Page 52 of The Trouble With Spells
It took him about two seconds to find his bobbing rhythm, his hands grasping both cheeks of my ass and pulling me forward. He sucked and slurped my length, spittle slipping down his chin. His eyes never left mine, and with a shaking hand I reached down and removed his glasses, placing them in the shirt pocket for safe keeping.
Legs spread wide, I fucked into his hungry mouth, moaning when he gagged, his gorgeous eyes tearing up, but he didn’t pull back. In fact, he doubled his effort, sucking harder, his tongue running over my slit and the underside of my mushroom head, before he swallowed me down, down, down.
“Fuuuuckkk!”
His throat felt never ending, and then I was shooting straight down it, my hips jerking with uncoordinated movements.
Callum sucked me through my orgasm, his hands clenching and unclenching on my ass, as he swallowed every last drop he wrung out of me.
The pounding on the door intensified, the wood swaying with the force of the fists hitting it. Our five minutes were definitely up, though I didn’t think he had gone much over the time limit. I had come shockingly, embarrassing fast.
Hauling him up by his arms, I kissed him deeply, tasting myself mixed with him. His nimble fingers tucked my flaccid cock back in my pants with a grin.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out his glasses and placed them gently on his face. “I don’t think we’re going to find what we came looking for, but I don’t even care. Let’s go home.”
“To your place?” he asked, trying in vain to tame his hair from where I had tugged on it.
Entwining our fingers, I gave him another kiss, this one featherlight, barely brushing over his lips. “No, home. Your place.”
Chapter Twenty
Callum
We were walking out of the club, when Michael pulled his phone out of his back pocket, frowning.
“Something wrong?” The cool air made me shiver after the heat of the club.
“Derek has called me a bunch of times,” Michael frowned. “It might be important. Give me a second?”
“Of course.”
He moved us away from the crowd that was still waiting to be allowed in. To give him a bit of privacy, I moved a few steps away, careful to make sure I stayed close enough that I didn’t cause him any pain.
“That guy you’re with is a dick, just so you know.” Spinning around, I stared at the small,colorfully dressed man.
“Excuse me?” My eyes narrowed on him; pretty sure I knew who he was.
“He’s okay in bed, but he’ll toss you out right after he comes. Some fucked up rule about not sleeping with someone or something. Just warning you.”
“You!” At the hissed word, he turned back to face me. “It was you.”
Grabbing him by his elbow I ignored his high-pitched screech. He shook his arm, trying to break out of my grasp. “Let go! Are you nuts?”
Michael hurried over, having heard the commotion. “You! We need to talk to you.”
The other man’s lips turned up in a smirk. “Hello handsome, how’s your luck been?”
We had attracted notice, and I implored Michael with my eyes and a jerk of my head to head down the sidewalk away from the crowd.
“Walk,” my voice was low in the man’s ear, “now.”
He did what I said, not that I gave him much of a choice, my grip holding him fast. When we were away from prying eyes, I let go of him. Pointing my finger, I demanded, “Tell me what spell you used.”
His eyes widened a fraction, flicking between me and then Michael.
“It was nothing, just something to give him a bit of bad luck.” He still had that damn smirk on his face, andI had never wanted to punch anyone as much as I wanted to punch him.
“Break the spell,” I ordered, “now.”
