Fake Dating a Witch

Chapter 17

SIRONA

I huff out a startled laugh. I don”t know why I”m surprised at his words. It”s not as if we don”t both know that”s exactly where this is leading.

”I think that would be lovely,” I say.

He raises his eyebrows. ”Lovely? It”s going to be a lot fucking more than lovely.”

Feigning nonchalance, I shrug. ”Prove it.”

With a sound somewhere near a snarl, he lifts himself over me. My legs spread immediately, making room for his body.

His cock is trapped between us, the root pressing against my still-pulsing clit. It feels so good, it startles an ”Oh” out of me. Almost of their own volition, my hips rock against him.

His eyes roll back in his head. ”Ooohhhh.”

This is going to be so fucking good. Already today, he”s given me two of the best orgasms of my life. And I”ve never had a problem coming twice in a session, so I fully expect a third. The one a few minutes ago nearly made me pass out from the intensity. He”s already the best sex I”ve ever had, and we haven”t even gotten to the penetrative part.

I do love oral sex, though. Sometimes more than penetration. But I already know it”s all going to be incredible with him.

He pushes up to balance on one hand, the other fisting his cock as he lines it up with my body. Then, with a frustrated noise, he pulls back a few inches. ”We need a condom.”

I close my eyes, lift my hand, picture a condom on his cock, and snap. When I open my eyes, he”s wearing one.

He looks up at me, then back at his cock. Me, cock. A few more times back and forth. ”How did you...?”

”I could explain the finer details of conjuring, or you could put that inside me, and I can explain later. Your choice.” Please choose later.

”Good point.”

He lines himself up and starts to press inside. My breath catches as he groans.

It”s been so long since I had sex with a man, I”d almost forgotten how intimate this moment feels. That first time he works his cock inside me, my body opening to accommodate him. As much as I want to close my eyes and sink into the sensations, I can”t. His gaze is locked on mine, and I can”t look away.

He brushes his hand over my cheek. ”Sirona.” My name is barely more than a breath from his lips and it”s never sounded more beautiful. ”So good.”

I can only moan in response as he reaches the hilt, his cock stretching me open, his groin resting against mine. We line up just right for me to be able to roll my hips in a circle and create pleasure so intense I see stars dancing in my vision.

He sucks in a breath. ”Do that again.”

I do and his face contorts in what almost looks like pain. But I know better.

”That”s so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”

He definitely likes to drop f-bombs more than usual during sex.

”You do too.” I wrap my legs around his hips, feet resting on the backs of his calves.

He still hasn”t moved inside me, not since sliding in. I”m close to squirming, forcing him to move. I need the friction. My clit is throbbing, aching for the stimulation. The simple weight of him isn”t enough.

”You just going to lie there? What happened to fucking me until we can”t move?” I try to make my voice teasing, but it comes out breathless. My breasts are flattened between us, heaving with each ragged breath I take.

”Give me a minute. If I move right now, it”s not gonna last.”

I huff out a breathy laugh.

He lifts his head to look down at me, eyes shining with lust. His expression is so hungry, it sends yet another pulse of arousal between my legs. Involuntarily, I squeeze him, and he groans.

”I don”t think I”ve ever wanted someone as much as I want you right now,” he says, voice lower and more guttural than I”ve ever heard him.

”You know, you literally have me.” So to speak.

His nostrils flare. ”No, hadn”t noticed.”

My lips twitch as I try not to smile. How can we be having this conversation? How can we be having any conversation when he”s buried inside me?

”I really need you to fuck me soon.” I smooth my hands down his back and cup his ass cheeks, pulling him into me further.

He hisses out a breath. ”I can”t promise it”ll last. But I”ll make it up to you. Because I guarantee we”re doing this more than once tonight.”

I raise my eyebrows. ”Oh, you guarantee, do you?”

He wrinkles his nose at me, then presses his lips to mine. And as his tongue starts fucking my mouth, his hips start to move. He pulls back just a little, then slides back in. The next pull back goes a little further and slams back into me a little harder. Back and in, back and in, until he”s fucking me in earnest.

