Page 145 of The Holy Academy of Witches

“And you’re su-” I cut him off this time, fusing our lips in the way I’d craved for so long. It was better than I could have ever imagined. My skin was heating in the most unbearable way with each pass of our hands over the other’s black clothes. I finally sank onto his lap, groaning at the friction of the movement. Shifting slightly I found the hard outline of his length in his slacks and began rocking against it. Enjoying the strained sounds he made in reaction. I tried rubbing my chest against him with each tease, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Craved the touch of his skin against mine. I fumbled at the black buttons of his uniform, which he hastily began assisting me in. Rather than unbuttoning the whole thing he released the cufflinks and tugged the thing over his head in one smooth motion. Underneath was a dark black tank-top, like the kinds he wore to perform. He went to take that off too and I shook my head. Instead I gestured to the glamoured skin, needing to see the ink I knew was below. It appeared in an instant, and I shamelessly moaned. He leaned back on his elbows as I began tracing a few of the more intricate designs. I enjoyed the way his pupils dilated at my touch, enjoyed the heaving of his chest as I leaned forward to kiss and lick and nip along his neck and collarbone. All the while I made noises of my own, enjoying this angle of friction, and the heavenly taste of his skin. After a particularly loud sound he flipped us, pinning me to the mattress instead.

“You’re driving me mad, Tempest.” He began untucking my shirt and I smirked, nodding my permission before helping him remove the collar and fabric I’d never bothered embroidering. He didn’t waste any time before his lips were on my skin, tracing the same patterns I’d made until I was squirming beneath him, arching up in hopes of further friction. One hand grabbed my waist, pushing me back into the mattress. “You had your turn, now it’s mine.” He ripped his tank-top off, gesturing smugly at my bra. “Shall I? Or would you prefer to lose something else?” My chest was already red though whether that was simply a blush or from the light scrape of his scruff, was anyone’s guess. All I had left were my skirt and underwear that may or may not have an embarrassing pattern on them. I arched upwards again, which he allowed, as I reached to unclasp the bra. I took my time to slowly slide it off my shoulders, all the while drinking in the naked desire I saw in his gaze. It was like a drug, to see him react to my body that way. Each touch, sound, and look a shining barrier against the doubt in my mind. He wanted me.

That thought was punctuated by his pinching and rolling of one of my nipples between his skilled fingers. I let out an ungodly sound of approval, slumping back onto the bed while enjoying the dark chuckle it triggered in him.

“I always knew you’d make the sweetest music. But these sounds, they’re making it so hard for me to take my time.”

“Then don’t,” I panted, already regretting the delay I’d started by exploring him for so long.

“Oh no, I’m not going to stop until I hear your body sing. I want to learn every inch of you tonight. And lucky for us, the night is young.” He leaned down to take the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and pinching in a way that had my hands burying into his silky hair, gripping the strands as I squirmed and gasped. He switched sides and I felt my eyes roll back into my head, the sensations drowning out any doubt or visions until all I could think or feel was the word more.

“More. Cillian, Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please.”

“I love to hear you beg, but no. My name. Say it again, just like before.”

“Cillian.” I breathed.

He rubbed his hard length against my clit and I saw stars.

“Cillian!” I gasped.

“Gods Sage, my name shouldn’t sound that good coming out of your mouth.”

“Why not?” I panted, trying to chase my pleasure against him. He scooted off the bed to stand, taking off his belt with an ease that had my insides clenching and my already hardened nipples hardening further.

“You liked that didn’t you?” He asked as he slowly unzipped his slacks, I watched with bated breath. “We’re going to have so much fun together. I’m going to make you wish you could spend every second in this bed. Show you everything you could have had these last few months if you’d only opened your pretty mouth sooner.”

He made sure to be looking right at my mouth as he let his slacks drop from the floor. Taking my bitten lip as encouragement, his boxers soon followed. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intimidated, but mostly I was desperate for the promises he’d just made. Ready to do anything that might make them come true, especially if it meant he would finally release me from the building tension he’d spent the last however long building.

“Come here. I need to feel that magical mouth of yours.”

I sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed. He stepped closer, his hands inching into and around my curls as he brought his tip to brush against my already swelling lips.

“Don’t be afraid, just open up and I won’t go too-” He descended into swearing as I opened wide and took him into my mouth. I was no pro, but I’d watched enough porn to know what to do. Bobbing up and down his length I took him as far as I could, hollowing out my cheeks while sucking. I let my drool drip freely while twirling my tongue around him, enjoying the mumbled praise as his grip in my hair tightened to the perfect edge of pain. I lost myself in it, enjoying the mindless pattern while the pressure in me lessened to a bearable level.

“That’s enough,” he gasped, tugging my head back before dropping to his knees before me. “Now it’s your turn, let’s see how wet you are for me.”

He flipped my skirt up, taking in the evidence of my arousal. My legs began to close instinctually, suddenly worried about him removing the thin barrier of my underwear. I hadn’t been anticipating this moment, I had no idea what I looked like, what I should look like. Would that ruin this for him? Would it ruin it for me?

“Talk to me, Sage.” He whispered, allowing me to close my legs while he looked on, completely comfortable kneeling in the nude.

“I just… I didn’t know we would… I’m not… smooth down there.” I gulped, my face heating with the unfamiliarity of this situation. Were there rules I was breaking by vocalising these worries?

He stood, laying at my side instead, propping his head up before gesturing down his own figure, “Are you disappointed with how I look?”

“No! No you look, you look… Gods you’re perfect.” I stumbled, turning to face him in my haste to be reassuring.

“Would you expect me to look a certain way? Reject me if I didn’t? Wasn’t ‘smooth’ enough?” He gestured to the patches of chest and pubic hair I’d barely noticed.

“No, of course not.”

“Then why should I feel any differently?” He asked softly, reaching forward to trace the line of my jaw, following the line of my neck down, but rather than going further down he traced the line of my shoulders, dropping down my arm until we could clasp hands again. I felt warmth spread from his touch, one that started as one of comfort and safety and transformed back into one of tingling pleasure and need.

I shifted closer to him, shivering as my chest lightly brushed his. He stayed completely still save for a soft squeeze of our entwined hands. Leaning forward I pressed my lips to his again while drawing his hand beneath my skirt. He willingly began tracing lazy circles over my underwear. Reaching down I slid them off, leaving the skirt for now, before resting my leg on his waist. He broke our kiss to wet his fingers, winking before continuing to circle and tease with his hands while ravenously devouring my mouth. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I needed more. I dug my foot into his waist, trying to bring him closer to my entrance.

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