His chosen outcast Luna

Chapter 7

The ten-minute drive to the hotel went by quickly and soon enough, Peter and I are checking in at the hotel under his name.

The receptionist, a beautiful woman I must admit, can’t stop staring at Peter and I do not blame her one bit.

He is very handsome and captivating.

“Here is the key to your room, Mr. Kain. Everything is ready and everything you asked for was brought up to your room.”

“Thank you, Chiara,” he nods at her.

“Thank you,” I smile at her.

The lobby is quite crowded even though it is almost two in the morning.

As we walk toward the elevator, we pass by a group of guys, who are playing billiard and drinking beer.

“Who plays billiard in a hotel at this hour?” I tell Peter, who turns his head to look at the group of guys.

“They probably stay up late to stare at the beautiful women passing by,” he raises his eyebrows and I feel my cheeks getting red.

“No, they are not,” I say quickly, but when I turn my head to look at them once again, I catch them staring at me and I feel embarrassed.

Okay, so they are.

A few moments later, we are on the fifth floor looking for our hotel room.

“Five hundred and twelve,” Peter reads the number of the door, which is also written on the key.

He opens the door and lets me get inside first. I didn’t know that when he said hotel room, he actually meant a suite.

It is huge. We are in the living room, if I may call it that. There is a big round table in the middle, a big blue couch and two sofas matching the couch on each side of the table.

On the other side of the room, there is a big balcony on each side of which there are two mini-bars and on top of them, four different kinds of alcohol.

“Is this a suite?” I ask Peter, who is already getting comfortable, taking off his shoes and jacket.

“Yes. Right behind that door is the bathroom and behind that door is the bedroom.”

I nod and head to the bedroom, where I find at least five bags full of expensive clothes.

“Are these for me?” I call out, but realize he is standing behind me, so I lower my voice.

“For me?” I ask again, quietly.

“Yes. Would you care to join me for a swim?” He turns me around and begins undressing slowly.

Oh, God.

Am I about to see him naked? Already?

Damn, he doesn’t play around, does he?

“Is there a swimming pool in here somewhere?” I joke, trying not to reveal that I am nervous, but I think I gave myself away anyway.

“There’s a hot tub in the bathroom,” he says, as he takes off his shirt, revealing his beautiful chest and abdomen filled with tattoos and all muscled up.

I swallow hard as I look at him. He is so hot and tempting and irresistible.

“I’ll be in the hot tub if you want to join me,” he says, coming closer to me, placing both his hands on my back, almost touching my ass and I moan.

“Or you can wait here for me,” he whispers in my ear, and before I know it, he is gone.

My heart is pounding and my legs are wobbling.

He makes me feel so weak. But it is a good feeling. He makes me feel things all over my body.

I swallow hard once more and take a deep breath.

What do I do? Do I join him in the hot tub?

Is he going to be naked?

Do I want him to see me naked already?

What if I am not ready?

“What do I do?” I complain to myself and start pacing around the room.

“Why is there a minibar in the bedroom?” I think out loud and I roll my eyes at that comment.

“Okay, okay. I can do it. He is my husband. I mean, at some point he will have to see me naked, right?”

God, this is so stupid.

Without giving it a second thought, I take off my dress and heels, which leaves me only with my panties on.

I cover my breasts in embarrassment and try to find a way to cover them up.

Maybe there is a bra in one of the bags.

“Ugh!” I get frustrated with myself.

Why does this have to be so complicated?

Taking a few deep breaths, I finally calm down and decide to walk in there, with only the panties on.

Quickly, before I regret it, I walk out of the bedroom and head to the bathroom. The door is ajar so I push it open and walk in.

Peter is already in the hot tub, because I can see him underwater.

With every step I take, my heartbeat becomes stronger and louder, that it feels like it is about to burst.

Right before I get in, I take off my panties and just then, Peter rises above the water, eyes still closed.

Given this opportunity, I jump in quickly and I am finally underwater.

Thank God!

Why am I so nervous?

“You came,” he sounds surprised when he looks at me.

I shrug and smile at him.

“It’s quite warm in here,” I point out, but he doesn’t seem to care about the temperature of the water. His eyes are focused on mine and the longer he stares, the harder my heart beats against its cage.

“It is,” he finally says, as he pushes through the water to come near me.

I cover my upper body with my arms, even though I am underwater, and look away from him.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice low and husky.

“No,” I say, because it is the truth.

“Good,” he stares at me and grabs my legs, pushing them apart and placing himself in between them.

My arms instinctively grab on to his shoulders, leaving my whole upper body naked under his gaze.

His hands move lower until they rest on my ass and brings my hips forward, so I can feel his length between my legs.

F*ck.

This is so hot, I might just scream.

“You. Are. Beautiful,” he mutters every word slowly while staring at me.

“Peter,” I moan his name and he thrushes forward with his hips, so his length feels harder on me and I moan again.

He lowers his head and starts kissing my neck, my throat and slowly moves down to my breasts.

“F*ck,” he groans as he lifts me up higher, so I land on the edge of the hot tub, leaving me completely naked now that I am above water.

He cups my breasts and I move my head back, so my breasts are pressed against his hands.

“God, I want to f*ck you,” he bites my n*pple and presses his palm against my p*ssy, making me tremble.

I straighten my head, open my eyes and look at him, all wet and sexy, making me want him so badly.

“Hold on to my shoulders,” he orders, and I do as I am told, while he kneels so that his face is on level with my p*ssy, and I know where this is going.

“I won’t stop until you come,” he smirks and kisses me right there.

“Oh, my God,” I exclaim, as he starts playing with my clit. His tongue feels so warm against my skin and it looks like he has done this before, because he damn well knows what he is doing.

Right now, I don’t care how many women he has done this to, because it feels too good to care.

My hands move to his hair and I start pulling as he moves his tongue quicker.

“Please, don’t stop!” I beg him.

This feels so good.

My legs start trembling, and a weird feeling starts to bubble up inside my stomach.

He pushes a finger inside of me and I scream at the feeling as it presses against my walls.

He sucks on my clit, wrapping it with his lips and fingers me even harder until my eyes roll into the back of my head and this feeling of bursting runs through my spine and I come while his mouth is still on me and his finger inside me.

As soon as the feeling is gone, all my senses come back to me and he stops.

Triumphantly, he stands up, pressing his body against mine.

“That was amazing,” I admit, exhausted.

“I’m glad,” he smiles and helps me back into the water.

“Let’s get you washed up and go to sleep.”

I would protest if I weren’t this spent after the action I just got.

Instead, I nod and let the bubbling water relax my aching limbs.