Fake Dating a Witch

Chapter 15

SIRONA

”Come with me for a minute.” Grant wraps his hand around my wrist and guides me away from my family. He”s got a gleam in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter. He glances over his shoulder at me and looks positively ravenous.

Oh wow.

We don”t talk as he leads me off the festival grounds and into the forest. We”re not on a path, just traipsing through the underbrush.

”Where are we going?” I ask, hushed. Using my full voice doesn”t seem right.

”Here”s good.” He swings me around and into his arms, my body bumping against his.

With no preamble, he takes my mouth. Kisses me like he was about to lose his mind if he didn”t get to kiss me. Kisses me with all the hunger and desire that”s built between us these past few weeks.

And I kiss him back. We”re wrapped around each other, devouring each other. His hands go to my ass and pull me against him. He”s hard, so wonderfully hard and pressing against me just where I want him. Where I”m throbbing for him.

”Yes,” I gasp as he trails his lips over my cheek and pulls my earlobe into his mouth. My whole body is shimmering with lust as I rock against him.

He moans in my ear, and it sends ripples of electricity over my skin.

We”re moving. He”s walking me backward until we hit a tree. I”m too blissed out to take notice of what kind, I just know the bark is rough on my back, scratching the exposed skin. Probably getting pieces in my hair. But who the hell cares when Grant is sucking on my neck?

His hand finds my breast and we both sigh. Through my elastic sundress top, my nipples are hard and sensitive. I arch into him.

”Need you,” he murmurs as he pulls down the top and exposes my right breast. Before I can process the air on my greedy skin, his mouth is there. He sucks my nipple between his lips, teasing with his tongue. Sharp desire spikes through me, centered between my legs. I”m grinding shamelessly against his cock. Desperate for friction.

Desperate to come.

Still teasing my nipple with his talented mouth, his hand starts lifting my skirt. It”s ankle length, and flowy, so there”s a lot of fabric to work with. It feels like an eternity before he finds the bottom hem and raises it.

His fingers skim over my thighs, and they go weak. Without Grant, without the tree, I would collapse. I”m arching into his mouth, spreading my legs for his hand, panting as he works my body.

Some small part of my brain knows this is risky. Yes, we”re in the forest and off any path someone might walk. But we”re still in public. Still where anyone could catch us.

The thrill of it shoots to my core, my clit throbbing. I don”t want to get caught, but the idea that we could is arousing.

Every so lightly, he trails his fingers over my panties. Barely touching me, giving me just enough contact to crave more. At the same time, he pulls back from my breast, blowing over my straining nipple.

”Grant.” It”s a gasp, a moan, a plea.

”Tell me what you want.” His voice is low and gravelly. Normally he has an attractive, pleasant voice. But now, now it”s the sexiest thing I”ve ever heard.

I know he knows what I want. How could he not, the way I”ve been dry humping his cock? He knows what I want because he wants the same thing. But I love that he”s making me say it.

”Make me come. Please, I need to come.” If the bizarre happens and he refuses me, I”ll stand here and masturbate myself. I can”t go back to the festival this turned on.

Fortunately, his lips curl into a devilish grin. ”My pleasure.”

”Mine too,” I manage. Then a long groan comes out of my chest as his hand slips inside my panties.

”So wet.” He presses his lips to the crook of my shoulder, his breath teasing sensitive skin.

”Yes,” I moan.

He cups me, his large hand enveloping my entire mound. My pussy lips are closed, preventing the exact fiction I need on my clit.

”More,” I gasp. ”Please.”

”Fuck, that”s hot.” He rocks his hand back and forth. It feels amazing, but it”s not enough. ”Beg me some more.”

”Please, Grant. Touch me where I need you.”

His fingers slide between my lips, fingertips teasing my entrance. Then they glide forward and he presses on either side of my clit.

I arch into him as the sharpness of the pleasure races through me. His fingers slide back and forth, back and forth, rubbing just next to my clit. It”s exquisite. I could do this forever.

”Tonight, Sirona,” he murmurs in my ear as his fingers continue to work me.

I”m so blissed out, I can barely process his words. They”ve lost meaning. Nothing means anything except my building orgasm. It vaguely occurs to me to ask what about tonight, but the thought never reaches my lips.

Instead, my lips find the shell of his ear and start nibbling.

He moans.

The orgasm continues to build inside me, tension coiling tighter and tighter. I”m rocking against his fingers, angling my hips to find just the right spot that will send me soaring.

