davis made told her she’d found the right track. She stroked over his underwear and watched as his cock twitched in response. She worried that she would be terrible at giving head, but she was going to do it, anyway.
He tangled his hand in her hair when she pulled his waistband out from his skin and drew his underwear down. She swallowed the saliva that suddenly pooled in her mouth and leaned forward. He gasped as she ran her tongue over the head, finding him salty and smooth. Luna experimented with her strokes, moving her hands around to cup his balls and rotate them in her palm. She hovered over his cock and finally sank down, almost gagging when she went too far. He pulled her back up with his hand in her hair until she could be sure she wouldn’t embarrass herself.
She found a rhythm as long as she kept it shallow. By the sounds he made, she didn’t think he minded. After a while, Davis pushed her away, and she released him with disappointment. Maybe she hadn’t done it right.
But he urged her to stand and then he kissed her. When she was in high school, the boys talked about getting girls to suck them off, and they were always very crude about it. They expected to be finished off and for the girl to swallow, and they sure as hell didn’t kiss them after they were done. But Davis held her tight to his chest and kissed her thoroughly, his tongue in her mouth and his palms on her ass.
“I have a bed,” he muttered. “Let’s use it.”
She nearly laughed, except she wanted that, too. “Okay.”
Luna walked toward his bedroom, feeling Davis close behind her. She made it as far as the bed before he was on her, tugging her skirt off and bending her over the end of the bed. His hands covered her ass momentarily until his tongue found her sensitive flesh. He ran it up the base of her spine to the nape of her neck and bit her shoulder. He disappeared for a second, Luna assumed to get another condom, and then he was there again. His body surrounded hers, inside and out. All she felt was Davis.
She wouldn’t be able to give him up now. She’d cemented their relationship by admitting she loved him the same way he loved her. She’d promised him to try, to let him have her. She’d promised herself she would talk to him when she had fears. She didn’t even know how much she’d screwed them both over with the simple act of accepting they were meant for each other.
