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Lu hadn’t planned for the night to go this way but she definitely wasn’t complaining about it. She was incredibly happy to be here with Titus, to make him feel good and know that he was feeling good solely because of her. Regardless of the fact that he looked out for her and took care of her tonight, she really wanted this. With the curses coming from his lips, Lu felt even more encouraged and bolder, taking his cock deeper into her mouth as her eyes gazed up at him, wanting to see all his reactions. She continued bobbing her head up and down, only stopping when she was taking him deep in her throat. 

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Love was complicated, messy even. Wasn’t it supposed to be simple? Girl meets boy. Boy and girl fall in love. They live happily ever after. In reality, it was people who were complicated, messed up... that’s what had been running through Eden’s mind in the midst of the argument she was currently having with the guy she’d been seeing for almost a year now. It wasn’t until Jeremiah stormed off that she realized who the person standing a few feet away from her was... impeccable timing, or the worst. “Please lie to me if you have to and tell me you didn’t hear any of that.” Trying her best not to come off too embarrassed - because of course he had - they’d both been shouting at each other - she shook her head lightly and forced a small smile on her lips. She couldn’t worry about Jer anymore. Of all the people she knew, Greyson was the last person she’d expect at the opening of her gallery.

He shouldn’t have gone – it was the mantra he’d been repeating to himself over and over for days. A mutual friend had mentioned it in passing, Eden’s gallery opening, and it hadn’t left his mind since then. It had been almost three years now since they ended things, nearly two since he’d seen her last. Greyson hated to admit that it actually pained him to be in her presence, because that would require admitting that love is not only extremely real, but even mightier than his willpower. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on a very heated discussion between Eden and the man he’d known she’d been seeing for quite some time, wasn’t sure he’d even alert her to his presence here at all, if he could help it, but here they were. “I have an ethical duty not to lie,” he reminded her, somewhat jokingly. “Trouble in paradise?” It wasn’t his place to ask and he knew it; he should be telling her how incredible the place was, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know.

Lu felt a shiver run down her back at his affirmation, and it turned her on so much knowing he had thought about her like that. It gave her hope that maybe something might actually come from this night. After having liked him for so long, it made her heart and her spirits soar. “I’ve thought about you too,” she admitted, her voice a soft caress as she looked up at him, before she leaned down to lick the length of his cock, her eyes still looking into his. “I’ve thought about doing this for a while now too. I want to make you feel good, Titus,” Lu whispered, her tongue swirling over the tip of his cock before she slowly took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping themselves around his hardness as she slowly started to bob her head up and down his length. 

Lu smiled widely up at him at his words, already so eager and happy to get this chance to make him feel good too. Dragging her gaze away from him, Lu leaned down to press soft kisses against his boxer briefs, taking a moment to pull down his jeans. A hand reached up to rub him through his boxer briefs as she pressed more kisses onto his inner thighs before she sat up slightly to pull those boxer briefs down too, causing her to inhale sharply. Sometimes at night, she’d let her imagination stray to what it would be like to be able to make Titus hard, and how he’d feel in her hand, and in her mouth and Lu definitely wasn’t disappointed. “All for me?” She asked him softly, her eyes looking up at him, shaded in lust and need, as her hand started to slowly stroke up and down his full length. “Have you thought about me? When you jerk yourself off?” Lu quietly asked, biting down on her lower lip as she continued to look up at him, her hand still pumping him slowly. “Have you thought about my mouth, Titus? How it would feel wrapped around your big, hard cock?” She whispered, unable to stop herself from leaning down to lick the tip. 

Lu showed him an excited smile, already so eager to make him feel good too. She was already so turned on that he was turned on because of her, and now that she had this chance to actually do something about it, she was definitely going to make the most out of it. Lu enthusiastically started pressing needy kisses down his neck, moving off of him so she could start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing his hardness through the material, though, letting out a soft moan as she realized just how hard he actually was. All for her. “Can I…?” Lu asked, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes pleading, wanting to know if she could actually touch him with no layer of clothing separating his cock form her hand. “Please, Titus?”

Lu gasped softly at the feeling of him sucking on her hard nipple, her hands moving up to hold onto the back of his head. The thoughts that were going through her head right now were absolutely filthy. She wondered what else Titus could do with that tongue of his, how his hard cock would feel inside of her, how loud his groans could be if she took him down her throat. “Yeah?” Lu murmured, thrilled that he seemed to be as into this as she is and she moaned into the kiss, her tongue playing with his, as her hands roamed his strong back. She continued grinding against him, only pulling away to drag in a breath. “I want to touch you,” Lu whispered, sitting up slightly, knowing she probably left a wet stain on the crotch of his jeans at this point. “Please?”