”Tonight, fuck the guest room. I”m sleeping in your bed. We will be naked, and we will fuck. Multiple times.”

His words crank everything tighter, higher. I picture him above me, pumping his cock into me as pleasure just like this consumes us both.

”Yes.”

”Tonight, it won”t be my hand here.” He presses the heel of his palm just above my clit and a whole new angle of pleasure shoots down my legs. ”It will be my cock.”

”Yes.” He”s perfect. He”s touching just where I need, moving his hand in perfect time with my hip movements. ”I”m going to come.”

It”s his turn to moan. ”Yes.” He lifts his head, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me. Watching me with dark intensity.

”I need to watch your face when you come.”

I manage to nod, and then everything inside me detonates. I hit the peak like running into a solid wall, and it throws me high, waves cresting, and I have to close my eyes again. Glitter rains through my mental vision as my hips continue to grind against his hand, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy. I”m vaguely aware that my nails are digging into his back and I”m panting his name.

Before I come down, his mouth is on mine. Once again, he devours me like a starving man. I still feel limp with pleasure, so it”s all I can do to kiss him back. But he takes over enthusiastically. I lift my hand to his face and cup his cheek, his whiskers tickling my palm.

My breast is still hanging free from my sundress, my skirt is around my waist, and his hand is still between my legs. Yet the kiss transforms into something sweet, almost reverent. I can”t explain it, but it feels like he”s worshiping my mouth. Worshiping me.

Slowly, he draws back, removes his hand from my underwear and lets my dress fall back to my ankles.

And then, in a move that makes me want him all over again, he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks on his fingers. He maintains eye contact the entire time, as he makes a show of licking them clean. My pussy throbs anew.

”Damn,” I bite out. ”You”re really working to make me leave the festival early, aren”t you?”

His middle finger comes out of his mouth with a pop. His gaze never leaves mine. ”The thought did occur to me.”

I smile faintly, then glance down at where our bodies are pressed together.

The way he”s tenting his shorts is obscene. My mouth waters.

I press my hand against his hard length, and he sighs deeply.

Lifting my mouth to his ear, I say, ”I don”t think I can let you go back to the crowds like this. There are children present, and you are not fit for public consumption at the moment.”

His lips brush my bare shoulder. ”You make an excellent point. We should probably do something about that.”

”We could hang out and talk about politics for fifteen minutes. I”m sure that would take care of it.”

He huffs out a startled sound that isn”t exactly a laugh. ”I suppose you”re not wrong. But I had something else in mind.”

So do I. But I want to see what he”ll do. ”Oh yeah?” I keep my expression as innocent as possible.

His hand covers mine, and he presses it more firmly into his cock. Slowly, he moves me up and down so I”m stroking him. I get a flash in my head, a picture of his shorts around his waist as I jerk him off. Of him coming on the forest floor. And it”s hot as hell.

But it”s still not what I want.

”How about this instead?” I ask, and drop to my knees.

He sags back against the tree. ”Yes. Fuck yes, Sirona.”

I love the way my name sounds in his gravelly lust voice. I don”t ever want to stop hearing my name like that.

Wait, what?

No, that is not at all what I need to be thinking about right now. Or ever. Because in a few weeks, this is all over.

I shove the thoughts aside and attack his belt. A few smooth moves and it”s open, then I undo the button and slide down the zipper. I can see the contour of him straining against his gray boxer briefs.

And I have to, so I lean in and kiss his cloth-covered cock. Run my tongue along the length.

”Yes.” His hand goes to my head, resting there. Not guiding me, just keeping that connection.

He arches so I can pull his shorts down, letting them pool around his ankles. I love how naughty and forbidden this feels, with us half-clothed as we get each other off. My pussy is throbbing again, and it wouldn”t take much for me to go off a second time. But I can wait.

Tonight, Sirona.

Yeah, I can wait for tonight. It”s going to be amazing.

I slide my hands down the back of his underwear, cupping his ass cheeks. They”re firm and soft and I could grab his ass forever, were it not for the cock pressing against my lips.

He gasps my name and fists my hair. My scalp prickles, a not unpleasant sensation. I”ve never had my hair pulled before, but given that it”s got my nipples straining again, I think I might like it. I”ll have to mention it later.

Finally I pull his boxer briefs down, his cock springing out and bouncing against my nose. It”s so unexpected, I giggle.

”What?” he asks, voice even lower now.

