Page 27 of The Curse

“Nicodemus didn’t let me...” He stopped talking for a few seconds and then corrected, “Nicodemus was afraid to let me take him physically. I’m…I’m not sure if he was concerned about the physical discomfort or if there was something else holding him back.”

I frowned, suddenly one hundred percent sure that I didn’t like me as Nicodemus very much at the moment. I don’t think ‘old’ me treated Corbin very good. That, of course, left a nasty taste in my mouth. “Listen, I’m getting mad at Nicodemus, which really, in a way, means I’m getting mad at myself, so let’s end this conversation.” I looked around the bed and then asked, “Is there a seat belt for me? I’m not sure what kind of driver you are, Mr. Hargreaves.”

“No seat belts required. I’m a perfectly safe driver.” He frowned and scratched his chin. “Of course, it’s been a hundred years since I last flew this thing, but I doubt that’ll be a problem.”

“Nah, no problems with that,” I agreed excitedly. I would have agreed to pretty much anything at that point. I couldn’t believe I was about to get to fly, even if it was on a bed. There were bed linens hanging from the sides of the canopies, but the top of the bed was completely open. Since we’d been talking, the sun had gone completely down, and twinkling stars were in the sky, winking down at me. Even though I'd been afraid of heights for my entire life, I’d always felt a desire to be able to fly. Seeing that Nicodemus jumped off a cliff and plunged to his death explained my fear of heights. I had a feeling Corbin was about to show me why I loved the idea of flying. “Ready for take-off,” I teased, immediately feeling like a total fool.

“Me too,” Corbin answered as he wrapped his arm around me.

We were propped against the headboard, our legs entwined. My cock was wide awake and wanting to play. His was rock hard, and, I hoped, wanting to play hide and seek.

“You get us off the ground, and I’ll take care of the rest,” he said. My excitement plummeted. Me? I couldn’t do a vertical jump very well, much less levitate this damned bed off the ground. What in the hell was he thinking? Had being trapped in that mirror fried his brain cells?

“Uh, yeah, about that,” I began. “That’s your thing, not mine. I’ve got zero skills when it comes to magic. How about you make us fly and I’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had?” I had a funny feeling that beating Nicodemus at blow jobs was going to be a breeze. No, I’d never given one before, but knew exactly what I enjoyed and, unlike Nicodemus, I wasn’t afraid of a cock. Nope, not at all. Especially Corbin’s cock.

“Concentrate and lift the bed off the ground, Nico,” Corbin said in a patient,not-patient, voice. “I’m not asking you to fly us across the moon, just get us off the ground.”

“I can’t, Corbin. Stop wasting time. I’m horny. I need to feel that thing inside of me. End of story.” I gave his hard cock a tug as I talked. Fuck…it felt so fucking good—like iron wrapped in silk. When I finished my gripe session, my hand stayed right where it was.

“Get us off the ground, and you’ll get the blow job and the fucking you keep referring to,” Corbin promised. “You’re much stronger than you realize, Nico. You simply lack the focus to perform…”

The bed jerked and then steadied. Unable to believe that I’d actually accomplished moving the bed at all, I leaned over, pushed the bed curtains aside, and then gasped when I saw we were hovering along the rooftop of Corbin’s gothic mansion. Hovering. The second I realized I was levitating the bed, we started crashing toward the earth with such ferocity that I nearly tumbled right over the edge. I would have if Corbin hadn’t grabbed me and hauled me tightly against his chest. In a split second, he’d taken over and the bed, courtesy of magic, was moving higher and higher.

I’d never been more mesmerized in my life. After about fifteen minutes, I whispered, “Can people see us?”

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. “No, love, they can’t see us. There’s a cloaking spell on the bed to hide it from mortals.” He leaned in closer and said, “They can’t hear you either, so whispering isn’t necessary.” He nibbled at my bottom lip. “As a matter of fact, you can make as much noise as you like.”

“Ha-ha,” I replied with a punch to his upper arm. “Why do you change the colors of the bed, then? I noticed you making the bed and linens match the color of the sky earlier.”

“The cloaking spell works with mortals, but some witches, if they tried hard enough, could see through it, especially now while I’m weaker. I thought you might enjoy some privacy from prying witch eyes.”

I flung him down on his back and straddled his chest. Testing my magic, I twirled my finger and made the bed linens disappear. To my amazement and I have to say, to my delight, it actually worked. Looking down at him, I said, “Listen to me, Corbin. You can drive me down to the busy beach, plant me on my hands and knees in front of the biggest crowd Marblehead Cove has ever seen, and fuck me right then and there, in front of everybody, if that’s what turns you on,” I told him. “Thisdigging dudesis totally new for me, but, babe, believe me when I say I’m all on board with letting the whole world know I belong to you and you belong to me.”

