Page 39 of Cardinal House
“Um, I- I’ll go and-”
“No,” I stop her, curling my arm around her back, drawing her in flusher, like a punishment to myself.
The feel of her hot flesh against the ladder of my abs is criminal, but the way she’s not looking at me now, stiff in my lap, feels worse than my own self control issues.
“Luna,” I lick my lips, “look at me.” Craning my head back to look at her. “You don’t have to wear underwear if you don’t want to.” Her crystal clear eyes flick between mine, shining with unshed tears. “But you are allowed to, if you want to. There’s no rules in this house to say otherwise. When it’s only me and you, you do whatever makes you comfortable,” I tilt my head to the side. “There’s no shame in this house, Luna,” I say softly, catching her dropped gaze, “okay?” I whisper, my free hand lifting to tip her face, my thumb to her chin.
“Okay, Wolf,” she whispers, my mouth slanted over hers, her breathy words feathering across my tongue.
“Do you want to tell me why you keep taking them off?”
She hesitates to put them on as well, it’s like a warring indecision in her after she gets out of a bath, an array of fresh clothes left out for her to choose from.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I smooth my hand over her head, keeping her face before mine, so I can see her.
She sucks on her lower lip, her eyes on the base of my throat, she swallows and heaves in a deep breath, “I keep thinking I'm not supposed to have them on.”
“Do you know why you think that?” I sweep my thumb down the side of her throat, eliciting a shiver in her.
“Just a feeling I get, like I’m not right,” she whispers.
“Not right?”
“Like I’m going to get punished for wearing them.”
“Thank you for telling me,” I kiss her forehead, my mind spinning, but the instinct to rage, to hit something, to scream, to pummel someone to death is overwhelming.
Smoothing my hand up her back, her long hair draping around us like a curtain, I offer her a smile, curling my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and tugging gently.
“Now,” I say, shifting so I’m more comfortable on the hard wooden decking, ignoring the feel of her pussy grinding against my stomach. “You wanna try this with me?” I ask her, holding up the unlit joint between us.
Her eyes track it, taking it in, and then she wets her lips, looking back to me, she nods, “Yes. What will it feel like?”
“Well, this bud in here doesn’t contain any THC, that’s the shit that gets you high, ‘kay?” I explain.
“Okay.”
“This stuff’ll just make you relax, you’ll get a lil sleepy and soft, it won’t make you dizzy or sick.”
“Okay.” Luna swallows, staring at the rolled joint between us, her knees around my waist squeezing against my ribs.
“I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you,” I whisper, tugging lightly on her hair, my thumb grazing her nape where my hand’s tangled in the underneath of her inky strands.
“I trust you.” She licks her lips, the words coming out automatically, zero hesitation as she eyes the joint.
The erratic pounding in my chest rattles my sternum, heart threatening to burst its way through as my heartbeat echoes dramatically in my eardrums. A cold chill slithers its way down my spine, the hot press of Luna’s cunt flush with my belly, the rest of her supple, soft skin moulded to my body. Draped over me like I’m a designer chair and she’s the model atop it for an expensive shoot.
I slip the joint between my lips, reaching up behind her to grasp the lighter from the railings, I spark it up, my lungs filling with sweet smoke as the embers burn bright. She keeps her eyes on my mouth, watching the part of my lips, the thick white smoke creeping out slowly between my teeth. It makes them feel numb, sensitive, then I part my lips fully, open my jaw and blow out the rest of the smoke into the warm breeze.
“You want to try? Or you want to shotgun it?”
She scrunches her brow, the pert tip of her straight nose crinkling, “Shotgun?” she questions, but I don’t explain, my cock like steel in my pants, selfishly, I just want her lips on mine.
I’ve regretted not stealing a kiss from her, all those times in the hospital I coulda done it, I think she woulda let me.
But I was waiting for her to come to me.
I move my hand in her hair, gripping the back of her neck tightly, tilting it back, instead, “Open your mouth, Little Moon.”