Lu didn’t know if she was ready to go all the way just yet, but it was conflicting because she also didn’t want to stop. With his nod, she felt encouraged enough to pull away from him slightly to take off her shirt, along with the skirt that had been turned into a belt at that point. She hadn’t needed to wear a bra with what she was wearing, so here she was, straddling Titus’ lap in nothing but her underwear. There was something deliciously filthy about the fact that she was basically naked and he was still completely covered up. Lu felt some creeping shyness that he was seeing so much of her because what if he didn’t like what he was seeing? Gulping slightly, Lu looked into Titus’ eyes, her gaze softening because being here with him right now like this meant she trusted him. So much. Gasping softly at the feeling of being touched, it felt like all her senses were heightened and Lu leaned in to press lingering, needy kisses on his neck, wanting to make him feel good too. “Feel how wet I am?” She moaned softly. “It’s all because of you, Titus,” Lu whispered, moving her hips again, in desperate need of some friction. “Just you,” she continued to say, her voice low before she moved her lips up to capture his again in a needy kiss.

If someone were to tell Lu that her night would end up with her practically dry humping Titus on his car, she would have laughed at them since it sounded so far-fetched, and yet here she was, feeling for herself just how badly he wanted her. Lu wished he could feel how bad she wanted him too, but she knew that wouldn’t go well with the ‘slowness’ he seemed to want. “Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned against his neck as she felt his hips meeting her grinding. “Would you like to take it all the way off?” Lu asked softly, slowly taking off his leather jacket and placing it carefully beside them. She wanted to feel his hands all over her bare skin, even wanted him to touch her through her underwear just so he can know just how turned on she was already because of him, so Lu gently placed a hand of his on her inner thigh, as close to her wetness as she dared. “You can touch me, Titus,” she softly said, biting down on her lower lip. “If you want,” Lu whispered. 

Lu smiled victoriously into the soft kiss, happy to just be given what she wanted – more time with him. Gasping softly at the sudden change in positions, Lu closed her eyes as she felt Titus’ soft lips on her jaw, but when she felt his lips on her neck, she couldn’t help but start to grind her hips against his. Slowly, just like he wanted. Neck kisses had always been her weakness, and the fact that he was now touching her like this just made her feel even weaker. “Just like that?” Lu moaned softly as she continued to grind against him, deliciously slow. She could feel how hard he was, pressed up against her core, and she held onto his jaw, gently moving it up so she could lean it to give him a slow but deep kiss. 

He was hard. He was hard and Lu couldn’t stop thinking about it. The fact that it was because of her just filled her with such excitement and this strong urge to make him even harder. She wanted to be the reason he was feeling excited, for those groans that were so unbelievably sexy. “What–” Lu said, feeling dazed at the sudden loss of his soft lips against hers. She was panting slightly, and Lu bit down on her lower lip as she merely stared at his gorgeous face. “But– but I don’t want to go home yet,” Lu said with a small pout, feeling stubborn. “I want to stay here, and to keep kissing you,” she murmured, leaning in to press a lingering kiss on his neck. “I want my tongue to play with your tongue and have you touch me all over,” Lu whined, feeling bolder than she had ever felt in her entire life. She knew that now that she got a taste of him, she wouldn’t be able to get enough. “I want you, Titus,” she whispered as she pulled away from his neck to look into his eyes. 

Emre and his definite anger were the last things on Lu’s mind right now, not when she finally got what she wanted, feeling Titus’ soft lips against her own. This was so much better than she ever could have thought of in her head and she felt the sudden urge to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream, but the warmth from his hand on her bare skin was enough to remind her this was her reality. At the feeling of his lips parting, Lu hesitantly let her tongue play with his, getting herself into the groove of it as she let his mouth take in all her moans. She wanted to pull him in closer by his shirt, but accidentally moved her hand up his thigh to brush against his crotch instead. “Oh, God,” Lu breathlessly said as she suddenly pulled away from the kiss. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” She started to say before letting out a sheepish laugh, letting it taper off as she took in the sight of him. Those lips, those eyes. Without another word, Lu leaned back in, deepening the kiss already as she buried her hands in his hair. “You’re such a good kisser,” Lu moaned softly against his lips.

