Page 15 of Handcuffs and Hexes

She sagged against me, her body molding perfectly against mine as I explored her soft curves. She was perfect. I palmed her ass, squeezing the full cheeks and hauling her to press against me at the edge of the counter. My shirt had fallen open, and her perky nipples pressed against my chest, the thin, silky shirt no match for it.

Fuck! She was so perfect.

Hazel might resist me with her words, but her body accepted me readily. Her fingers clawed needily at my shoulders, and her hips moved against mine, rubbing against the erection that was now tenting the front of my pants.

When I pulled, she pushed. We were on fire as our lips and bodies danced on the knife’s edge of want and desire. I wanted her. Needed her. Fuck! I couldn’t wait to be pumping inside her.

But I wanted Liam to be here for that. Maybe we could use his cock as a gag as I fucked her. The thought had so much blood rushing to my cock that I felt lightheaded.

When I released her lips, she made the softest sound of disappointment.

“Don’t worry, Sweetcheeks, I’ll take care of you.” I caught her by the throat, squeezing just enough to show her she was going to be mine.

Caught in the swirling magic that was starting between us, I kissed my way down her body, my mouth skating over her breasts and down to her belly. Her eyes were closed now, and her lips parted. Her fingers were tangled in my hair, greedily pushing me lower. Everything felt out of control, but also very right. I didn't care how fast this was moving; I wanted to give her all that she needed and not an ounce less.

“Do you want me to continue?” I asked, my breath fanning her lower belly. “Would you like me to go down on you?”

She inhaled sharply. I knew how she felt. This lust between us was heady and magical, and it was near impossible to think.

“Say it. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy.”

She let out a soft whimper. Ah, so she wasn’t used to naughty words. This was going to be fun.

“Come on, Gorgeous. You’ve got to tell me what you want. Use your words.” I reached down between us to run my fingertips up and down her slit, teasing her.

“I want you to lick me.”

“Lick your what?” I grinned. “ And remember to say please.”

Hazel’s face reddened fetchingly. I bet there weren’t many people who’d seen this side of her. I loved it.

“My pussy. Please.”

I grinned, triumphant, then guided her gently down to the counter. I trailed a line of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She closed her eyes, lips parted, breathing shallowly as I shoved the billowed silk shirt up and out of my way, exposing her to me. Each breast was a perfect handful as she arched into my touch. When I caught a tight, pert nipple in between my lips, she whimpered, the needy sound chasing tingling frissons down my spine.

Her hips bucked, leaving a line of wetness up my belly and probably all over the front of my pants too. Her fingers were tangled in my hair now as I gave each peak their due attention, suckling them in turn.

“Please,” she whimpered, impatiently pushing my head lower.

I skipped over her belly, going for the kill, licking her from the bottom of her slit to her clit, and was rewarded with a hissed, “Yes!” I found her clit easily and circled it several times before plunging two fingers into her soaking channel. She was tighter than I’d expected, and after only a few strokes, her channel started fluttering around me, and the taste of her exploded on my tongue.

Chapter 8

Hazel

Iwasgoingtohave to add his talented tongue to the list of things I hated about Seth, even though right now it was making me scream in pleasure. His fingers? I hated them too. I hated the way they curved up as he fucked me, finding my G-spot effortlessly and turning me into a moaning, gasping, crying mess as I pulsed around his thick digits.

Most of all, I hated how easy that had been for him. It was never that easy, not even with myself. Seth must be cheating with magic.

The air around us seemed to shimmer like it could feel everything I felt. Seth was kissing his way back up my body now. He had one hand down the front of his pants while the other was still on my thigh.

I realized I also hated how much I wanted to kiss him now and taste myself on him.

“Oh man, Liam’s going to be so jealous.”

Seth’s words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

What the hell was I doing? Seth and Liam were a couple! All this started because Seth wanted to make up for a kiss. But now... what had we done?

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