Page 6 of Extra Witchy

Here, though? In the bathroom?

Everything was getting scrambled. She bit his lower lip, drawing a moan from him, and when he shifted his hips, his stiff cock nudged her. Trev tried to jerk away, but she chased that contact, glorying in the confirmation that he was into this, even if it wasn’t happening like she’d expected. Leanne had figured he’d have his hands in her panties by now, but he seemed so tentative that she had to break the kiss to ask.

“Um. You’ve done this before, right?”

“Hooked up in the bathroom at a party? Never.”

She laughed softly. “Not what I’m asking. This can’t be your first time.”

Quickly, Trev shook his head. “Am I that out of practice?”

“It wasn’t a complaint.”

“I’m still having a hard time processing that this is actually happening,” he confessed. “I’m not the guy, you know? I’m the sidekick. I can’t believe someone like you even looked twice at me, let alone wants this. My body is on board, but my head is confused.”

“If you’re not ready or you have doubts…”

Dammit, it sucked, but she had to let him change his mind. She stepped back, but Trev followed, his eyes catching fire. In this light, they glimmered like topaz. To her astonishment, he lifted her onto the sink.

“I didn’t say ‘stop.’ Idowant this, Leanne. Shit, that’s probably not even the right word. ‘Need’ is closer, if I can say that without weirding you out.”

“Need is fantastic,” she whispered, just before he kissed her again.

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This is happening.

Trev touched her just so she wouldn’t see his hands shaking, and once he felt her warmth on his palms, his nerves steadied. Once, he’d been careless, quick to act, fast to forget, and it didn’t matter as long as it was fun. Maybe he could relive those moments of freedom, take a taste of what this woman offered. Her choice still didn’t make sense to him, but he didn’t care.

Her mouth was sweet and lush with a fruity tang. Mango? And tequila. She sank her hands into his hair and tugged as he kissed her neck. Her head fell back, her riotously red hair spilling down her back as she closed her eyes. Their earlier kisses hadn’t smudged her lipstick, a magic he couldn’t begin to fathom. Leanne breathed faster as he ran his teeth over her throat, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer still.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

He’d stopped carrying them around years ago. Keeping one in the wallet was ridiculous and optimistic, a relic of the high school boy who’d thought sex could happen anywhere, anytime.

She laughed lightly and opened her purse. It was a small clutch, only big enough to hold her phone, lipstick, some cash, and a handful of condoms. “I come prepared.”

“Was that a pun? Wait, maybe don’t answer that. It might diminish the mood.”

“Who says banter has no place in the bathroom?”

“Uh, pretty much everyone.” He hesitated. “There’s not a lot of room, and—”

“Let’s cut to the chase. I’m in the mood to fuck, and I want to get on your dick. It doesn’t have to be more complicated.”

The sheer honesty of her words settled in his cock, and suddenly that was all he wanted too—to get out of his head and live in the moment. A gorgeous woman asking to fuck?Yes, please.Confidence kicked in. Once upon a time, he was good at this. Before Sarah, multiple people used to hit him up for booty calls when there werelotsof other options.

“Lift your ass,” he said.

She complied without a flicker of hesitation, and oh yeah, he liked that. Trev rolled her skirt up, grazing her thighs with each careful motion. Her skin was incredibly smooth, lightly tanned, and she practically burned his fingers the higher they went. The heat from her sex was palpable, her panties already wet with excitement. He traced up the center, watching her face the whole time. Leanne’s eyes went hooded, and she let out a shivering breath.

“That’s it,” she whispered.

He pulled them off entirely and tossed them over his shoulder then shucked his bottoms. There evidently wasn’t a shy bone in Leanne’s body; that would change when Trev started fucking her. With eyes round as saucers, she stared at his cock until he shifted uneasily.

“What?”

“Holy shit. I’m pretty sure you’re legally obligated to advise potential partners that you’re bigger than a bread box beforehand.”

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