Cocky Secrets (Cocker Brothers #29)

32. Luna

THIRTY-TWO

Luna

H e jumps off the bed and lands with a thud on the aged carpet.

A second later I feel his hands softly touch my elbows as he whispers, “Hey, I’m sorry…I didn’t know.”

I was having fun and now it’s ended with the reminder of where I come from and what I’ve lived through. The little girl in me wants to lean into his strength. It’s a foreign desire. I’ve never turned to men for comfort. They are always the enemy.

But his voice. It’s so…compassionate. I never hear that tone. Especially not in my own head.

Before I know what I’m doing, I let him wrap his arms around me. He rests his forehead on the back of my head.

A scared little girl inside me whispers, ‘Can we stay like this forever?’

And because I don’t understand these feelings at all, I turn around to look into his eyes, searching them and wondering where my voice has gone.

Grey Eyes stares into me like he can handle this.

Are these tears tugging inside of me? I haven’t cried in years!

Over a throat dryer than I’ve ever had, I rasp, “I don’t need to be held.”

He nods and murmurs, “No, you’re too strong for that.”

“That’s right,” I whisper, barely able to talk.

“C’mere.” He pulls me in against his strength and hugs me so hard it almost hurts. “I don’t know what happened to you, Sunshine,” he whispers against my hair, “but I’m sorry it did. I wish I could make it go away.”

Oh God. Why’d that stab me in the heart so deeply? Fuck. I can’t…I just can’t…hold back.

I rise on my tiptoes. Sensing what I need, he leans down to meet me, staring into my eyes for a split second before devouring me in a kiss. His jaw unlocks and Grey Eyes turns me into his clay, molding my lips with his, seeking out my tongue and teasing it until I can’t help but moan. There’s so much pain in the sound. I heard it, and it only deepens my agony.

“Sunshine…” he murmurs against open, waiting lips. We lock eyes as he asks me silent questions, his eyelids heavy with hunger.

He lifts me up by my thighs and wraps my trembling legs around his body right here where he stands. As we eat each other alive he rushes us to the nearest wall and throws us against it, groaning as his hot bulge pushes into the crotch of my jeans. I can’t get enough of these kisses. He’s so good at them.

“ Fuck, ” he growls into my mouth.

“Uh huh,” I moan, opening moist lips even more to invite his skilled tongue to claim mine again.

I need to taste him.

I need to be tasted.

I need this.

As our lips lock once more, tongues lashing and teasing, my stomach clenches. Heat rushes through me. He grinds his need into mine. Thick fingers yank my shirt off, snapping my bra and throwing it aside while he groans at my naked, full breasts.

Being stared at like this is distracting and I feel the pain drift in again, but the sexy bastard grinds his angry bulge against me really hard and makes me forget anything except for how much I need his cock inside me. NOW.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of you, Sunshine,” he growls, devouring my mounds with hot kisses, kneading my ass with strong hands. “Are you ready for this?”

I moan, “Uh huh…” as I watch him chewing on me, turning my nipples into tight pebbles until I’m gasping and starving to feel all of his length. He groans deep and gutturally when I whisper, “That feels so goooooood.”

“Let’s do this, baby,” We propel off the wall and careen to the bed where we fall like a chopped down tree, caving the mattress with his weight on mine. I’m crushed beneath his muscles. It’s perfect. It’s heaven. As I’m panting and holding my breasts, he yanks off our pants, watching what I’m doing, how much touching myself in front of him is turning me on.

“Holy fuck, whoever you are, you’re gorgeous.”

His boxer briefs are obscene, the tent massive.

I can’t wait to feel that cock tear into me.

It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. And I’ve never in my whole life been kissed the way this man just kissed me.

“Come on!!!” I moan, writhing on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”

He steps back and runs both hands through his hair like he can’t believe this is happening. His deep rasp sends shivers into my blood as he growls, “I’m done waiting.” He dives onto me, pulling me up to devour me. I melt in his arms and respond unashamedly.

“Show me,” I whisper as my pussy clenches, so excited about what she’s about to receive.

Shoving his hand down he produces a cock so enormous it makes my back arch, the response instinctual and instantaneous.

He’s hung like crazy.

Wide girth.

Terrifying length.

And there’s that tattoo I spied.

Tear ‘em Down To Stand ‘em Up.

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

He glances down for a split second like he has no idea what I’m talking about, and then locks on me again. “Our code.”

Grey Eyes crawls onto me panther-style, and lifts me up by my ass without hesitation, burying his face in my pussy until I am screaming, “HOLY FUCK! OH MY GOD!” He’s licking me, using his fingers, flicking my clit like a pro. All of it is crushing me into dust.

He rumbles into my sopping wet pussy, “Cum on my tongue, baby girl. Cum for me.” I cry out as he starts pumping those fingers in such a way that I lose my fucking mind. “That’s it,” he growls. “Cum for me just like this. Yeah, I can feel you cumming now. Ooooh yeah.”

Rising up, he kisses his way up my body, cupping my cunt and rubbing it with skill to stretch the orgasm out. “How the fuck do you know how to do that?” I rasp, arching my back as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. “GOD!!!!”

“You like that?” he smirks.

“DO I LIKE IT?!!”

Grey Eyes chuckles low and dirty. Gripping both my thighs with confidence, he touches the tip of his cock to my dripping opening. It’s half my juices and half his saliva.

“I’m safe,” he rasps.

At first I don't know what he means. Then I get it. “Me too. Totally clean.”