Lu knew that they were standing on the precipice of everything changing, but if that was for the better or for worse, she still wanted to do this. She wanted Titus and had wanted him for a while now, so when she heard her nickname in the form of his whisper, heart pounding in her chest, Lu decided to just take the plunge. She knew she’d regret it if she didn’t make the most out of this opportunity and so, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his. Surely, it was just an innocent kiss but the fact that this was something she only thought would happen in her mind, Lu couldn’t help but moan softly against his lips, pressing her chest up against his as she squeezed his thigh over his jeans. She was consumed with how much she wanted him, surprised by her need to feel his lips not just on hers but all over her body and she felt herself growing breathless at the fact that this was actually happening. Feeling a bit braver now, Lu ran her tongue over his lower lip, wanting to deepen the kiss.

“That’s the best kind of guy,” Lu said, pleasantly surprised. She had always just assumed that someone who looked like him would be pulling women left and right, sleeping around and enjoying it, but the fact that that didn’t seem to be the case just made her like him even more. Oh no, Lu thought to herself. As if she needed yet another reason to tend to and grow the crush she has on this man. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she leaned in, gently and nervously pressing her head down to kiss his chest through his collarbone, moving her lips slowly up to his neck and pressing another kiss there. “I’m not going to tell my brother, I promise,” Lu murmured, pulling away slightly so she could look into his eyes, so he can see she was being sincere about this and how much she truly wanted this. it had nothing to do with alcohol, or the fact that she was wearing his leather jacket or the romantic and secluded setting they were in. It had all to do with the fact that she had wanted to do this for a really long time and she didn’t know if she’d ever get an opportunity like this again. “I would really, really like to kiss you now, Titus,” Lu whispered, her hand still on his thigh. 

She was flattering him, and despite himself, he liked it; not many people ever did. By now, his heart was racing, the guilt kicking in. Of course he wanted her, but he couldn’t possibly betray his friend. He was stupid to think this situation was an impossibility, that he could do everything a man trying to woo a woman would do and not expect her to fall for it. Or maybe…maybe that had been his subconscious plan all along. He sucked in air between his teeth at her kisses, his hands itching to reach out and touch her. Titus knew he should push her away, jump off the roof of his car and tell her he was taking her home – the rational part of his brain was screaming at him to do just that. But he was immobilized, because the desire was palpable and she was offering herself on a silver platter after months of imagining this…god he was a terrible friend. He brushed his fingers through her hair, his crotch still very aware of how close her hand was. “Luna…” he whispered to her, but it was less of a warning this time, more like a plea.

“I definitely don’t think so,” Lu said, smiling sweetly at the sound of his laugh. She liked hearing it, and she liked the fact that it was because of her even more. “I’ve never thought of you as someone capable of being boring,” she added, nudging him with her elbow once again. If anything, Lu had always been fascinated by him and not just because of how he looked. She wanted to know everything about him, to hear about his experiences, to see how that mind of his worked, and she knew that was almost impossible with her brother there. “Oh? Hookups aren’t your thing? I always assumed they were,” Lu admitted before feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. “Wait– I think that’s actually the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said about me,” she said playfully. She wanted to be that girl for Titus, but for the longest time, she believed that was never in the cards for them, that she’d forever be pining away after him like a hopeless schoolgirl with a crush. Hope flared within her at his words, though, and Lu decided that if she wanted this to happen, then she had to start it herself. Swallowing thickly, she rested her hand gently on his thigh as she leaned in slightly. “Then maybe you should.” 

She was being sweet, and Titus almost didn’t know how to respond. As nice as it was to hear, he wasn’t fully convinced he was wrong. His brow furrowed at her admission; he wished he was surprised to hear that. The truth was, he’d been burned on relationships and love a couple of times, but he hadn’t stopped believing in it, even after everything. There just hadn’t been anyone he felt he could trust to try again, and he had other things on his plate – right now, his focus had been work, getting his shit together and keeping it together. “Nah, I’m a one girl kind of guy.” He shrugged, never quite knowing how to be smooth or play it off when he complimented someone, so he stuck with what he knew. “It’s just the truth,” he told her, taking a sip of beer. Titus had not expected her next move, and her hand on his thigh felt like she’d stuck him with a iron rod. She’d been drinking and she’d been scared and he came swooping in like some white knight, of course she’d gotten the wrong impression. Maybe…maybe he’d let her, because it wasn’t like it was all untrue, but it was impossible. He swallowed hard, and looked at her with resigned somberness. “Lu, you know we can’t.”