There”s no more talking, no more teasing. Just grunts and moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together. That sound alone cranks my arousal up a few more notches.

”Fuck, Sirona. You”re amazing.”

I manage a whispered ”yes” in response. Pleasure engulfs me, nearly overwhelming me. My body pulses and writhes, seeking even more sensation. I run my hands up and down his back, cup his ass cheeks, trail my fingers up his sides.

When I get to his armpits, he winces and huffs out what could be a laugh. So he”s ticklish. Good to know. But I won”t use that knowledge right now; it”s not the time. I cup his cheeks and kiss him again. It”s sloppy and hungry and so incredible.

Divine. That”s what this sex is. It”s on a whole other plane than sex I”ve had before.

And in just a few weeks, it”ll be over.

I shove that thought away. It has no place here. I shove all thoughts away and just feel.

”Too.” He thrusts hard and deep. ”Close.”

I”m getting there, but I”d wager I”m not as close as him. ”Touch me,” I say.

He drops his face into my neck, nosing through my hair until he can kiss me there. As he does, he slides his hand between us. His fingers graze my pubic hair, tugging a little, heightening everything.

Then he”s right there, pressing on my clit and rubbing in a perfect circle. Sharp pleasure shoots through me.

”Faster.” I thrust against his fingers as he slams his cock into me and rubs my clit faster, like I demanded.

We”re both panting now as the peak approaches. I”m so close, hovering on the edge.

I pinch my nipple, and it”s the spark I needed. The orgasm tears through me as we continue to fuck, heightening everything.

”Oh, fuck, Sirona. That feels amazing. I”m going to—” His body stiffens as he comes. My pussy throbs around him as he pulses inside me.

I cling to him, still thrusting, drawing out the ecstasy. My fingernails dig into his back, surely leaving marks. I can”t imagine he”ll care.

I pinch my nipple again, arrowing one last jolt of pleasure to my clit.

Slowly, the sensations roll back, leaving me limp and exhausted. His body goes slack above me, and I join him. My legs stop gripping him, my arms fall to my sides. My neck releases and I sink back to the mattress.

”Sorry if I”m crushing you.” His voice is muffled from my hair, in which he”s buried his face.

I consider stroking his back in reassurance but don”t have the energy. ”You”re good.” He is heavy, but I like his weight on top of me. He does need to deal with the condom, but it can wait a moment.

”You did keep your promise,” I murmur. Even talking in my full voice feels like a monumental effort.

”What promise?”

”You fucked me until we can”t move.” My breath is still coming heavy, my heaving chest the only part of me I can move.

He laughs, his breath tickling my neck. I shiver. He”s not the only one of us who”s ticklish.

”I should get rid of the condom.”

”You should.”

He makes no move to get up and I don”t attempt to push him off me. Long moments stretch out between us, my brain drifting, not really thinking about anything. Which is unusual for me. My brain is usually running at Olympic sprinter speed.

”It”s just you feel so good. And I”m not sure I have a skeleton anymore,” he says eventually.

”Pretty sure you do.” But I don”t quite feel like mine is solid right now either.

With a groan, he reaches between us, withdraws himself from my body, and gets up. I lift my head to watch as he moves across my room, completely naked, to my bathroom.

”Trash is under the sink,” I tell him.

My head drops back to the bed, and I find the energy to scoot up, so I”m lying on the pillows. I”m still warm from our exertion, so I don”t bother with the blankets.

He steps out of the bathroom, then stops. Stares at me.

”What?” I ask. I”m not doing anything strange, and I don”t think I have a third breast coming out of my forehead or something like that.

”You”re so fucking beautiful.” His gait is lazy as he moves to rejoin me on the bed.

He stretches out next to me, each of us on our sides facing each other. He draws his thumb down my side, up over my hip, then rests his hand there. His smile is gentle as his gaze searches my face.

”I think I”m supposed to say that was worth the wait.”

I raise my eyebrows. ”Are you?”

”Seems like it. But honestly, this was so amazing, I”m kinda mad we waited. We coulda done this two weeks ago when we went camping. And several times since.”