He kisses me deeply. Suddenly my fingers are laced with his and strung above my head as he begins to enter me, pushing his cock in slowly inch by inch, savoring it as our tongues beat a steady rhythm. “Fuck!” he growls into my mouth as he finishes the distance, thrusting in as deeply as he can get. His fingers are strangling mine, his teeth gnawing their way down my neck as he snarls into my ear, “You’re so wet, Sunshine. You feel how slippery this entry was?”

I gasp as he starts to move.

“Harder,” I whisper.

“With me, you get what you ask for,” he snarls right before he starts pounding the strength of his whole body into and against mine. Letting go of my hands he claws my legs and manipulates my hips to his satisfaction, drinking in my desperate moans until he yells out, grimacing as he holds back his climax. “We’re gonna make this last.”

I’m taffy in one of those machines. He moves me like I weigh nothing. His cock is so delicious and so fucking hard I can’t believe we weren’t doing this right on that table at breakfast and every moment since.

He expertly sits us up, puncturing my wet cave again and again as I writhe on top of him and grab a fistful of his hair. “Harder!”

The beast rasps, “YES,” right before he chews on my tongue and proceeds to pummel me with jarring beats and without tenderness.

Everything snaps. We are not in control anymore. It’s primal and hot as hell. He groans as I bend his head back and kiss him as roughly as he’s fucking me right now.

Suddenly we’re on the floor. I’m on top and he’s pawing my breasts skillfully. I’m riding him without shame as I reach down and grab him by his jaw to demand, “Why does this feel so fucking good?!”

He grins, reaching down and holding his thumb on my clit as I ride his length. Within seconds I’m crying out, cumming again, dripping down his balls. I know because I’m grabbing them and making him yelp.

“You like that?”

“I shouldn’t, but I do,” he moans, flipping me over and ramming into me with everything he’s got. Whimpering and sore, I begin to shake and tremble. “That’s right, Sunshine, cum for me again, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, you feel so good I want to join you. But you’re not getting off that easy.”

“Shit!” I moan, covering my face with my hands as tears slide down. This release has me, and it’s everywhere. He sees my tears, dives down to kiss me and I respond like I’ve never been kissed – rasping his name into his lips until he growls and lifts me off the ground.

We’re in the bathroom when the fifth one hits me. He’s behind me, and we’re both watching us fuck in the mirror.

Lips raw.

Skin Flushed.

Sweat dripping.

I twist my torso for a kiss. Rubbing my breast he latches his mouth onto mine and draws out the hot, tingling burn of multiple contractions with slow sure strokes, knowing how sensitive I am now. As I cum, he growls into my lips, which just drives me further into the pleasure. As soon as I’m boneless, he buries his face in my neck and lifts me up.

In a flash, I’m bent over the only chair in the motel room, a fake leather thing that matches nothing. “Jett…” I moan over and over as he massages my ass and slowly rides me from behind. His cock is amazing. It feels so good filling me up to completion like this. I cry out, “No fucking way!” as I feel the tremble threaten me one more time. I want to feel him cum. I don’t want to be the only one. I squeeze the muscles inside my cunt and try to hold it back. With my hair matted with sweat to my cheek, I look over my shoulders and lock eyes with him to shout, “Cum inside me you fucker or I’ll slap the shit out of you when this is done!”

He starts laughing, pulls out of me, literally throws me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed. I yelp as he dives into me, yanking my hands above my head. Our fingers lace and he moves my thighs open wider, plunging deeply into me. Pulling back from kissing me, his eyes change, something clicks in them. He’s looking at me in an intimate way. To someone like me, this is very unnerving. I can’t escape his seeing me.

Like, really seeing me.

My chest twists and I look to the side, locking onto the closed curtains instead.

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t!” I whisper.

“Look at me!”

“No, I can’t. It’s too much!”

“LOOK. AT. ME.” He stops moving and loosens his hold on my hands.

Desperate for it not to end like this, I meet his eyes. My whole body is shaking. I know I must look strange, this terrified of being vulnerable.

Fucking is one thing.

Him making it intimate is another.

He kisses me softly. “Just take the wall down for this one night, Sunshine. Just let the fucker go and enjoy this.”

“I don’t know how!” I close my eyes and feel his lips touch mine.

He murmurs against them, “Let me show you.”

Opening my eyes he gives me this look like I can trust him. Everything I know about men says I can’t. But this guy…I nod very slowly and those hips start to fuck me again. We’re locked in a visual embrace. Our fingers weave tightly together and he begins to move faster. My head falls back and I gaze and whisper, “Oh God,” as tears gather in my eyes.

He nods like it’s okay, then kisses me deeply, filling me up the whole time. I feel his cock swell and know this is the moment. He pulls back, gritting his teeth as he stares into my eyes. A deep moan escapes me, one that goes on as he explodes and roars so loudly I know his friends can hear. My body unleashes under his and I cum just as hard as he does. It is unabashed delirium.

He collapses onto my lips, moaning into them as he grinds everything he has to give into my sore little cunt. “Fuck, Sunshine, holy dammit, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!”

I whimper in his arms and kiss his hair as he slumps onto me, slippery with sweat.

In the quiet that follows, I feel peace, crushed beneath him and staring lazily at the ceiling, thinking of him, this and us. Soon I hear the steady breathing of his dozing and I smile, lightly petting his head with my short nails.

My eyes fall on the gun he set on the nightstand, and my smile slowly disappears.