The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 302

Chapter 0302
Together, Nicholas and I stumbled into his room. We had trouble moving, since we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. As soon as the door closed behind us, Nicholas worked at the fasteners of my dress, not content until the offending garment was removed from me and forming wrinkles on the ground.
I shoved at Nichola s’s jacket, pushing it down off of his shoulders. Then I reached for his buttons and opened them one by one. It felt like I was unwrapping a present, slowly exposing all the tone muscle underneath.
Nicholas claimed my mouth with his own, k*ssing me thoroughly, then breaking for breath, only to dive back in and k*ss me again.
We tugged and pulled each other toward the bedroom, losing clothing as we went.
Nicholas worked open my bra next. The instant my breasts bounced free, he closed his mouth over one of my nipples.
I clawed my fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him where he was while he licked and suckled me. G od, it felt so good. His mouth was so damp and hot. It was nearly electric, with the way it shocked pleasure through my nerves.
So terribly distracted, I struggled to move my legs. At least, I couldn’t move them quickly enough for Nichol a s’s liking. He easily lifted me up against him until my feet dangled. He dropped me on the bed, then attacked my other breast, laving it with the same attention as the
first.
“Oh, Nicholas…”
He popped off my nipple, such a sinful, delightful sound. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say my name like that. Touching and tasting… G od, I can’t get enough of you. Hearing you moan my name is the icing on that cake.”
He leaned down and k*ssed me. At the same time, he trailed his hand down my front, and then slipped his fingers into my panties. The moment his finger brushed against my c lit, I nearly jumped off the bed.
It felt so good. Too good. It made me want more. So much more.
It made me want to break all my rules and beg him to f uck me.
The thought startled me so hard, that I jolted.
Nicholas stilled, watching my face. “Piper?”
“I… I can’t…”
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At once, Nicholas removed his hand from my panties. He leaned away so that none of him was touching me. “You can’t what?”
I mourned the loss of his closeness, but the distance did give me time to think. I needed that clarity. I was so full of lust for him that I felt like I was losing my mind.
I licked my lips. I wanted him to f uck me. That was a clear fact in my brain.
But he never could. Because I was saving myself for my mate, and he was not my mate.
He never could be.
Tears welled in my eyes. I suddenly felt very cold and alone.
“Piper, what’s happening?” he asked, panic in his voice.
“I want to slow down,” I said. I needed to. My heart was making too many attachments – signing too many checks that my reality couldn’t cash. If we made love like I wanted to, we would cross a line that we could never go back on.
Nicholas likely wouldn’t cross that line. He knew my boundaries. Knew that I couldn’t be
trusted when I was out of my mind with lust.
It was me who couldn’t be trusted.
“Just for a while,” I amended quickly. “Until…”
“You don’t have to explain,” he said. He rolled away from me. “I just need to… Is it alright if I
…..?”
“Of course,” I said, nodding aggressively.
He nodded too. “I will be right back. Please don’t go anywhere. I will be right back with a clear head and we can talk and hold each other.”
“Okay.”
He stood off the bed and retreated into the bathroom. For a moment, I laid on the bed in total silence, regretting everything I’d ever done that led me to this choice. I’d said I would help get him off and yet here I was, pulling away.
He seemed okay with it, but I still felt bad. I still wanted to be able to –
“…Mmm…”
I heard a muf fled moan coming from the bathroom.
Oh. Oh. When he said he needed to… What he meant was that he wanted to mast urbate. Yes, that would help. Then he would think clearly.
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I listened as hard as I could for more noises from the bathroom, but everything felt so distant. Slowly, careful as to not make much noise and ruin his pleasure yet again, I crept to the bathroom door where I could hear more clearly.
And I could hear everything.
The slap of skin. The strained gasps. The bit back moans.
“Go d… Piper…”
The breathy way he said my name set me afire once more, as if I had been doused in gasoline.
I quickly stuffed my own hand into my panties and began rubbing at my cl it. Nicholas was ahead of me in chasing his pleasure, but I quickly caught up, until I was touching myself at the same brisk pace he was using.
I imagined seeing his di ck, ready for it to be pushed inside of me. I knew he was big. I wondered what it would feel like. Would it hurt? The only thing I could think was that I would feel so full. I always felt so empty. To be filled gave me such an intense longing that I reached the crest of pleasure faster than I meant to.
“Ah. Ah. Piper. Ah. Yes. Just like that.”
His sounds were driving me wild.
I was so close. If he would just –
A moan broke from his throat. “Aa-aah!”
I felt it vibrate through me all the way to my core.
I came in my panties, fingers rubbing desperately at my cl it, biting back my own cry of Nichola s’s name.
Then I hobbled back to the bed before my legs gave out.
After another moment, Nicholas appeared from the bathroom. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks slightly pink, but he seemed more coherent than he had when he went in there.
By now, my faculties had somewhat returned. He held out his hand for me and I took it. He k*ssed me softly.
I broke it to collect my clothes from the floor. Nicholas followed along, collecting his too.
I found my bra nearby, and then my dress nearer the door. As I pulled it on, I noticed a set of pictures hanging on the wall that I hadn’t noticed the last time I had been there. From the layer of dust, it was likely the pictures had been there for a while, and it was simply me who
hadn’t noticed.
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They were photos of Nicholas from his younger years, from even before I met him. The center picture, the biggest, was the one that caught my eye.
In it, a girl sat between a school-aged Nicholas and Julian with her arms h ooked through
both of theirs.
Nicholas pushed his arms into his shirt and began refastening the buttons.
“Nick?” I asked, and he came closer. “Who is this girl?”
“Oh,” he said. A small smile stretched his lips. “That’s a childhood friend. Bridget.”