No Saint (Wild Men 6)

Her cheeks turn a deep crimson. “Maybe I have.”

A growl rises in my throat, startling me. “Whose dick?” I’d been kidding, but now I’m freaking jealous of any guy she’s been with.

Oh God, I’m so fucked.

And she’s still holding my dick.

That laugh again. “Why would you think I have been with anyone? At school you made sure I knew I was too ugly and stupid to ever get a guy.”

“I was the stupid one,” I mutter, and it’s God’s honest truth. “I bet men line up to be with you. You’re so fucking pretty.”

She looks away. I wonder if she thinks I’m fucking with her. Hard to believe a guy’s compliments when he’s obviously hoping you’ll give him a little handjob.

Hell, I’d settle for some more toying and stroking, if that’s what she wants to give me. My dick and me would be so happy, even if I meant every word I just said to her.

She doesn’t comment, though, and she lifts her head. I don’t know what else to say to keep her here, handjob or not. I’ve told her stories, told her things I shouldn’t have, at least that’s what my fuzzy memory tells me, and she’ll probably just go like she’s been threatening to do since she arrived.

But instead she curls her fingers around my cock and squeezes, almost giving me a heart attack. Fuck, I’d die happy if she did it again.

“Interesting,” she says, and she sounds a little breathless.

“Whazzat?” I can’t formulate words. Her hand drags up the length of my hard-on, pulling on the skin, on the barbells, and it’s all I can do not to close my hand over hers and jack off hard and fast.

“Why did you get these?” As if to explain, she flicks one barbell end with her thumb and I groan, pleasure rocking me, lights going off behind my eyelids.

“To feel,” I manage. “Couldn’t feel anything. Thought to try. Oh fuck...”

There had been no sensation for a long time. I couldn’t feel anything inside or out, in my body or in my fucking soul, empty, hollow. So numb, it was as if something was broken. I was broken, fucking cracked in two. Missing some vital piece that keeps a person ticking, moving, hoping.

Now I kinda wonder what would have happened if she’d touched me before I put the metal in my dick. I bet I’d have felt things. Since she came back, I feel way too fucking much, I find myself wishing for stuff. Sometimes I believe I could even have those things, and fool myself for a while. And now...

Her mouth closes around the head of my cock and the world fades away. It goes dark—or maybe my eyes are closing, and I force them open so I can watch her, my hand finding its way to her head, tangling in those crazy, bouncy curls, tugging them back so I can see her put her mouth on me.

Damn. For a girl who says she’s never seen a naked dick before, whose cheeks go red when she says “dick”, she seems entranced with mine. She licks at it, squeezes it, plays some more with the piercings, and generally drives me insane with need.

Then she takes the head into her mouth again, and just when I think I’ll die from the heat and pressure, she swallows me deeper and sucks on my cock, hollowing her cheeks and snapping the last thread of my control.

I rock up into her mouth, swearing, not even knowing what the hell I’m saying, afraid I’ll hurt her but needing to fucking come.

“Luna,” I grunt, “holy shit...”

It starts, the pressure uncoiling so fast it jerks my whole body, the pleasure so sharp it blows my already reeling mind. My head knocks back against the wall, the pain lost in the waves of release. I’m vaguely aware that she pulls away, her hand still on my cock, and I shoot all over my T-shirt, stripes and stripes of cum, white against the black cotton.

Jeez. Can’t remember the last time I came so hard, the last time it was so good that I’d want to pull a girl into my arms and hold her afterward. Never happened before, but now I want to and I just... I can’t catch my fucking breath.

I reach for her...

... but she pulls away, out of my reach, and I’m falling into gray.

Chapter Seventeen

Luna

“Ross?” Oh crap, what did I do? He’s slumped against the wall and looks barely conscious, cheekbones flushed but underneath it white as a ghost. “Don’t scare me. You okay?”

It takes him such a long moment to reply, my fears redouble and I’m starting to panic.

“Just an orgasm,” he mutters, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Good one, though.”