Page 88 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
"God, yes."
"Are you gonna try and win this one?"
"Hmm..." His tongue was so distracting. But then I cleared my head. Focus, Hales. Focus. The damn man had my hands trapped behind my back like a big fat cheater. I'd have to use something else to persuade him. I pulled apart my legs and straddled one of his thick, muscular thighs. And then I started to slowly grind onto him as we kissed. Not hard enough or fast enough to make myself come, but just enough to soak my panties underneath my skirt, just enough for him to feel the heat and friction.
I started to moan, pouring it on a little bit, hoping he was one of those guys who liked little mewling sounds.
Malcolm's kisses got harder. He nipped my bottom lip. Yes, it was working. I held in a smile. I could beat him--even with both hands tied behind my back.
That's when one of Malcolm's hands abandoned my wrists and snaked up to trace around my nipple.
My head fell back, and I forgot to grind for a moment as the sensation filled me. I closed my eyes and just waited for that moment when he'd tweak my nipple and send lightning bolts down my spine.
But Malcolm didn't tweak. I opened my eyes to glare at him and he simply smiled. I wriggled, trying to free my hands from his hold. But I couldn't.
He grinned. I gritted my teeth and tried to shove my breast further into his hand, but he lowered it completely, setting it on my hip instead.
"You bastard," I cursed him.
Without hands, I decided to use the next best weapon in my arsenal. I stole my mouth away from Malcolm's and instead spent a moment sucking on his pulse. It was racing, which made me smug. He wasn't nearly as in control as he liked to pretend.
I licked down to the edge of his shirt and then leaned forward even farther, forcing Malcolm to drop my hands as I bent at the waist. I quickly reached around to grab at his pants and undo the button. But that was as far as I got before he locked my wrists to my sides. But at least they weren't behind me. I could work with that. I straightened and went back to kissing Malcolm, to letting our tongues dance.
Slowly, I rotated my wrists in his grasp until I could point my palms at his legs. and then, taking a page right out of his book, I trailed warm, summer-like sunshine over Malcolm's crotch.
When he moaned, I felt like a fucking queen. A fucking queen. I'm thefuckingqueen. I laughed inside.
Until ice formed on the tip of my nipples.Oh shit!It melted quickly, Malcolm transformed it into water, and it soaked the front of my shirt as he took me from cold to hot. My nerve endings sang and cried at the same time. It was pain and butterflies, and it left me panting.
I bit his lip hard in retaliation and yanked my hands out of his grip, latching back onto his hair. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, games forgotten, burning need replacing every other thought in my head. I pressed hard against Malcolm, rubbing my panties over his hard bulge until he walked me backward and dumped me onto the bed.
Malcolm's eyes were rabid, uncontrolled; he looked like I'd never seen him before. He yanked on my shirt and I had to help him pull it over my head. He didn't even bother taking off my bra, he just shoved the cups down under my breasts and let them prop up my mounds. His mouth sank down and devoured me, swirling and flicking until my hips rose and I rubbed against his body like a cat in heat.
"Enough," I growled, shoving him off. I grabbed the base of his shirt and tugged upward. He didn't help, just laid there while I struggled to unwrap my prize. His perfect torso, chiseled abs and pecs with just the tiniest bit of blond hair. And freckles. Malcolm had freckles on his chest. I had to kiss every single one. I bent forward to do just that, kissing each precious spot as my hands reached down and traced Malcolm's bulge through his pants.
Malcolm gave me a minute to worship him before flipping me back over onto my back. He knelt in front of me and flipped up my skirt. He slowly dragged off my pink lace panties. And then he propped each of my legs on his shoulders. "Remember, the game is whoever comes first loses." He grinned. And then his mouth latched onto my clit.
"Fucking cheater!" I moaned, but I didn't mean it. Because he sucked gently on my sensitive folds before running his tongue down and up and down again, priming me. His tongue was warm and wet, and he kept it flat and soft against my sensitive skin. I had to fight not to writhe against him. I wanted to shove his head further into me when he lightened the touch of his tongue. But that's when he brought his finger up to play with me.
Malcolm heated the tip of his finger with his fire power, in the way only he could. He dragged that warm fingertip over and across me. He dipped it inside, and I howled. It felt like my pussy was steaming--so fucking hot I started to clench even though he wasn't even pumping his digit into me.
I screamed my disappointment as I shoved him off me and took control again. I straddled Malcolm and undid his pants with shaking fingers because I was so close to orgasm, because I was so furious that I'd been denied—that I'd denied myself so that I wouldn't fucking lose this game. I roughly yanked his pants off, saying, "You'd better have a damned Anti-Conception Amulet in your pocket."
"Of course, I do," Malcolm smoothly reached around my struggle to get his pants worked off and pulled the glowing green amulet out of his pocket. He set it above his head on the bed.
"Thank fuck," I growled, because I didn't want to have anything between us. I got Malcolm's pants down, only to realize his stupid shoes were in the way. I decided he didn't need his pants all the way off. I'd just ride him.
I crawled back up the bed and mounted Malcolm like a good little cowgirl. I didn't sink onto him right away, instead I teased the head of his dick, running it slowly up and down my sopping length until we were both breathless. Then I lifted my hips and sank slowly onto him. I had to pause halfway down because he was longer than I expected.
His hand came up to my cheek. "Don't do anything that hurts, Shakespeare. Okay?"
I pressed my cheek into his hands. "You're sweet."
His eyes were dark and serious. He whispered, "Hayley, I need you to ride me now. And I need you to come.”
I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his face. “Yeah?”
Malcolm reached up and fondled my right breast as I sank even lower on him. “Yeah. If we come together, nobody loses.” His other hand sank to my hip and started to shoot heat across my thigh, pulsing tiny threads of heat.
