Moony
Latenight by Leyla Blue
Even with someone cursing very close to my ear, I couldn’t care enough to look. Not now when his thick hard cock was pushing into me, slamming against my clit, resurrecting the need to be filled and stuffed even though I already was. My mouth watered and as I thought of him doing the same to my mouth. I’ve never been like this and now I’m practically a slut in heat.
You would think that at least at this moment, I would snap out of it and care about who it is, but I don’t. I don’t care if it’s him and I don’t care if it isn’t. I’m not waiting for him right now. I’ve chosen Chance to spend my time with and it’s him who holds my attention at the moment. I won’t let someone who couldn’t be bothered with me to own so much of my attention.
“a… na… Luna!” The voice called.
Chance thrust into me, his chest resting against my hardened peaks as I realized I was being called. Turning my head, my cheeks were warm, my body was on fire as I tried to focus. My eyes landed on a large figure in the doorway. A hand shot out and cupped my cheek. His rough thumb rubbed gently and I smiled. Hair pulled back, facial expressions looking like he’d murder someone, and eyes darting back and forth between me and Chance. He’s ready to kill Chance and I try pushing at his chest, but Chance blocks Donny with his arm.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Donny yelled.
“Can’t you tell? You’re interrupting,” Chance growled.
“She doesn’t go this far,” Donny snarled. Stepping into the room, he was right next to us.
“She does whatever she wants to and she’s been my client. Who the fuck are you? Security should only come when called and you weren’t called,” Chance said.
It was impressive how they were carrying on a serious conversation like he wasn’t almost balls deep in me. This was the worst time for this, but I couldn’t help it. This was probably the most embarrassing situation I’ve been in and I couldn’t find it in me to be ashamed. It’s like I was in a room hanging out with two friends, not naked and pinned up against a wall taking cock from someone I never thought I’d ever spread my legs for. Two sets of eyes turn on me but it doesn’t deter me. My giggle turns into a laugh and when I open my eyes to look at them, the looks of confusion and uncertainty only make me laugh harder. When I calm down and wipe a tear from my eye, one of them finally speaks.
“Are you okay?” Donny asked.
“Yes,” I laugh.
“Did you drug her? You know Moony is forbidden on the premises,” Donny accuses.
“I’m not on drugs. You know I don’t do that stuff,” I chastise.
“Well, excuse me, but when people start acting out of character that usually means drugs,” Donny grunts. He closes the door behind him and Chance is about to say something when I speak first.
“And how do you know what Moony is?” I asked as my brows furrowed.
“What do you mean? It’s going around like mono at a high school. All clients are told and sign an agreement not to bring it into the club,” Donny said nonchalantly. Even through the haze of pleasure and being blissed out on Chance’s cock, I knew there were things that weren’t adding up with these two.
“Are you seriously having a conversation right now? Can’t this meeting on rules and procedures take place when she isn’t with a client?” Chance grunts.
“She isn’t with a client because she is booked out,” Donny says through clenched teeth. The reminder is like a splash of cold water, but instead of feeling sad, I feel angry. The club may be employ me, but it doesn’t tell me what I can or can’t do in my spare time. Shane isn’t my employer.
“I think my client is preoccupied and since when do I have to explain to you who I’m meeting?” I asked, irritation lacing my tone.
“Luna,” Donny murmured.
“Nothing is happening here that I don’t want,” I said harshly.
“I’m just worried about you. This isn’t like you,” he whispered.
“How would you know what is and isn’t like me?” I snapped.
“Luna…” he trailed off.
I push Chance and this time, he obeys. He grips my hips as he pulls out of me. I stumble as I’m dropped to my feet. Turning to look at Donny, I don’t try to cover any part of me. He’s seen it all anyway. Being the good guy that Donny is, he holds my gaze, but I can tell it isn’t without some effort on his part. His beautiful warm eyes stare into my soul, but I’m not going to let this teddy bear come waltzing in here and ruining this for me. I needed this. I needed Chance tonight. His eyes lower to my neck, but quickly return to my eyes. There isn’t any hint of disgust in his gaze, only relief and a tinge of sadness. What did he think was going on in here? Chance would never hurt me.
“Is it because we fucked? You think you’re entitled to me? It was one time,” I said.
“No, pepe. That’s not why I—”
“You’re crossing the line right now, Donny. Like I said. I’m here because I want to be. Nothing is happening in here that I don’t want to happen,” I said. My eyes dropped to his arm. It was a reminder of why I needed to push him away.
“I know what happened out there. I came to check on you,” he tried.
“When shit hit the fan, I went to Chance and he took care of me,” I said as coldly as possible. I couldn’t have Donny getting mixed up in me and all of this. He reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Why him?” he asked quietly.
“Because I knew he could give me what I needed. This doesn’t have to do with you, D. Not once did you cross my mind.”
“Why not? I could have… I could have been what you needed,” he said. His words touched me. Not in the way Max did, but because I know he means what he’s saying. I fight the urge to bite my lip.
“Unless you can get on your knees, crawl to me, and obey commands, you can’t help me.”
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