Page 73 of Bonds of Magic
“Please don’t start with that again. You know I want you. And I’m pretty sure by this point that you want me, so…”
His cheeks went an adorable shade of red as he said that, but his fingers tugged at the neck of my T-shirt. He might be embarrassed, but he was also determined.
“I want you,” I told him. “God knows, I’ve tried to fight it, but I do. But that doesn’t mean this is a good idea. I can’t—”
“Give me what I deserve, or whatever noble idea you have running through your head. But I’m telling you. I. Don’t. Care.”
My heart was a knot of conflicting emotions, and every thread I tried to pull loose only tightened it further. Heshouldcare. He did deserve more. He’d already admitted to being uncomfortable about what he wanted. His head wasn’t on straight.
But pulsing through that knot was the strong, steady beat of my desire for him, and it obliterated all my other objections.
“This is just physical,” I said, my voice thick with need and regret. “You can’t expect anything more. You understand that?”
As an answer, Cory’s hands moved to either side of my face, and he pulled me down for a kiss. I slid on top of him again as his tongue teased mine. I didn’t want to crush him. I had eight inches and a lot of pounds on him, but God, it was hard. My body ached to press against every bit of him. The little touch of skin on skin where our shirts rode up set off sparks inside me.
His hands slid to my waist, running underneath my shirt. I broke our kiss long enough to pull his hands free, then took his mouth with my own. I didn’t want him to think he’d done something wrong. But I also didn’t want his hands to go any further.
Besides, I had more important things on my mind. Ever since that night at the Balsam Inn, I’d been trying to forget the sight of Cory’s cock, hot and hard, springing up from a thatch of light brown hair. Not the biggest I’d ever seen, but it suited him. And I was positive I could take all of him in my mouth, make him feel things Sean couldn’t dream of doing.
I could feel Cory’s hardness pressing against my groin. I brought a hand to his waist, then hip, then palmed across to his front. I kept it there, on the border between the hem of his sweater and the top of his jeans, aching to go lower but keeping it still.
“Is this okay?”
After what Cory had told me about Sean, I wanted to make sure everything I did tonight was something hewanted. Something he’d look back on with pleasure instead of regret.
He nodded, and I nipped at his lower lip. “Say it.”
His cheeks flushed again. “Yes, please.”
The word ‘please’ came out deliciously needy, which only stoked my desire. I could listen to him say that word for hours. For days.
I crushed my lips against his as my hand finally went lower, stroking his cock through his jeans. He bucked against me, pressing himself forward, and I was torn between a desire to chastise him and the desire to have his cock in my handnow.
Nowwon. I undid his fly and smiled at the tent in boxers. I stroked over the cotton fabric, the warmth of his skin heating my hand.
He whined, his hands on my shoulders, fingers pressing into my skin as I teased his cock. He hipped up again, and I had to stifle a laugh. It was possible he wanted this even more than I did. Except there was no way that could be true. Nothing could top how badly I needed him.
I slid my fingertips under the waistband of his boxers. “Still okay?”
His gray-blue eyes were heavy-lidded with desire. “God, yes, please,” he gasped.
A frisson of pleasure ran down my back at that word again. I dipped all the way underneath the fabric, feeling his cock in my hand for the first time.
He was perfection. His skin was warm and slightly damp from sweat. His cock pressed upwards, and I wrapped my hand around it, feeling his girth against my palm. My hand covered the entire shaft, leaving the tip poking free of my fingers.
Cory was uncut, and he moaned in pleasure as I teased his foreskin. Fuck, I could get used to that sound. His cock was the perfect size for my hand, and he was so responsive to every little touch.
“You’re perfect,” I breathed, pulling back from kissing him so I could look into his eyes. “Do you know that? Perfect.”
He blushed again. I would have been happy to dedicate the rest of my life to making him blush.
He was leaking precum, and I used it to slick my hand as I stroked him. He whined in pleasure as I teased his slit, then ran my fingers around the tip.
Hewasperfect, but this wasn’t enough. I kissed down his neck, sucking the delicate skin into my mouth as he moaned. I kissed his Adam’s apple, his collarbone, then looked up at him.
“I want to taste you.”
That brought an even more delicious shade of scarlet to his cheeks. I caressed his cockhead again.