As I straddled him, his cock, hard and hot, was burning the crease of my ass. If I leaned up just a little, positioned myself just right…

Before I could move, Corbin had flipped me on my back and was straddling me, a sultry look on his gorgeous face. “Are you certain you’re interested in me…taking possession of your body?” he asked, almost shyly.

Well, his tone and words sounded shy. The lust in his eyes was opposite of all things shy. I focused on those eyes.

“I only have one question about that, Corbin,” I told him.

“Yes, I’ll be gentle, love. I know this is your first time,” he said softly.

“Nope, not looking for gentle,” I countered. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for over a hundred years. Gentle is off the table. I only wanted to make sure you could drive this bed and drive my body at the same time.”

His eyes locked with mine and the intensity swirling in those depths made me squirm beneath him. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before, with such love and devotion. The love, shining so brightly, made me long for the memories of Corbin and Nicodemus’ brief love affair. I loved Corbin and knew he was my soul mate, but I felt like our past had been stolen from me. I wanted to feel all the things Corbin was feeling right now, and I hated Morgan for taking those things away from me.

“I love you, Nico,” he whispered. “I’ve always loved you. Thank you for the gift you are about to give me.”

I squirmed again, feeling warm all over. “My ass?” I tried for humor and more than likely failed.

“Nicodemus never could, but you seem so…willing. You have no idea how much your eagerness calls out to my soul.”

His lips found mine and his kiss started out seductively slowly as explored every inch. He teased and then tormented. He tasted. All the while his naughty tongue was working on my mouth, his even naughtier hand was…exploring. At first, it had been an innocent touch to my jawline, a soft caress that made me quiver with desire. The hand moved lower, tweaking my right nipple and then pinching it lightly. I nearly came off the fucking bed when he did that. Hell, I would have if his body hadn’t been pinning me to the mattress. Our cocks were lined up perfectly, dancing against each other and the heat of both felt like it was one level above smoldering. His fingertips danced even lower, teasing my stomach muscles and toying with my hip bone. I felt a seductive caress against my cock, and then it moved even lower to give my balls some attention. Chicks tended to steer clear of the balls, like they had no idea how badly they craved attention, too. Corbin knew exactly how to touch, tease, and twist. By the time his wicked hands had made it to my ass, I was moaning and writhing with an enthusiasm that I should have found embarrassing. Hell, what did I care? I was flying in the sky--who was going to see or hear me? With that thought, my back bowed a little more and my moans grew louder.

When he slid a thick finger inside me, I felt a moment of discomfort, but it was quickly overshadowed by a burst of pleasure when he hooked his finger and stroked my prostate. “Fuck, Corbin!” I yelped in shock. “That feels…hell, there aren’t words for how good that feels.”

He chuckled softly, but never stopped his assault on my mouth and ass. After a few minutes and a couple more fingers, I was begging him to fuck me. Literally, begging. Incoherent words of begging. I knew what I was trying to say, but I wasn’t sure he could decipher the point I was trying to get across to him in this unknown language I was suddenly speaking. All I knew was that if I didn’t feel him inside of me within the next few seconds, I was going to self-combust. Every nerve ending in me was tingling and burning.

When I felt him line his cock up with my hole, I almost wept tears of joy. Sure, I knew there was going to be some pain or discomfort involved, but I also knew that I would never be complete until Corbin was inside of me, claiming me…owning me.

“Make me yours, babe,” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to force him inside me. “I’ve waited nearly a century for this.”

He pushed inside of me, breaching the snug entrance and not stopping until I felt his balls bounce against my own. I’d expected some pain. I’d been certain of some discomfort. There’d been no doubt that there would be pleasure. It wasallthose things, but so much more. When Corbin was buried as deep as possible, memories flooded my mind and heart. Snippets of Corbin laughing at something Nicodemus said, or racy visions of us kissing or me fucking Corbin, or, the most beautiful of all, peaceful segments of us sleeping together with our limbs entwined.

My hands moved to grip the globes of his ass and I held him there as memory after memory danced inside my head. We’d decorated the house together. We’d talked about getting a pet. Hell, we’d tried a little bondage.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Corbin’s husky voice demanded. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, love. I’ll stop,” he assured me.

“Don’t you dare try to stop this,” I yelped. “Memories, Corbin. I haveourmemories.”

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