The Luna Choosing Game



Nicholas reached up and cupped my face with both hands. He traced his thumbs across my cheekbones, before lowering his thumb to cross over my bottom lip. The pad of his thumb dragged over it. Feeling a little bold, I darted my tongue and licked him. He gasped, then pushed his thumb into my mouth.

He had set out to seduce me, I'm sure, but now I was feelings sexy and safe. I wanted to do some seduction of my own. I lapped at his thumb with my tongue and then sucked hard.

He hummed as he pulled his thumb from my mouth with a pop. I didn't even have time to smile in victory before he pushed forward, crashing his lips onto mine. He swept his tongue along the path his thumb had taken, thrusting into my mouth.

His kiss was dominating and demanding. I clung onto his shoulders and let all thoughts but him break away from my mind.

With his hands on my hips, he backed me up against the counter, farther and farther, until my butt was pressed up against the granite.

I thought he might lift me and put me on top of it. I wanted him to.

Instead, he broke the kiss. He panted as we looked at each other, breathing in the same broken air that filled the small space between us.

*Stay," he said. Like he had to tell me. I wasn't going anywhere.

I realized belatedly he meant right now, as he began to pull away from me. I held onto the counter with white knuckles to keep from chasing after him.

He stayed facing me, backing up across the room until he reached the fridge. He glanced at it, then back to me.

"Take your top off, Piper," he said, voice low and commanding. His Alpha voice. It was so sexy that it shivered through me.

*Here?" I asked, clinging to my last shred of sanity. I looked around the room. He'd locked the door but-

"Here," he said, firm. No room for argument.

I didn't want to argue anyway. I wanted whatever this was promising.

I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it up over my head and onto the floor. Nicholas's eyes fixed onto the swell of my breasts, confined in my bra.

*Bra too," he said.

I lifted a brow at him.

His lip twitched, an almost smile, as he turned toward the fridge. He pulled the door open, then looked away from me long enough to pull something off of one of the shelf.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My breasts immediately spilled free. I pushed the straps down my shoulders, then cast the bra down onto the floor near my shirt. Cóntent from NóvelDrámá!!

I felt exposed like this, my breasts bare, nipples peaked in anticipation, in the bright lights of the kitchen.

But with Nicholas looking at me like it was me he wanted to eat, and not the container of whipped cream in his hand, I kind of liked being exposed.

I didn't mind if it was Nicholas. I would never mind with him.

"Where to you think you'd be more comfortable?" he asked me. His eyes darted from my exposed breasts to my face and back again.

*For what?" I asked.

He lifted the tub of whipped cream. "I'm going to cover you in this, and spend my time licking it all off."

Oh my God. My skin burned with sudden heat. My heart darted forward at record speed. If he'd wanted a sensible answer from me, he should have known better than to tell me his plans so straightforwardly.

His eyes crossed over the room. Near the fall wall was a short padded bench. It kind of looked like somewhere someone might take a short break, or sit to tie their shoes.

*Stretch out on that," he said.

I nodded and hurried toward it. He caught me by the belt loop of my shorts as I tried to get by.

*Take these off too," he said.

My hands went to the fastener before my brain could catch up. "And panties?"

"Lose them," he commanded.

His wish was my command. I lost my shorts and my panties along the way. By the time I reclined on the long, short bench, I was totally naked.

Nicholas followed me at a much slower pace, taking in every bare in of my body with his careful studious gaze. "I don't know where to start," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. His dick was rock hard in his pants, tenting them.

"Maybe you should get naked too," I suggested.

His lip twitched higher, a proper grin this time. "Yes, ma'am," he teased. He came close enough to hand me the tub of whipped cream. I toyed with the lid as I watched him disrobe. His shirt over his head revealed rock hard abs. With his pants and boxer briefs gone, his long dick sprang free.

My mouth watered. I hoped he'd let me have my own fun tonight too. I couldn't wait to lick this whipped cream off his dick.

"Open it," Nicholas said. I obeyed, then tossed the lid aside. "Put some on your tits. Wherever you want me to suck."

I dipped my fingers into the cold whipped cream, then spread it lavishly over my breasts. I carefully added to most to my budding nipples, to make certain he spent the most time there.

Nicholas watched me. Just as I was about to lick my fingers clean, he closed the distance between us, grabbed my wrist as he lowered himself, and then put my fingers into his mouth. He lapped at them, giving careful attention to each long digit and the webbing between.

God, my core ached.

He smirked as he pulled my hand again.

"Now, then," he said. "Time for me to feast."

He lowered himself over me. I thought me might kiss me, from his trajectory, but at the last minute, he dipped down and dropped his open mouth onto my breasts.

He lapped at the whip cream, carefully licking my breast clean. Frustratingly he ignored my nipple for now and moved to my other breast to complete similar path as the first.

"Nick," I said, whimpering.

*If you wanted me to go for a certain place, you should have only chosen that place," he said. But then, blessedly, his mouth lowered onto my nipple and he sucked away the whipped cream.

The shift from cold to hot had my back bowing. I gasped and clung onto his shoulders. He suckled until I was a trembling mess beneath him. Then he did it a second time by moving to the second nipple and giving it as equal treatment as the first.

When he leaned back, he smiled down at me appreciating the sight I must have made. I was panting, blissed out yet still wanting more.

He looked so damn smug and I could even be mad.

"Where should I go next?" he asked.

I knew this time exactly what I wanted and I wasn't going to play around. I dipped my fingers into the whipped cream, spread my legs and dropped a dollop right on top of my clit.

Nicholas licked his lips.

He lowered himself and with his tongue, hands, and later his dick, carried me straight into a blissed out oblivion.