“An order, Daddy. One you’re going to follow, or I’ll stop right now.” He teased the head of my cock with a slow, tantalizing lick around it. “Is that a problem?”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard, my knuckles started to turn white. “No. Whatever my filthy little slut wants, my filthy little slut gets. As long as he’s being good and appreciative.”
“Oh, I’m very appreciative, Daddy.Veryappreciative.”
His mouth was so warm and tight, his cheeks hollowing to take me all the way in. I groaned, leaning back in the chair. I wanted to touch him. See him. Watch his eyes as he looked up at me, see his lips stretched so prettily around my cock.
But just as I had a hold on him, he had a hold on me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I struggled to keep my hips under control as Moon palmed my balls in one hand and set a medium pace, taking my length as far as he could into his mouth and stroking what he couldn’t with his free hand. It felt like I’d bypassed the gates of heaven entirely and entered a brand new, much more serene place somewhere in the cosmos where nothing but pleasure existed.
The only thing I could think to do was ramble senseless praise to deter my hands or eyes from wandering. “God fucking damn, brat. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for Daddy, huh?”
It seemed to spur him on, taking me deeper, pushing me down his throat until I could feel his nose in my pubes. My breathing echoed over the ringing in my ears, drowning it out. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, making sure to keep my hands on the table. I held the wood beneath them, begging it to keep me steady—to keep me from falling even fucking more for the man on his knees for me than I already was.
My feelings were too much, too fast. The only thing I cared about was Moon. Moon. Moon. Nothing else mattered in the grand scheme of things, a vision of him always front and center. At any given moment, I was thinking of him.
When Moon and I collided, it felt as if a new star was born. A new planet, a new universe, an entirely brand-new kind of space. I barely understood it. All I knew was that Moon gave me satisfaction and fulfillment in my life I’d been craving for far longer than I’d ever realized.
A tightening started in my core, making me gasp. I could feel it. I was close. So fucking close to feeling something new and powerful. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come. That’s it, brat, keep going.”
Bright, all-encompassing lights surrounded my vision just as my hips flexed, and my stomach tightened all the way, my breathing pausing altogether. When I came, it was down Moon’s throat as he kept his lips wrapped around me, swallowing every fucking drop. And he didn’t stop there—no, he waited until I was shivering and damn near ready to pull him off before he finally let go.
I sat, panting to catch my breath, as he crawled from beneath the table. His lips were so red, so glossy, and so puffy. Irresistible. “Come here.”
“Did I do good, Daddy?” he asked with a smug smirk.
I pulled him closer to me, planting a kiss on the same lips that’d just sucked the soul out of me. “You did very good, brat. You were a very, very good boy.”
The smile he gave me was the only thing I’d ever need to keep going in life. That, I was sure of. Though his eyes still held a depth to them, I’d finally been able to appreciate how they looked with a little bit of light in them. Moon was everything I never knew I needed, and I swore to always protect that soul of his I’d come to adore so very much.
The sun had completely fallen,leaving only Moon’s namesake in the sky. Its soft, gentle light filtered through the window, pouring a sparkling glow over Moon’s skin. He looked beautiful lying like this—sideways, facing me, staring right at me with that newfound bright glint in his eyes. When he looked at me, he seemed to light up. All I’d known was the darkness within them, yet now all I could see was…adoration?
Whatever it was, it mirrored my own, and it was gorgeous.
I didn’t have my arms around him just yet. I wanted to look at him. I wanted to watch his lashes come down across the tops of his cheeks as he blinked, somewhat envious of the flesh there.
Looking at him, taking in every dip and blemish on his face, I realized it. I realized I wanted more than what we had. At forty-three years old, and having already been divorced once, if I had a one-night stand with a woman, I didn’t tend to go back to her again. There was never a reason. I’d never had a connection with any of them worth bringing back up.
With Moon, I never wanted to leave. If all we had were sex and friendship, I couldn’t stand the idea of that being enough. It wasn’t enough. We fit, he and I. We just fit somehow, in this weird, scary, fucked-up world we called home. When I was with him, I never felt lonely, and it was easier to ignore the ringing in my ears because it didn’t seem to get louder with anxiety.
I belonged with him, and deep down, I believed he belonged with me. Which was odd, because I never thought I’d feel in place where I’d felt out of place for so long.
Brushing a hand over the side of his face, I whispered. “Moon?”
He was already looking at me, but I could see his focus shift entirely. I saw the moment his brows gently raised. “Yeah, Em?”
“Are we dating?”
There was a pause, his lips slightly parting and closing back together over and over. “Do you want to be?”
“It sounds so weird, doesn’t it? To be dating at my age.”
“I don’t think it sounds weird, no. Isn’t that the first step to…” He looked down, his eyelids covering the view I’d been studying for over an hour now. “I don’t know, love? I guess.”
“Do you think you could love me one day?”
The barest hint of a smile curved along his lips. “You are a very lovable person, Emerson Blake.”
