All You Got

chapter 19

Luna

Why isn't he speaking?

It's been quite some time and he hasn't said a thing, all he's doing is looking directly in front of him, at nothing in particular, he looks zoned out, and is drinking.

That's it.

I get up from the couch and look at him once again, before I start walking away.

"Where are you going?" I don't answer and it's not like I don't hear him. I do.

"Luna." I don't realize that he's now close to me, and grabs my hand, pulling me to him.

"I'm leaving. You can stay and drink some more." I release myself from his grip and go down the stairs, and finally get out of this place. I forgot to say goodbye to the guys, which is rude, but I'll apologize tomorrow.

The cold air and breeze hits me harder than I thought and I start walking away, trying to find the first cab to take me back to the penthouse, when someone turns me. Damon.

"What are you doing, Luna?" he asks, his voice hinting his worry and at the same time, irritation.

"I told you. I'm leaving. Since, you know, you didn't even talk to me after what happened." I cross my hands in front of my chest, both from the cold and because I felt like doing so, and he takes his jacket from his left hand, putting it on me.

"You were seriously going to pick a fight at a nightclub? He was an asshole. You were going to get potentially hurt because of an asshole?" I find myself raising my voice, but I don't lower it. He runs a hand to his face.

"He was asking for it. He called you a whore. He hit on you." he reasons himself and I roll my eyes.

"You don't even care about these things?" he asks me, his voice too raised now.

"I do. I do Damon. But I don't care that an asshole called me a whore because I didn't get on my knees in front of him. I care about you and your well-being more." he eases up a bit at my words, I see his shoulders and jaw relaxing, softening.

"I got mad. I got jealous. I wasn't thinking straight. Is that what you wanna hear?" he yells but I don't flinch. He immediately takes a deep breath and calms himself down.

"And why didn't you leave as soon as he came to you?" he bites his inner cheek and my eyes widen, and it seems like he quickly understood what he said.

"Why didn't I leave? Why didn't I leave?I was leaving but you came!" I'm yelling now.

"I...Fuck, I didn't...I didn't mean it. I know you were leaving." he is quick to apologize and I can tell he's genuine. He looks concerned.

I don't answer.

"He didn't respect you. And this got on my nerves." he's calm now, and I too feel more calm than before. We both yelled. Got it out of our system.

"Plus, I got really jealous..." he says and his ears get red, from embarrassment, making me giggle, and causing him to look at me confused.

"You have no reason to be jealous though, babe." I take a step closer to him, and he stays put.

"Because, you idiot are the only one I'm thinking about." he chuckles at my choice of words, and I laugh too. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, and his hold my hips, from inside the jacket.

"I'm sorry..." he apologizes again and I peck his lips softly.

"You should be. For the potential fight. Not for coming to me." he looks at me with a raised eyebrow, and I blush.

His hands caress my upper body and hips, before they rest on my ass and pull me to him, our chests touching, me looking up to him, since even with heels, he's taller than me (which is hot).

"I kind of liked you getting jealous." I confess and he smirks, his eyes widen a bit in surprise.

"You did?" he asks and I nod, licking my lips. "It was a hot sight." I carry on.

"Hmm." he only exclaims.

"Maybe I should punish you for making me jealous." he squeezes my ass and I let out a whimper, before we take the first cab and go home.

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We get inside the penthouse and stand in the middle of the living room.

I'm out of Damon's jacket now, and he looks at me like I'm already naked in his eyes. Fuck, what he said earlier made me so horny, I can't wait to see what he's going to do.

He comes closer to me and holds me by my throat, making me look at him.

"Now..." he says, his voice low, his bright green eyes now dark, full of arousal, and I could almost feel his dick hard, pressing on my stomach.

"...what am I gonna do with you?" he finishes his sentence and crashes his mouth to mine, and I almost collapse on him, if it hadn't been for his hand on my waist.

"Whatever you want." I answer his question as soon as we pull away, keeping my gaze to him, and he caresses my whole body with his hand, my nipples piercing hard from the white dress, totally visible, and he reaches for his belt, unbuckling it and taking it off.

"Get on your knees." he commands me and fuck I'm so wet. I love when he's dominant.

"Make me." I say and he pulls my body close to his, kissing me for a brief moment, before he pushes me down. On my knees. Right in front of him.

I push the strands of my dress down, and the dress down to my stomach and look up to him, causing him to sigh. So beautifully. He lets himself free from his pants and briefs and grabs my hair, pulling them, making my back arch and look at him again. Since I was looking at his dick...

I moan.

"Fuck, your eyes are killing me." he murmurs, and I smile at him, and the next thing I know, he pushes my head to his dick. And I begin sucking him.

He doesn't guide me much, I do everything. Sometimes though, he pushes my head to deep throat. We both moan. My eyes get watery and tears run down my cheeks as I'm giving him a blowjob all by myself now, while he's wiping some of my tears away.

"My dick will be the only reason you'll cry." he exclaims and I moan in agreement and after a few minutes he goes off like he's never done before on my breasts, with a groan.

He lifts me up and kisses me hungrily, as I reach for his pants and take them off, and he takes off his shirt quickly, kissing me again. His fingers caress my whole body, when they go to my sex, and he pushes two fingers into me. I moan in his mouth, before he starts kissing my collarbone,neck and shoulders.

He pays so much attention to me, that's what sex is. It's the whole act, not only the outcome, it's not only about pleasuring yourself, but pleasuring the person you're with too. And when there's feelings too, sex is ten times better.

He turns me, his fingers still pumping into me and pushes me to the couch, and removes his fingers, turning me to all fours. He gives my ass a squeeze and a few spanks, kissing my neck and back. And gets inside me roughly.

And we have sex for the rest of the night.