The Luna Choosing Game



Nicholas licked his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as I held onto his shoulders, fingers curling into the tight, slick fabric of his wetsuit.

He stepped closer to me, boxing me in against the door. I was pleasantly trapped, with the hard wood at my back, and his firm torso lining my front, pressing into my softness.

He tasted like salt water, but then so did I. We probably both smelled like it too. Though the water in my hair had dried, I still felt like I looked like a wet cat.

Nicholas didn't seem to mind, not with the fervent way he was kissing me. And if he didn't mind, I certainly didn't mind, easily losing myself to the passion of the kiss.

His hands moved away from the door and found their way to my hips. With his thumbs, he teased along the edge of my panty line, right where my swimsuit ended and my sensitive bare skin was exposed.

It tickled just as much as it sent fire blazing to my core, so I shivered against the feel of his exploratory fingers.

He smiled against my mouth. "You're trembling," he said, sounding pleased with himself. As he should, I supposed, since he was making me feel so much with just a little, tiny touch.

"You know why," I whispered.

He hummed. I thought he might continue to tease me, but instead, his attitude shifted. The smugness to his smile fell away, but not the smile itself, which added warmth.

"You did well today. You acted like a trained diplomat," Nicholas said, voice low. "I am very... proud."

He pressed his hips up against mine, and I could feel just how very... something he was.

"Let me show you how proud of you I am," Nicholas said.

It was a bad line that probably should have made me laugh, but the sentiment behind it had my heart racing instead. He had praised my diplomacy. He hadn't done that before. Diplomacy was a necessary skill for the Luna.

Could it be that he was beginning to see my value as.. a Queen?

No, that couldn't be. One good day in front of foreign royalty did not fully translate into being able to help lead a nation. I was getting way too far ahead of myself. I needed to slow down.

But my heart would not listen to reason. It simply took the compliment and twisted it into hope.

Maybe this could be a turning point. Maybe I actually could stand a chance in this competition.

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Nicholas stepped back, giving me room. I inched forward, and then he leaned down and scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. If he was a merfolk, I'd be touching his gills for sure.

I thought Nicholas would take me to the bed, but instead he carried me toward the bathroom.

"Nick?" I asked, raising a lone brow.

"You deserve to be pampered," he said.

He set me down on my feet just outside the shower. Then he reached it and turned on the hot water.

A prince taking such good care of a commoner? What would the kingdom knew if they could see us now?

Pity they would never know. It might help them see Nicholas in a brighter light.

Though I was more than happy to keep Nicholas all to myself. I really didn't like to share.

With the water on, Nicholas returned his attention to me. He slid his hands around me, finding the ties that held my swimsuit together. He'd already removed it once, so it took zero effort for him to remove it again. In seconds, the ties came free, and the swimsuit slipped down the length of my body.

The shells of the suit clinked against the tiles of the ground. I hoped they didn't break. I wanted to hold onto that suit as a memento, if nothing else.

Nicholas gripped me by the waist, and physically lifted me up and out of the suit on the ground. He carried me into the shower and placed me down again, a sexy show of strength. My mouth was watering.

"You need to get naked too," I reminded him. He planned on pampering me? I was ready to pamper him right back.

"Oh. Don't worry." His grin sharpened a little, looking boyish and mischievous. He stepped back out of the bathroom, found the zipper of his wetsuit, and then slowly dragged it down, revealing inch after delicious inch of his skin.

With the zipper to his waist, he tugged the wetsuit down off of his wide shoulders until his entire chest was bare. He seemed to flex, puffing his chest more than normal, as if he was putting himself on display for me.

I was eager to look, to appreciate every inch of that raw masculinity he showed off.

He pushed down the wetsuit over his hips. When his rock hard dick sprang free, my mind went blank for a full few seconds.

"Like what you see?' he teased.

I blushed, having been caught staring at his impressive length. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him naked, not by a long shot, but each time felt a little like the first. He was so mouthwateringly handsome that my brain always needed a restart upon seeing him naked.

The wetsuit totally discarded, he stepped into the shower with me. I reached out for him, but he clucked his tongue and motioned a tiny circle with his finger.

I turned my back to him, obeying.

He slipped into the shower at my back. He reached for the shampoo, and then, after a

moment, I felt his sturdy fingers rubbing the shampoo into my scalp. After the shampoo, came the conditioner.

Once both of those were rinsed from my hair, he lathered up his hands with soap and began to carefully clean every square inch of my body.

He was careful but thorough with his ministrations. Quickly, I was putty in his hands. Closing my eyes, I rested back against his chest, as his hands reached up mine. He traced his hands along my abdomen, and then up to my breasts.

I moaned wantonly, but he did not linger his touch there, to my great disappointment. Instead, he merely cleaned me and then rinsed me. Despite my intentions to pamper him too, he'd turned me into goo by then, and I'd lost some of my ability to concentrate.

He quickly cleaned himself instead, while I leaned up against the tile wall of the shower, watching.

His dick was still hard for me. His eyes were all over my body even as he hurriedly cleaned his own. He was rinsed in record speed, then he turned off the water and reached for me.

Kissing, we stumbled out of the shower. He started to lead me, dripping, away from the bathroom.

I broke the kiss to laugh and reaching back, I snatched a towel off the towel rack. Undeterred, he continued to coax me toward the bed. His arms wrapped around me. His lips devoured mine.

I tried my best to dab at us both with the towel, though, admittedly, I was very distracted by

other things.

We both must have been.

Else we might have noticed when the door to the room clicked open.

We would have stopped before we heard a gasp.

At the sound of the gasp, we pulled apart enough to both look toward the door.

There, Bridget stood, staring at us with wide eyes.