Lunar Crest University (Forbidden Fruit)

Chapter Thirty-Three

LUCA

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 14TH, 2023

I don’t think I’ve ever cried over anything before.

I’m not usually a sad person. I resort to anger because there are so many different ways to take your anger out until you feel better. With sadness, it lingers. It makes your chest hurt and flutter and all that stupid shit I don’t like. But seeing how destroyed Finley was last night as she yelled at me to get out of the room, I was fucking sad.

I still see it in her eyes as she looks down at me, but now, it’s mixed with anger. She’s hurt and she’s mad at me, which she has every right to be.

After seeing her interact with my family all night, I couldn’t keep it in anymore. The guilt was eating away at me so badly, I felt nauseous. Seeing her with them, I realized that maybe, I was capable of feeling. I don’t know what it means—I’ve never felt like this about anyone in my entire life. All I know is that she doesn’t deserve for me to keep the truth from her anymore. She needs to know, even though I know there’s a chance of her leaving when she finds out—or running away screaming.

I won’t be surprised either way.

But I freaked. I saw the detachment as she looked at me this morning, the wariness as I came closer to her every time, and it fucking killed me.

I don’t want her to leave.

I realize that now. I should’ve realized it sooner, but I’m a fucking idiot.

Now, I’m down on my knees in front of her, begging for her in any way I can get her. She’s in tears as she gapes down at me, her fingers threaded in my curls, but I see the flush to her cheeks, and I feel the way her thighs keep pressing together at my touch.

I know her body. It’s mine.

“Take off my pants.”

Her words are like music to my ears.

I don’t hesitate to do as she says, tugging her jeans down to her ankles as I stare up at her unwaveringly. She steps out of them, using her grip on my hair as leverage, before she lets go of me. There’s a conflicted expression on her face, and I can see how hard this is for her, how hard I’ve made this for her. Leaning forward tentatively, I press a small kiss on her waist, on her hip, then her thigh in hopes of conveying how sorry I am.

I’m not good with words.

“And my sweater,” she orders.

I’m on my feet in a second, grasping the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head in a flash. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and my cock hardens when I find she’s not wearing a bra. Her pebbled nipples beckon me to take them in my mouth, but judging the serious look on her face, I stay still. We’re doing this her way.

Finley stands here in her cute little red fucking panties, and I have to clench my fists to keep from touching her.

“Stand here.” She points to a spot in front of the bed as she glances up at me expectantly. There’s a coldness there, and as much as that bothers me, I oblige. “I want you to watch me, but you can’t touch yourself.”

Holy shit .

Crawling onto the bed, she looks at me over her shoulder, batting her lashes as she lays in the center of the pillows. She brings her knees up slightly as she peers at me down at the edge of the bed, and I’m about to pop a blood vessel from clenching my jaw so hard. Her legs fall open, and she doesn’t waste any time as she reaches down to rub her clit over the fabric of her panties.

“Take off your clothes,” she moans, pressing her head back into the pillows as she touches herself.

Reaching back to grip a fistful of my shirt, I pull it over my head in mere seconds before unbuckling my belt to slide my slacks down and kick them off too. My heart is thrashing in my chest at the anticipation of what’s to come, at the fucking sight of her.

Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she peels them from her hips, and I finally see that perfect cunt. It glistens in the morning light, and I feel my mouth watering. She looks so beautiful with her legs spread wide, sliding her fingers through her wet slit as she bites down harshly on her bottom lip.

“ All of your clothes.”

My boxers join the rest of my clothes on the floor. Her green eyes trail down my body, stopping at my hard cock that’s on full display for her. She dips a finger into her pussy as she watches the way I twitch in response to her touching herself, a loud moan fumbling through her lips. I’ve never been so jealous in my life.

I want to be between those legs so fucking bad.

“Talk to me,” she begs, circling her clit. “Make it filthy. Make me come.”

Ah, fuck me. This girl.

I’ve never come from just watching someone, listening to them, but with the way the precum pools at the tip of my cock, I might tonight.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Finley,” I tell her, and my voice is strained. I want to palm my cock, something, anything . “My cock is aching for you. Aching for that pretty cunt.”

Her back arches against the bed as she finger fucks herself faster, and her chest heaves with every gasp, every moan. She brings her other hand up as she bites down hard on her knuckle, her eyes flashing open as she looks down at my cock again.

“Two fingers, baby,” I encourage, my mouth agape as I watch her add another finger and buck against her hand. “You can take it. That’s it. Just like that.”

She whimpers at that.

“I think you can take a third. Don’t you?”