Lu let out a soft laugh at his admission, nudging him gently with her elbow. “Maybe next time, me and my bodyguard could actually do something together then,” she said, smiling widely. “Gotta get you away from your work for a little bit,” Lu teased before biting down on her lower lip. “Does this mean that if I wasn’t your best friend’s little sister, you would?” She asked quietly. She wanted it, especially since she’d had a crush on him for years, and the setting definitely didn’t help. She was full from the pizza, cozy with the view and his leather jacket, and she swallowed thickly as she realized just how close the two were. “Have you?” Lu asked curiously. “Endured things like that? Messy public breakups? Being blackout drunk? Um… hooking up with a stranger?” With raised eyebrows, she smiled softly at Titus before nudging him playfully again. “Yeah? What kinda girl am I then?” 

Titus chuckled softly, an unexpected sound coming from him. “I think I’d bore you to tears,” he admitted, finally reaching for a slice of pizza, deciding he should probably stuff his face for fear he may say something he could come to regret otherwise. He didn’t want to admit that she was right; with her brother gone, Titus had thrown himself into his work, taking on extra shifts and working late almost every day, save for the days he followed her to parties to make sure she made it home okay. But it kept him out of trouble, which was saying a lot as Titus was already riding on his second strike – one more, and he’d be spending a lot more than a night in jail. Her question caused him to look at her directly, really look at her, as he debated whether to be honest about it. Titus hadn’t had enough beers to blame it on the alcohol, but something about everything else, it made him want to tell her the truth. “Of course I would.” Her next set of questions caused him to chug so much of his beer that he finished it almost instantly. “Unfortunately, yeah. I dated a girl who liked the mess. Never again…” he said with a shake of his head. Then, a bit of a smirk. “May’ve had one or two stranger hookups, but that’s not usually my thing.” Again, he looked directly at her. “You’re the kinda girl some guy takes to meet his mama, not the one he dumps at a party.”

Lu always found it funny how her older brother, who was much louder and more outgoing than she ever could be, found a best friend in Titus who seemed like his complete opposite. Maybe that was why she felt comfortable teasing him and being playful with him, because she knew she gets a pass being his best friend’s younger sister and Titus probably endured so much more from her brother. “So, if you’re not out playing bodyguard, what do you usually do at night?” Lu asked curiously before a laugh escaped her lips. “What wrong idea? That you’d kiss me here in your spot? You did bring me here,” she teasingly replied, though her playfulness dimmed slightly as she looked up at him with an almost pensive expression. “Would you?” Lu quietly asked as she scooted closer towards him. 

“I like being around my friends, despite them leaving me behind because they want to hook up. I think… I think it’s also because it’s fun to watch, you know? Not their hooking up but– As of right now, I haven’t gotten drunk to the point where I don’t know where I am or who I’m with. I’ve never hooked up with a stranger, because I don’t think I could ever do that. I’ve been dumped before but it wasn’t in like the overly dramatic way people do at parties and it’s fascinating to see people who do. It’s like I’m… living vicariously through them because I don’t know if I’ll ever experience that – which isn’t really such a bad thing, if you think about it? If I’d be dumped that brashly and rudely in public like that, I’d probably cry for three weeks straight.”

He didn’t really care for questions about himself, mostly because he hated talking himself, and he hated even more to feel vulnerable. Lunara, however, got a pass – there was little about him that she didn’t already know in some capacity, and she was the closest friend he had since her brother left. “I work on my car, work at the shop…” could he sound any more boring? “Just work. Playing bodyguard is one of the most interesting parts of my day.” When she laughed he faced her with a small smile on his own lips, but he lowered his head in near embarrassment because she had a point. But at her question, he looked back to the city below, silently shaking his head. “Maybe, if you were someone else.” 

Titus liked to listen to her talk, he realized, though he couldn’t relate with her sentiment at all. He found it all so dramatic and pointless, and he’d rather chop off his left hand than get involved in other people’s problems. Titus himself had one breakup, his high school girlfriend, and it had been messy enough to keep him from wanting to try love again anytime soon. “You’re not missin’ out on much,” he tells her. “A lot of those people, they don’t ever change. They’re in these cycles of needing attention and being in a constant state of drama, and they drag other people down with them. You’ll be glad one day, that you haven’t endured it. If it stays that way, of course.” He scoffed. “You’re not the kinda girl that gets dumped like that. Trust me.”