“Show me, baby. You’re the one in charge here.”
She blinks at me. I know she’s obsessed with the idea of power dynamics and what it means to be powerful.
Once she finds the nerve, she starts moving. Her hands glide down my chest, her hips swishing to the beat of the music flowing through our hotel room. I lick my lips and watch her face. Her eyes are hooded and her lips plush as she keeps eye contact with me exploring the panes of my chest.
With a confidence I love to see from her, she takes off my bowtie and begins unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt.
“Do you want me to dance for you, Ian?”
“I want nothing more.”
“It’s going to cost you,” she says with a smirk.
“Anything,” I say.
“Kiss me,” she says softly. It’s then that I realize I’ve never kissed her. James likes rough hot kisses while we fuck, but other than that, I usually just kiss the side of his head. I’m such a fucking idiot.
With one hand at the base of her skull, her soft hair gently wisps against my knuckles as I bring her face down to mine. I use the other hand to lightly grip her throat, my thumb dragging down her bottom lip to caress her chin.
I lean forward, taking her lips against mine. Her hands squeeze my shoulders as our lips meet. It starts off soft and gentle, just the press of our lips together. Until she sighs against my mouth and I can’t control myself. I grip her closer to me, possessing the kiss and putting every ounce of need and devotion into her mouth.
My hand leaves the back of her head to grab the back of her thighs, pulling her closer to me, her thigh pressed against my cock.
The need to rip her panties off and smell just how strong her scent is at this moment is everything. But this is Luna’s show, me submitting to what she wants from me.
Her tongue explores my mouth, and her fingers slightly tug on my hair, eliciting a slight groan from me. She tastes so fucking sweet, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I groan as our lips part and she looks at me. The low bass of the music is the only noise in the room, but the only thing I can focus on is her swollen lips and the flush on her cheeks.
“Sit back,” she tells me. I adjust my cock and let her take the reins.
Chapter 17
Luna
Iswallowthickly.Thetaste of Ian is something I thought I would never experience. The kiss was something out of a fairytale. I felt how much he wanted me, and the way he is letting me dictate how tonight is going is everything. He sits back in the chair, looking like a king with disheveled hair. He removes his suit jacket, throwing the expensive garment on the floor as he watches me with dark eyes.
I think back to Lavender Moon, how it’s Ian’s club, how powerful I felt on stage. How I never took it further. But right now, in the privacy of this suite and with it being Ian, I want to do what I wasn’t brave enough to do at the club.
The music changes to something slow and sexy. and I start to dance. Not touching Ian at first, just how I would at the club. Enticing him, showing how my body moves. I swing my hips and lightly drag the tips of my fingers to accentuate the length of my neck, the curve of my breasts, and the dip to my hips.
Ian watches with his hands gripping his thick and muscular thighs. I take a few steps, the clicking of my heels like a warning for what’s to come. I know what tonight means, that I’m going to lose my virginity to my stepbrother, and I can’t help but feel okay with the revelation. Ian doesn’t have to know. I need him; he’s all I’ve ever wanted, him and his pack that I’m learning to care for every day.
I’m back in my first position, standing between his waiting legs. He’s at eye level with me when he’s sitting and I’m standing. I take a deep breath. My hands explore his neck and the exposed part of his chest that has a delicious splattering of dark hair. His hands come to grip my hips, and Itskat him.
“No touching,” I whisper as confidently as I can in his ear. He swallows but listens. He puts his hands on the outside of his thighs as I spin, placing my hands on his legs and leaning my back against his chest.
He exhales audibly as I touch him, my ass grinding against his already hard cock. The rich material of his pants feels smooth against my hands as I hold onto his muscular thighs to dance. My back is pressed against his chest, my breath is getting heavy, and I can feel how wet I’m getting, and he isn’t even the one touching me.
“Give me the perfume, baby. I need to smell you,” he says against my neck. I shimmy my gold dress up over my thighs, the glimmer of gold bunching up against my waist.
“Take them off,” I tell him. He swallows, and a low rumble in his chest shakes me slightly. His thumbs tuck inside of the elastic of the panties before he bunches the material and slides it down my legs. I kick them off over my heels, and I hear him moan behind me.
My perfume is thick in the space, and when I look down, his knuckles are nearly white as he holds his fists to his sides.
I spin around, standing up but keeping my dress bunched up. Ian immediately looks down at my pussy. My cheeks heat. When he’s looking at me, some of my confidence dips just because he’s so intimidating. But I do as planned, straddling his thigh. My full intention being to stain his expensive pants with my slick.
My hands continue touching his chest as I grind on his thigh, the luxurious fabric rubbing against my clit perfectly.
“That’s it, fucking use me,” Ian says, and the moan that escapes me is feral as I continue rubbing against his thigh. “Maybe after you’re done, I can go downstairs and show Keith and Darcy how my sweet, little stepsister came all over my pants, and I didn’t even touch her.”