Finley looks up at me with a heavy-lidded gaze, her eyebrows knitting before she nods feebly. Shoving another finger inside, she groans softly as she meets her hand in needy thrusts. The veins in my neck are ready to burst as I watch her, my hands clenched into fists by my side.

“Come here,” she pleads breathlessly. “Sit next to me.”

She pats the spot on the bed next to her, and I round the mattress as I tug my lip between my teeth. When I sit down, she turns her head toward me, and her eyes find my erection again. Her lips part as she observes my swollen cock with a lusty gaze.

“Kiss me here,” she instructs, cupping one of her perfect tits in her hand. “And use your tongue.”

I fucking love this.

Leaning over her, I close my lips around her nipple, and she jolts underneath me. Breathy pants leave her mouth as she fucks her hand, staring down at me as I swirl my tongue against her hardened peak. The bucking of her hips becomes unsteady, and I know she’s about to come undone. Grazing my teeth along her nipple, she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. Her entire body twitches and shakes as she comes, and I suckle at her tit until she’s writhing.

I take a chance and kiss across her chest, peppering kisses up to her collarbone as she comes down from her high, but her hands grip my shoulders as she shoves me away.

“Lay down.”

Falling next to her on the bed, I watch as she sits up, getting on her hands and knees as she crawls over top of me. My forehead pricks with sweat as she trails a finger down my chest, and my dick twitches as she travels down to my waist. Out of instinct, my hand goes up to brush her hair behind her shoulder, but she swats it away.

“No touching.” She straddles my waist, and a growl leaves my lips as she sits on my cock. I want to grip her thighs, but I fist the sheets instead as I grit my teeth.

She’s killing me. It’s a slow, torturous death.

And then, she starts rocking her hips into me slowly, rubbing her wet cunt up and down my length, coating it as she places her hands on my chest. I can’t help but let my eyes roll back as she grinds on me. This might be the fastest I’ll ever come in my entire life.

“Finley, please,” I rasp. “I want to touch you.”

Her slow pace is agonizing, and the sting of her nails digging into my skin only turns me on even more. Holy fuck.

She tilts her head down at me. “Only good boys get to touch.”

“I’m a good boy.”

An exasperated whine leaves my lips as she lifts her body off me, and the high I was riding fades away as she looks down at me. She stares at me for a moment as I pant, and then her hand finds my cock, stroking it at the same excruciatingly slow pace. Her arousal acts as a lubricant, and my hips jerk as she grips me tighter toward the head each time she moves up.

My balls tighten again, and just as my skin pricks with goosebumps, she’s gone.

Fuuuck.

“Please, Princesa .” I should be fucking embarrassed that my voice came out as a whimper, but I need fucking release like I need air. “I can’t?—”

“You want to come?” she interrupts.

“Yes.”

Positioning herself between my legs, I practically choke as she leans down and licks a long stripe up my cock. The view… Fuck , the view. Her plump ass in the air, her eyes peering up at me through those dark lashes—I’m a dead man.

“Do you deserve to come?”

I whine shakily as she takes me in her mouth.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you come,” she continues, popping me out of her mouth and giving me a few fast strokes.

“ Porque estoy loco por ti, mi amor .”

Finley straightens, and I want to whimper again at the loss of contact. She drops my cock, and it smacks against my stomach, red and wanting. She cocks her head as she glares down at me, and goddamn, it’s the hottest look I’ve ever seen.

“What does that mean?”

I’m panting like a fucking madman. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you said. Thought you were a good boy?” she taunts, raising a brow.

I smile through my panting, and it makes her angrier. Her tiny nostrils flare as she narrows her eyes at me. She’s fucking sexy when she’s mad at me; it only makes me grin even wider. “Because I’m crazy about you, my love.”

Her face falls, her chest rising and falling heavily before she slides off the bed completely. Wrapping herself in a blanket draped over the end of the bed, she looks at me over her shoulder and swallows thickly. She looks gorgeous with her hair in a mess and her cheeks flushed like this. I want her to come back to bed so I can worship her the way she deserves.

“You can see yourself out.”

My jaw drops faintly. “Finley?—”

“I’m going to take a shower,” she cuts me off firmly. “I don’t want you to be here when I come back out.”

My punishment. This is my punishment.

My gut twists as I watch her waltz into the bathroom and slam the door behind her without another word. I drop my head back into the pillows with a sigh, my hand resting on my stomach as I stare up at the ceiling. The shower water turns on in the other room, and as much as I want to bust the fucking door down and kiss her senseless, I remain still.

Fuck.