Free Motown Breakdown (Motown Down #4) by K.S. Adkins Page A

working it when I open my mouth ready to take it. If this was all I’d have to remember him by, I was selfish enough to swallow it. “Fuck,” he moans when I suck. “Gonna…come,” he yells just before whispering, “Mama.” Then it happened and like a starved kitten, I took it. I wasn’t greedy about it either, I swallowed slowly continuing to suck while he finished. Coating my throat, I absorbed it and didn’t let go until he pulled away. When his body jerked and his head fell forward, I lifted it up and kissed his soft mouth.
    “You screamed my name,” he grates out. “Twice.”
    “Yeah.” I mean I did, there was no denying it.
    “Tell me to go,” he says closing his eyes.
    “Stay.”
    “Mama, I need you to tell me to go now.”
    “No.”
    “I’m begging you. Tell me to get the fuck out, Luna.”
    “Why?”
    “Because if you don’t, I’ll never leave.”
    Pulling him next to me, I snuggle into his side and tell him the truth. “For one night,” I whisper. “Let me belong to you.”
    “What happens when one night isn’t enough?”
    “What happens when it has to be?”
    Pulling me tighter, I fought so hard not to cry. “You don’t love him,” he says in my ear. “If you did, you wouldn’t have just given me all of you .” Letting a few fall, I ordered the rest to go away. “Sleep,” he says gently and against my better judgment I did. But I knew I should have stayed awake, at least then I could have said goodbye when he left.
     

 

    Leaving her wasn’t easy but I managed it. But in the hours since, I’ve thought about nothing but going back. I could still smell her on my skin. Last night was… She was… dammit it was the best, most intimate night of my life. It would have been easier had she kicked me out, only she didn’t. She asked to belong to me, for one night she asked to be mine. That’s why I left.
    Luna came alive last night, once she realized she could be herself, she all but glowed. Now there was a woman who could fuck when given free range. But she was also a woman used to taking orders. By letting her have a choice she didn’t just get into it, she finally gave into it. Watching her come, you’d think she didn’t get off that often. Like she was shocked by it, almost as if she was afraid of it. But then she got off with me, twice. Luna was tight, so fucking tight it as obvious she hadn’t been sexually active long. My God, she didn’t even know what foreplay was… and she snored when she slept. There was nothing about her that didn’t do it for me. The mix of innocence and sin only she could pull off. One night would never cut it for me and I knew that but dove in anyway.
    Staying across the hall wasn’t going to work. I needed to head back to my house and wait it out there. Temptation was a door knob away and I wasn’t strong enough not to turn the handle. I’d go to work, bank what I could and try to be patient until she was able to help.
    But Jesus Christ, I left her. I needed to explain it to her, make sure she understood I wasn’t trying to hurt her, without mentioning I was protecting myself. Pacing the room unsure what to do, the knock on the door scared the shit out of me but was one of two people; Luna or Shade. If it was her, I’d feel like an asshole. If it was him, I’d be too dead to feel anything.
    Opening it to Luna standing there in her robe with bare feet had the feelings rushing in. I wasn’t just an asshole; I was a guilty asshole that wanted inside of her again. “Can I come in?”
    “Look,” I start. “Last night – ”
    “Was fun,” she says pushing her way in anyway. “But that’s done and we have more important things to discuss.”
    Being dismissed pissed me off but she was right, it was done and there was no point in bringing it up. Except that, I wanted to. “Mind if I sit?” she asks jumping up on the kitchen counter and wastes no time catching me up. “We have a method of classifying the girls. The first is the