My instinct is to say we have plenty of time to make up for those two weeks. But the truth is, we don”t. He leaves in something like three weeks. And then this is over.

His fingertips brush my cheek. ”Hey, what”s wrong?”

No need to burden him with this. Surely it”s on his mind too. But we don”t have to focus on it. ”Nothing. Just lamenting our missed time too.”

”Come here.” He draws me into his arms and helps me settle against his side. My cheek rests on his shoulder, and I”m once again amazed and a little sad over how well we fit together. Over how natural and right this all feels.

I don”t want him to go.

I can”t say it out loud. Because of course he”s going to go back to Chicago. He doesn”t know his surgery will fail.

He”d know if you told him.

Great, Koko is here for our afterglow party. I was obviously too distracted to realize she followed us upstairs.

I don”t respond to her because I don”t want Grant weirded out by her being here. But I”m sure she can tell I”m thinking I don”t know how to tell him, that I don”t want to be the one to crush his dream. And that anyway, now is hardly the right moment.

The longer you wait, the angrier he”ll be that you didn”t tell him what you know.

I don”t really have to tell him at all. He”ll find out himself when he has the surgery, and it doesn”t fix his hand.

We have such a short time together, it”s hardly worth ruining by telling him I know secrets from the deities.

Maybe there is a spell.

What?

Ask Nana. She hasn”t taught you everything she knows.

I want to let out a little scream of frustration. Why is Koko bothering me with this now?

”What”s wrong? You got all tense.” He wraps his arm around me to rub my back.

No point lying about this. ”Koko is in here and being a pain. But now she”s going to leave me alone and go to sleep.” I raise my voice for that last part and aim it over my shoulder toward the cat bed I made her.

Yeah yeah. Good night. To both of you.

”She says good night to both of us.”

Grant”s mustache twitches like he”s trying not to laugh. ”Good night, Koko.”

After a moment of silence he says, ”I never thought I”d have a cat who communicates with humans as part of my post-coital experience.”

”Welcome to dating witches.”

The words are out before I realize what I”m saying.

He gives me a quizzical look. ”Dating? Is that what we”re doing?”

Panic flares in my throat. ”I mean, you know, fake dating.” I don”t want him to think I”m trying to get him to be my boyfriend for real, or that I want something beyond our expiration date.

Sure, a part of me is starting to want that. But in the sense that I want him to miraculously stay in Owl Cove. I don”t want to be in a relationship with someone who lives several hours away. Especially someone who works a surgeon”s schedule.

”Cuz it kinda seems to me like we”re dating for real. Doesn”t it?” His expression is guarded, so I can”t tell if that”s a good thing or not.

I bite my lower lip, thinking.

Then I decide to hell with it. I”ll be direct. ”It does. Is that what you want?”

A flicker of something ghosts across his expression, but it”s gone before I can decipher it. ”I mean, I guess, yeah. We go on dates. We”re having sex. That seems like it meets the definition of dating. Doesn”t it?”

I let myself smile. ”Yeah, it does.” A girlish bubble of excitement swells in my throat. ”So does that mean Grant Humphries is my boyfriend?”

He gives me an odd look. ”Yes, that would be what that means.”

I giggle. ”Once again, fifteen-year-old Sirona would absolutely not believe where my life is right now.”

”Gotta say, I”m really more interested in thirty-one-year-old-tomorrow Sirona.” He rolls into me, sliding his arm around my waist.

I place my hands flat against his chest. He”s got just a dusting of hair, the perfect amount. ”Don”t worry, she”s pretty happy with things right now too.”

He kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose. ”Good.”

I lean in to kiss his lips, a sweet, gentle brush of my mouth against his. I feel when he smiles against me.

Then he pulls me in closer, our bodies pressed together from head to toe. ”What do you say we take a nap?”

”It”s eleven at night. You want a nap?”

”Yeah. We need to rest up for round two.”

Just the idea of it has me throbbing and clenching between my legs. ”That sounds like a lovely idea.”