I drag my finger up the underside of his cock. ”Nothing. He”s just got a mind of his own.”

He makes a low noise in his throat, akin to a growl. ”Right now, he”d very much like to be in your mouth.”

I grin. ”What a nice coincidence. My mouth would like that too.”

He makes the sound again, and it”s such a turn on, it takes all my restraint not to lie down on the hard ground and beg him to fuck me.

Tonight. Tonight I will have this beautiful cock inside me. Inside my pussy, to be more precise. Because right now, it will be inside my mouth.

I run my tongue around his head, and he makes a sound that is both desperation and relief. I”m smiling as I suck him between my lips.

His hand tightens in my hair and moisture runs between my legs. My panties were already soaked, but now it”s on my thighs. It”s so tempting to slide my hand between my legs and get myself off while I suck him.

But anticipation is a beautiful thing. Part of me has been waiting to have sex with Grant since I was fifteen. I can wait a few more hours.

Well, several, since it”s mid-afternoon and there”s no way I can slip away before eight.

I shove away thoughts of time and my desire, and focus on him. He”s leaking a slow stream already and I lick it up, swirling my tongue round and round his head as I suck on his length.

”I”m not gonna last, babe. Your mouth is fucking heaven.”

Maybe some other time I”ll tell him heaven doesn”t exist. But now is definitely not the right moment.

To keep myself from playing with my clit, I reach between his legs and cup his balls. They”re high and heavy and the soft, pliable skin feels good against my palm.

His hips start to move, thrusting into my mouth as I move up and down on him. My other hand grips the base of his shaft, twisting and squeezing.

”Fuck, this is so good. Jesus, Sirona. You”re fucking amazing.”

I know he”s talking about sex. It”s obvious he”s greatly enjoying his blow job.

But a tiny corner of my heart wishes. I don”t even know what exactly it”s wishing for. That he meant I”m amazing, just me, apart from sex? That I make him feel amazing all the time? I don”t know.

I just know it”s a foolish corner of my heart. I know Grant likes me. Grant is attracted to me. But we”re nothing more than fake boyfriend and girlfriend, and friends transitioning to friends with benefits. For a few weeks. That foolish corner of my heart squeezes, wishing it were for longer.

But the rest of me is not going there, so I ignore it. I redouble my efforts on Grant”s cock. Sucking harder, squeezing tighter.

He”s chanting my name now, along with the words ”yes” and ”fuck.”

His cock gets impossibly harder in my mouth, and I know he”s close. My pussy throbs in anticipation. I”ve never been this turned on going down on someone before.

”Shit, I”m coming, Sirona. I”m—” He cuts off on a long, low groan as his cock pulses and the first spurt of cum hits the back of my mouth.

I suck harder, pulling him tighter as he continues to come, his hand twisting in my hair and his cock pulsing against my tongue. Expletives spew from his mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but my mouth is full, and a little dribbles out the side.

He goes slack, sagging against the tree. I lick him clean, then slowly release him from my mouth. I leave the extra cum on my chin, just to see what he”ll say.

He”s panting as I get to my feet. I take a moment to take him in, naked from the waist down, shorts and underwear around his ankles, hair disheveled.

He looks positively delicious.

”You”re damn good at that,” he huffs out.

My cheeks heat at the compliment. ”Thank you. And happy birthday.”

His hand limply reaches for me. ”Thank you.”

I lace our fingers together and snuggle up beside him. This tree is my new favorite tree, a witness to our desires. I look up into the branches. Maple.

Thank you,I silently tell it. I have a sense it is honored to have played a part in our activities this afternoon.

”You”ve got...” He lifts his hand and uses his thumb to wipe away the cum on my chin.

For some reason, this gesture softens something inside me. It feels more tender than I”m sure he intends it to be. I”m clearly starting to buy into our own story, of how we”ve fallen in love hard and fast.

”We should probably get back before someone comes looking for us.” His breath is still coming faster than normal.

I use my free hand to attempt to tame his dark hair. I made a disaster of it when we were kissing. ”You probably need to pick bark out of my hair.”

He nods, staring up into the branches of our maple. ”You know…”

When he doesn”t go on, I say, ”Yes?”

”It”s entirely possible, given how much this just now wrecked me, that one or both of us isn”t going to survive tonight.”

I chuckle. ”It does seem like a possibility.”

He looks at me, the hunger in his gaze dampened but not gone. ”But damn. What a way to go.”