Page 42 of Warrior Witch

His jaw dropped, and I hesitated, wondering if I should just hope for the earth to open up and swallow me whole. My vagina and I really needed to have a chat. The problem was, the more I read about Melisande’s men, the more it felt right to pursue the impulses I felt around certain new friends.

Even Bruin. Dammit.

As we stood in silence, my plea hanging in the air, Hendrix’s face went through an array of emotions. Shock, confusion, a brief glimpse of something not so nice, and then he cocked his head, brow furrowed as though he were trying to solve a complex puzzle.

When I couldn’t stand the silence any longer, I stepped back out of his grip, an apology perched on my tongue.

The movement seemed to snap him out of whatever was going on for him, though, because my “sorry” was interrupted by his “take what you need from me.”

We both froze.

My palms started to sweat as I huffed a small laugh. Why did he make me feel so awkward? Sure, he was crazy hot, but so were Ranto, Bruin, Kylen… damn. My libido was turned up to one hundred.

“I shouldn’t have… I mean… really?”

He dipped his chin, reaching for my hand. Ugh. Sweaty hands. I subtly wiped them on my shorts before accepting his offer and let him lead the way over to his tent. This was really happening. As we passed through the campsite, visions of my time with Ranto flashed through my mind, adding to the nerves that squirmed in my belly.

“Can I touch you?” I blurted.

He paused, one hand on the tent flap.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

He waved me inside, and I hurriedly dropped to my knees to crawl in. There wasn’t much room to move once the outside world was shut out, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as he joined me, sitting back on his heels so his head wouldn’t brush the roof. I reached across the space between us, hand hovering just above his chest as I waited for his reaction.

“Take what you need from me,” he repeated, wrapping a large hand around mine and pressing it to him firmly.

At first contact, I knew I needed more. With very little finesse, I reached for the hem of his shirt, shamelessly stripping it from his body so I could press my hands to his skin. He shivered under my touch, emboldening me to explore further. Lower. I tilted my chin up, silently asking for his lips as my fingers brushed against the waist of his jeans.

The first brush of his mouth against mine was a barely there tease that set us both alight. With a groan, his arms wrapped around me as he speared his tongue past my lips, licking and sucking in a way that left me feeling thoroughly owned. Not to be outdone, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips before diving back into the kiss. His hips rocked up into me, and I gasped at the friction, still a little sore from my time with Bruin on the cliffs. But right now, all I wanted was more of Hendrix. I needed to feel closer to him.

“I want to taste you.”

I’d been thinking of it since Ranto outed him the night before. The idea that our noises could get him worked up to the point of release made my pussy weep. I kissed down his torso, nipping at his skin as my hands made quick work of his button and zipper.

“Yes,” he hissed as I dipped a hand into his underwear and wrapped my fingers around his length. The swollen, purple head disappeared beneath my fist as I pumped him slowly, watching his eyes cloud with lust.

“Is this what you did when you heard me with Ranto yesterday?” I asked.

His hips jerked, unable to get far underneath my weight. Shifting off him, I got comfortable on my belly and dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock. The bitter, salty taste of precum hit my mouth, and I sucked gently on the plum-shaped head.

“Is this what you imagined while he made me cum?”

He nodded. “Yesterday. And today.”

“Naughty boy. Were you watching me with Bruin?”

He studied me through hooded eyes, chest heaving. I wondered where he’d watched us from. Had he enjoyed it? The thought of him watching us from the shadows sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Did you like watching him fuck me?”

“Yes.” The word hissed through his teeth, and I rewarded him by swallowing his cock.

Pressing hard with my tongue and giving just the hint of a scrape with my teeth, I worked him hard, relishing the grunts and moans that escaped his sinful mouth. I may be a blathering mess around him ninety-nine percent of the time, but I’d always been confident in the bedroom. Making my partner feel good satisfied me almost as much as a good orgasm.

When I glanced toward his face again, he was half sitting up, eyes fixed on where my lips stretched around his impressive girth. I popped off and gave him a cheeky grin before diving back down, relishing the rough curse that fell from him. A few moments later, his breathing changed, and he cupped my jaw gently in his firm hand.

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