The Runaway Luna's Daughter

F*ck Me Already

Jenine's POV

I saw the way his eyes stared at me. If only he knew the thoughts I had. Even before I followed him home, my mind was already made up.

We clinked our glasses together as we took rounds after rounds of the wine. The bottle was empty in minutes. He brought a tequila from the cabinet.

“You want to be wasted? Let's get wasted,” he said.

Now this was more like it. The liquid spilled over the shots as he poured into them. I threw it down my throat in one gulp. My head swirled a little. I staggered as I reached for the bottle. Elisha stopped me.

“That's enough for now,” he drawled.

He was in control of his liquor but I could tell he was drunk too. Maybe not as much as I was. He nicked the glass from my hand.

“You should tell Laura you won't be coming home tonight.”

He wasn't asking. He was informing me. So hot. The alcohol must've gotten to me. A hiccup left my lips as I fumbled my pocket for my phone.

“Yes?” Laura's voice came through from the other end.

“I won't be coming home tonight. Don't wait up.”

Silence.

“Laura? Are you there?”

“Take care of yourself,” her voice came, flatly.

Easier than I expected it to be. Strange.

“What did she say?” Elisha asked me.

“Surprisingly, nothing. She seemed okay with it.”

“Strange,” I heard Elisha mutter. “Strange but I like it,” he smiled.

“Why?” I teased, my eyes staring into his.

“Because…” he drew me by the waist closer to him, “...of this.”

He pressed his lips against mine. They parted as I took his lips in my mouth. He wrested the shot from my hand, a little roughly, placing it on the table all without breaking the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck as his liquor filled breath filled my nose. His hands rubbed against my back drawing me closer against his body.

His hands found their way down my waist, squeezing my ass gently. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted me, holding me up.

“Hold on,” I heard him whisper.

With one sweep of his hand over the porcelain table, the glasses and bottles crashed to the floor, the drinks spilling every which way. He didn't seem bothered by it any bit. He placed me on the table, his hands moving round my body, caressing it.

His lips found my neck. I threw my head back as he kissed gently, drawing the first moan from my mouth. His hot breath against my neck sent a wave of sensations through me, rippling through my body in waves. I didn't want him to stop. It'd been a long time since I felt this way.

His hands slid into my T-shirt, caressing the skin of my back. His fingers found the hook of my bra and he flicked them off with one smooth movement. My shirt was still on my body.

His eyes stared into mine. I reached for his shirt. He raised his hands to help me as I pulled it over his head. His heaving chest stared back at me. I traced my fingers across his body, his abs quivering under my touch. My hands slid to his lower abdomen.

“I didn't know you were such a tease,” he whispered into my ears as my hand grazed his groin. He was rock hard. I smiled. His lips found mine again but this time with purpose. He pulled my shirt over my head roughly overcome by a sudden desire to own me. His lips trailed my skin roughly, down my neck and to my chest. The bra fell to the floor as he yanked it off.

The sudden roughness was hot. He really wanted me.

He drew me to his body, our bare skin grazing against each other. The warmth of his skin against mine triggered something in me. I could feel the puddle in my underwear. He seemed to know. Dang it. That accursed sense of smell.

His hand reached for the zippers of my jeans. He fiddled with the zipper and it seemed to be stuck. Of all times now.

I saw his eyes glow as he ripped it off my waist, the desire taking over him. His lips kissed my skin roughly. His tongue kissed the middle of my chest. The second moan ripped through my lips as the wet flesh kissed my n****e. He took it all in his mouth, his hand wrapped pressing at my back, pushing my boob deeper into his mouth. I closed my eyes as the ecstacy built up. More than I could handle.

My hand went down to his lower body. I found his belt, undoing the buckle. His pants fell from his waist to the floor. He kicked out of them, all without removing his mouth from me. His member throbbed under my touch as I stroked through his underwear. My panties were the only piece of clothing I had on me now, his boxers the only one on him. He sucked my boobs interchangeably, his hand squeezing the free one.

My body shuddered as he ran his hand down the side of my body to my waist. He grabbed my butt, a finger slipping in-between my ass crack. He caressed my laps gently, taking his hands up slowly till they found my p***y. His hand slipped in-between. I was soaking wet.

He didn't say anything. He pulled them down, his eyes staring into mine. He turned me around, bending me across the table. I felt his member rub against my ass as he leaned into me, fondling my boobs from behind his hot breath hot against my neck.

I moaned. “F…fuck…”

“What?” He whispered into my ears.

“f**k me already.”

I felt his tip graze against me as he rubbed it against my c**t. My moans filled the room now. He was still teasing me. He was unpredictable. He would handle me a bit roughly like he couldn't wait to get inside me and now he was taking it slow. The teasing was killing me.

“Please just f**k me, Elisha.”

He pushed his member into me. Slowly. It burned. A slight mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Don't,” I whispered when he withdrew. “Don't stop.”

I felt his fingers run through my hair down my back. He steadied himself behind me, slipping into me again.

I could feel the throbbing in his d**k as he grazed against my backside. My breath caught in my throat as he thrusted into me slowly, deliberately, calculating. His hands held my waist in place as I bent over the table, my body rocking from the collision of his pelvis against me.

His grip tightened on my waist as he thrusted roughly. A raw, primal desire to finish. I could feel my legs betray me, shaking as he thrusted faster. My moans rose above the sound of his pelvis slapping against ass.

“f**k,” I heard him groan as he collapsed against me, his breathing ragged.

The house was suddenly quiet. Only the sound of our panting could be heard. Low, fast and heavy.

He didn't pull out. His d**k still stayed in me. My body tingled as his hands caressed my thighs. I could feel his member pushing against my walls as he got hard again.

“What? You thought I was done with you?” he whispered into my ear, parting my hair away. “We're just getting started.”