Page 16 of Spellbound
“Settle down,” I said. “I’ll take care of you.”
I wanted to lick him all over, and I was well on my way. My tongue was everywhere up in his most private areas. When I licked right over his sweet little hole, he almost lost it, and he had to stuff a pillow in his mouth, and I told him to bite down on it to stop his screams of pleasure from waking up the whole house.
“But nothing has ever felt that good before,” he moaned in my ear. “Not ever. I’ve had that done before, but it wasn’t thisgood.”
Well, fuck, he shouldn’t have told me that. I flew in anger because Ihatedanyone being there before me. I needed to take him straight back to my bed and keep him there naked for days, for weeks, or maybe months—hell, forever. I’d teach him every damn thing he needed to know from here on out and erase the memory of those other men from his mind. I could have just used my magic to erase their memory, but my way would be more fun.
When our lips touched, it was like an electric shock ran right through me. God, this had to be a spell, because nothing else explained it or even came close. I pulled my head back a moment to look down at him, and he opened those gorgeous eyes and gazed up at me like he was in a daze.
“Did you do something?”
He looked up at me in confusion. “What would I do? What do you mean?”
I bit his nipple and then kissed and licked it thoroughly as he groaned. “Why do you look like this?” I asked, my tone savage and angry. And that’s when he angled his chin up, closed his eyes and puckered up his damn little lips, asking me to kiss him again.
I kissed him all right. A slow, dangerously captivating kiss that succeeded in invading every corner of his body, staking claim to every part of him, but here’s the hell of it—it staked claim to me too. Everything I had to offer, including the parts of me I’d tried to pretend didn’t want him—it was all his. I felt my body trying to melt into him, heat and pressure building up to an almost unbearable level.
“You’re too good looking. I don’t like the idea of anybody else looking at you.” I brushed my lips over his. Maybe I’ll put you in a veil, along with your cock cage.”
He laughed and I wondered if he thought I was kidding. My cock dragged over his stomach, and he got excited, judging from the noises he was making. He arched up toward me and I kissed his mouth, a long dirty kiss that made him cry out against my lips. His legs went around my waist, and he ground his pretty dick against mine. Where the hell had he learned to do that shit? I was racked with jealousy. I flipped him over to his stomach and gave his little ass a couple of spanks like I’d wanted to since I saw him endangering himself by walking on that road. I stretched out over him, nestling my cock between his thighs. He began humping the bed and pleading with me “to do something.”
I got up to my knees and found his tight little hole with my fingers, and I painted it with my precum. It would have to be enough for him. I dipped a finger inside to torture him a little. He twisted and moaned and cried out beneath me, trying to convince me to fuck him for real, but this was all I’d give him for now.
“Fuck me, Ben. Please,” he whimpered and cried, but I kept my fingers inside him instead, searching for his prostate. I found it and at the same time I used my other hand to find his cock. I began driving him just as crazy as he’d made me since I saw him in those damn cut offs all those years ago. I drove him relentlessly toward an orgasm, and I was determined to give it to him. There was enough yelling and begging involved that I had to muffle the noise coming from his room.
“Say my name when you come,” I taunted him.
A little later, with my name and his screams of pleasure ringing in my ears, I flipped him back over, so I had full access to his cock. He clung to my shoulders and begged me even harder to make love to him, but that wasn’t what I wanted yet. I wantedto bring him to another screaming orgasm. I sucked him down instead and watched him come apart in a shivering, straining orgasm that made him almost lose consciousness. He was only able to do this much because he was so young. A little grunt escaped him as I stretched the length of my body out over his. I picked up his spent cock in my hand. “Who does this belong to?”
“You,” he sighed.
I leaned over and bit gently down on the lobe of his ear.
“Good. Now you remember that. No more men for you.”
He laughed like he thought I was joking, but the joke was on him, because I wasn’t.
I turned him over on his stomach and started in on him with my tongue again in his tight little hole, sliding it in and back out, fucking him with it. He screamed out his pleasure and couldn’t stay still. He was babbling something, but it didn’t make a lot of sense, as he squirmed and begged and whimpered.
I reached around and simply touched his dick, and he went off an incredible third time like a firecracker again, though he’d come so hard before that only a weak trickle came spilling out in my hand. His magic had been responsible for that. I hadn’t thought he’d be able to come again at all, so I was impressed and held him tightly all through it and cradled him in my arms when it was over.
After, we lay in each other’s arms, with me giving him long, slow kisses, our hands laced together and sweat drying on our skin from the breeze coming through the open window. He turned into me and buried his face against my neck. He was sound asleep in minutes.
I stroked myself a few times and then before I wanted to, I began coming too, in juddering, convulsive pleasure. After it was over, I lay exhausted, trying to catch my breath, damp, sticky and boneless.
After a little while, I swung my legs off the bed, as he lay on his back, snoring softly. When I got up, I went quickly to the door and turned to look at him one last time.
“Stay asleep. There’s nothing outside your window.Nunc sule adventa. Adventa sule.”
That would seal his room from harm and help him stay asleep. I closed the door, hearing thunder rumbling overhead again, ever harder than before. By the time I got to my room, the windows rattled as the wind suddenly picked up and hurled the rain against the house. I supposed the storm was back with a vengeance. I got back in bed and lay listening to it raging outside, thinking of Asher sleeping peacefully down the hall. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to get back to sleep. I could smell his sweet, musky scent on my fingers. Pulling the pillow over to hug it close in my arms, I made myself go back to sleep.
Chapter Six
“Everyone deserves a chance to fly.”
~Elphaba,Wicked
Asher
