Page 35 of Lunar Desires (Celestial Magic #2)

RILEY

I positioned myself directly before him, giving him a moment to take in my underwear.

He smiled, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. “Interesting.”

I teased the band with my finger, giving it a snap. “You think so?”

On the front of my boxers, in holographic silver writing: Snacking allowed here…

On the back, which I turned to show him: And here…

Drake pulled off his tee, tossing it behind him. “Good to know.”

Wow. That body, those abs. They got me stickier than tree sap.

“Same applies here.” He pointed at his front and back. “Now get your sexy arse over here.”

I didn’t need asking twice, but I wasn’t done playing games.

Prowling around to the other side of the bed, I gave out a demand. “Only guys who remove these with their teeth can access the snacks.”

Another quirk of his eyebrow. “Is that so?”

I nodded, climbing onto the bed, spreading myself across it on my front, kicking my legs playfully. “Afraid so.”

“I’m sure I can manage.”

His turn to prowl, coming up behind me, folding his arms. I watched him over my shoulder, trembling with excitement.

“Nice view, sexypie. But I can make it better.”

He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs enough for him to put his head in the gap. Falling to his knees, he got to work kissing my thighs, taking his time, using his tongue to mark me with wet circles.

I quivered, every second of his touch making my nerves dance.

He reached my buttocks, giving the left cheek a bite.

I giggled. “How you doing back there?”

“Ravenous.”

His teeth clamped down on the band of my boxers, and he moaned, the vibrations against me scrumptious.

“Drake…” I breathed.

Slowly, expertly, he peeled the underwear off me. Never once stumbling, never once using his hands.

“You really want those snacks,” I said.

He threw me a look so full of desire, I almost came. Pre-cum already leaked from my pinned cock, sticky against my stomach.

“Now I’m rewarding myself,” he purred, taking me by the hips, lifting me gently.

Oh. My. God. I was completely at his mercy, my delicate place offered up to him so freely and without embarrassment. I wanted him to take it in, to do what he wanted with it.

“It’s yours,” I told him, hot with need.

He licked his lips. “I want to know what it tastes like.”

“Yes…”

Drake kissed around the crevice, moaning, licking, driving me wild, turning the temperature up to the max.

I lowered my head, encumbered by my longing, the side of my face pressed into the duvet. Reveling in the expectation of when he took his kiss deeper, my toes curling.

His tongue slid into me, drawing a heavy gasp from my throat.

He paused. “Is that alright?” He whispered the question against me, my cock throbbing.

“Yeah…” was all I could manage.

Still using no fingers, he went back in. Probing, burrowing, hitting me with more pulsing moans. His stubble brushed against my skin, heightening every sensation, igniting fires.

“Yeah…” I moaned. “Feels so good.”

He went deeper, wetter, fucking me with his tongue. His thrusting rocked me, creating friction between my cock and the duvet. Taking me to the edge.

“Drake…” I breathed. “Oh, Drake…”

Oh, God. He went deeper still.

Squirming, clawing at the duvet, toes curled, my balls tightened, the climax right around the corner.

“Drake… I…”

Please stop… I’m not ready to cum…

Please don’t stop…

My cock rubbed and rubbed and rubbed against the silky material beneath me, driving me wild. Incredible sensation wrapped me in unbreakable ropes. No escape. The happy ending was almost upon me.

“Drake…”

So, so close…

His next moan kicked down the door, cum shooting out of me in hot, sticky jets. I bit down on the duvet, moaning myself now. Twitching, thrusting out the rest of my cum while he continued to feast.

Eventually, my body turned to happy jelly, all of me flat on the bed.

Drake finished, giving both arse cheeks a playful slap. “Did you like that?”

Panting, I answered with a, “Very much.”

“Are you done for the night?”

Basking in the afterglow, I lifted my head to face him. “Are you done?”

A wicked grin. “Not even close, sexypie.”

I flipped onto my back, propping myself up by the elbows. Sticky and still rock hard. “What do you want to do?”

He rubbed his hardness through his sweatpants. “Anything and everything.”

“Insatiable, are we?”

“Always with you. And I’ll be coming for those snacks later.” He nodded playfully at my erection. “Can’t be too greedy.”

“Just call me the Riley Buffet.”

He chuckled. “Noted, sexypie. Noted.”

“Loving this new nickname.”

“Not the most original, but it suits you,” he said in husky tones. “So, what you do want to do?”

“Erm… Why don’t you choose?”

“You go first.”

Hmmm. I wasn’t sure about him fucking me. We’d used saliva before. Yeah, it’d been fun, but I wasn’t sure my arse could handle it again. Definitely a one-off thing. From this moment on I’d require all the lube.

I put this to him, disappointed because I’d love that wonderful cock in me right now.

“You’re in luck, sexypie.” He went to the table on his side of the bed, opening the drawer. “I had a word with Aaron, and…” He plucked out a bottle of lube. “Ta-dah!”

Feral heat raced across my skin, my desires a visceral hunger moving my body onto all fours.

Drake growled softly, padding round the bed. “Want it doggystyle, do you?”

We’d moved on from foreplay, the temperature higher, the stage set for a good old fucking.

“Get in me,” I commanded.

I watched him over my shoulder. He slid his sweatpants down his muscular legs, his cock springing free.

