Page 7 of Extra Witchy

“Oh my God.” Heat rushed to his face so fast that he almost passed out from having his blood flow divided so severely. “You’ll just say anything!” In a softer tone, he added, “It’s notthatbig.”

But honestly, his cock had an ego, because it swelled more beneath her admiring gaze. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get a handle on his emotions. Embarrassment warred with…pride? Yeah, fuck. It was ridiculous how much he wanted to make this good for her. Memorable, even, in the way he never was.

“That thing should have its own zip code,” she said decisively. “Take it easy on me, okay? I’m not exactly new at this, but you’re packing more than I’m used to.”

With her avid eyes locked on his junk, it took him two tries to get the condom on, and then he nudged forward, tilting her body to meet his first thrust. Taking Leanne at her word, he pushed in slow and careful, pausing at the halfway point when she started to squirm. He leaned in for a kiss, and she nuzzled her mouth into his with a little purr, her tongue swirling around his until his heart kicked in his chest.

She wants this. I want her. It’s all good.

“How am I doing?”

“You want a Yelp review or what?” She grinned and nipped his lower lip.

He’d never laughed so much during sex, yet it didn’t even seem strange.Oh fuck, yes.Once he pushed all the way in, he closed his eyes, trying to get a grip on the unexpected intensity. Trev forgot they were at a party, forgot everything but the woman wrapped around him. She held on while he fucked her, and he moaned because it felt so damn good.

Sometimes they kissed while they fucked, but mostly, he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to keep from yelling while she rolled her hips against him. If he went as hard as he wanted to, he might break the sink and the mirror, and hell if he wanted to be remembered as the dude who wrecked the downstairs bathroom at this party.

Finally, she whispered, “I’m getting close,” and came all over his cock.

The tight clutch of her pussy carried him over, and he filled the condom in panting spurts. His head went gloriously clear—no thoughts, no anxiety, nothing but the endless pleasure of her making him whole. When the orgasm glow faded a little, so did some of that euphoria. What an absurd thing to imagine about a total stranger.

When he was sure he could manage without falling over, he drew back and pulled out. At least he could still deal with a condom neatly. Leanne hopped off the sink, and she wobbled a little. Trev took serious pleasure in that as he steadied her.

“You okay?”

“I’m awesome.”

It should’ve been awkward as hell as they did their best to tidy up in that small space, but somehow it wasn’t. He kept waiting for the punch line or for her to dismiss him, but by the time he buttoned up his shorts, she was wearing a thoughtful look.

“Something on your mind?”

“Actually, yeah. We could stay here and drink, but honestly, I’m not feeling it. I chatted with my girls enough before you got here. I thought a quickie would be enough to take the edge off, but as it turns out, I want more.”

“This is the classic ‘let’s get out of here’ maneuver, then.”

She lifted a shoulder, not denying it. “Basically, yeah. Did you drive?”

Trev shook his head. “I rode with Titus.”

“I had a few margaritas with my mom before I came over, so I got a rideshare. We could pick my car up at my place and get a room somewhere. If you’re interested.”

“You live with your mom?” That surprising revelation made him feel marginally better about his own situation.

Until she shook her head. “She dropped in unexpectedly, wanting to party. Junie is what people call a ‘free spirit.’ By which I mean, she loves inconveniencing me with her whims.”

Relatable.While Leanne looked perfect, her family situation was no better than his, just difficult in a different way. Once he processed that insight, it was easier for Trev to believe she truly wanted to spend the night with him. As he pushed open the bathroom door, a handful of partygoers scattered. “Were they listening to us?” he wondered aloud.

“Ignore them,” Leanne advised. “They’re probably just jealous. Are you ordering us a ride, or should I?”

“I’m on it.” Trev set his hand on her lower back as he eased them through the living room. He flashed a grin at Titus and waved.

If this is my lucky night, I might as well make the most of it.

Chapter 3

Leanne didn’t know the rideshare driver, thankfully.

One pitfall of living in St. Claire was she often got picked up by somebody’s grandpa and then had to listen to a lecture on her questionable life choices. This time, however, she sat in the back with Trev and waited out the ride to her condo. The woman dropped them off at the curb on the other side of the gate, and Leanne’s car keys lived in her purse, so she didn’t have to go upstairs and face Junie, who would doubtless be upset that she was choosing to spend the night somewhere else.

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