He smirked, kicking away the sweatpants, playing with himself.

“Oh, Drake…”

“What’s wrong?” he teased, pouring lube over his shaft like syrup.

I wiggled my arse, spreading my legs. “Get inside me before it’s too late.”

Erm, what the hell was that?

He chuckled. “Too late for what?”

“Ignore me. I’m just so horny.”

“Ignore you when you’re presenting so beautifully?” He poured lube into my crevice, slicking me, inserting a finger.

I moaned, the nerves there sparking.

“Ready for me?” he asked, removing his finger.

“Yeah…” I panted. “So ready.”

He climbed onto the bed, a kneeling Adonis behind me, and pressed himself to my hole, pushing the tip in.

My hands bunched up the sheets as I pushed back into him. Quivering, my body alight with so much scintillating lust.

“Drake…”

He filled me with his length and girth, bumping the yummy spot inside. My cock throbbed, my eyes rolling back already.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

He rocked his hips, holding me by the waist. I arched my back slightly, giving myself to him completely.

Quickly, he went from a slow and steady rhythm, to thrusting with unbridled exuberance. Flesh slapping on flesh, cranking the heat, propelling me toward the exquisite edge again.

His fingers pressed into my skin, his grunts a delicious song. I panted his name, my toes curling.

“You feel so good,” he said.

I pushed myself up, keeping him inside me, turning my head for our lips to collide. He growled into my mouth, his arm sliding across my chest, fingers tweaking a nipple.

“So fucking hot,” he said between kisses, slamming harder into me, keeping me in this upright position.

I touched myself gently, wrestling his tongue with mine. “Drake…”

Thrust, thrust, thrust. “Riley…” He pushed me back onto all fours, going for the final stretch now. Pounding me to nirvana, the bed squeaking, drawing cry after cry from me.

“Drake…” This was it, this was it.

“Cum for me, sexypie.” He strengthened his grip on my hips, striking my sweet spot, catapulting me into bliss.

I climaxed at the same time as him, really messing up those sheets, panting his name while he filled me with his own heat, collapsing in ecstasy.

Spent, he pulled out of me, slapping both cheeks. “You’re incredible.” He threw himself beside me, claiming my mouth with his.

We made out for a good ten minutes before hitting the shower and changing the sheets.

Wow. The man knew how to fuck the gloom away.

Once we were clean, he went to the desk, picking up the piece of paper he’d been sketching on. He was shirtless, only wearing some booty hugging boxers. Resplendent in the glow of the lamp.

I propped myself up on my elbow, taking him in. “What are you doing?”

He came over, handing the sketch to me. “This is for you.”

I sat up. “What… Oh my God.”

Me. It was me, drawn as a manga character. Open shirt, standing on a cliff edge, the moon in the background. Looking like a total bad arse, and hot as hell. He’d really done me a massive service here.

I blushed a little. “This is amazing.”

“I want to color it, but…thanks.” He rubbed his neck shyly.

In the bottom right corner was his signature, and a title: My Lunar Desire .

I met his dark, dewy eyes, my heart hiccuping. “Drake…”

He cupped the side of my face. “You are my lunar desire. You’re my heart’s desire. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Ooo did my face heat. “Drake, I… You’re going to make me cry.”

He cupped my other cheek. “As long as they’re happy tears. I only want to bring you happy tears. Or no tears at all.”

I giggled, his adorable words melting me into a gooey, romantic puddle. “You are all sorts of fabulous. This is such a lovely gift. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

That got me a deep kiss and another round of sex.

Yum.

Just yum.

At half two in the morning, we sat on my bed eating cookies while I told him about Juliet’s diary. He hung on every word, completely rapt. I’d noticed that about him. How he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

A seriously fabulous listener.

And my boyfriend.

He finished his third cookie, licking crumbs from his lips. “And how are you feeling?”

I thought for a minute. “I guess it’s all a work in progress. I’m…” I swallowed, afraid of what it meant to say this again. “I’m calling Mum tomorrow. It’s time to bite the bullet.”

He nodded slowly. “Want me to come with you?”

Why did I feel so bashful after what we’d just been doing? “I…” I dipped my head. “If you don’t mind. You’d be the first guy I brought home to meet her.”

“Of course I’ll come,” he answered. “Will she be alright with me being there?”

“She’ll be delighted,” I said. “She pesters me about bringing a nice boy like you home all the time.”

He sat up straighter. “Like me? I’m a nice boy?”

I giggled, leaning over to kiss him. “Absolutely.”

He took my hand, planting a soft kiss on it. “I’d be honored to join my boyfriend.”

Ooo, I loved how it sounded. “Thanks. I’ll need the backup.”

I could already hear her losing her mind over the Dad stuff. Glasses may be thrown.

He shuffled closer. “Let’s get some sleep.”

I yawned in response. “Good idea.”

We snuggled down under the duvet, Drake reaching over to kill the lights before becoming the big spoon.

My God, the comfort he brought me. A haven of muscles.

I wriggled, pressing my back into his chest as much as possible, drifting away under the caress of his warmth and the relaxing power of his minty scent.

Despite the difficulties of, well, everything, at least I’d found him.

At least I had this beautiful, big sparkling joy to call my own.

How lucky was I?