Chapter 18
Wes
Driving was a test in my resolve, with her hand on my thigh and her thumb stroking so close to my cock I could feel the vibration her nail made against the fabric of my pants.
Every touch electrified my cells. Made it harder to control my breathing.
It didn’t help that my tattoo burned like a motherfucker the whole way back to her place.
I wanted it to be as exciting for her as she made it for me, but this woman wore sex appeal like she wore her dress. And she was wearing the fuck out of her dress.
My body burned and I didn’t look, but I imagined my tattoo glowing with fire dancing at the edges. Nothing would sate the hunger for her. Nothing but Livvie herself. It had been building for over a week, and I was going to explode if I didn’t taste her soon.
I wanted this first time with her to be special, memorable, not the frenzy I needed, not the chaos my body craved, not the pounding of her body it would have taken to quench my hunger, but my dick was aching with need, dripping for her already.
Holding back might have been more than I could accomplish.
Her thumb gave a backward stroke, and that damn fingernail brushed closer to my dick. I covered my moan with an ahem and a smile I hoped was soft but probably looked as predatory as I felt.
My cock twitched. Demanding attention. Craving her.
I pushed the accelerator to the floor. The truck zoomed forward and still, all I could think of was that damn thumb, teasing, tempting, making me wish I could slide her hand a few inches north, to cover my cock, to curl my fingers around hers and give a squeeze I needed so desperately.
Her smile meant she was part vixen, and I was all there for it, even more so knowing she didn’t mean to be. I was surer than ever that she was inexperienced. Why that was so hot, I didn’t know, but it was.
When I parked the car, I came around and opened her door, helped her out, then kissed her because I couldn’t not kiss her.
I couldn’t not keep my hand at the small of her back when we walked to the door, couldn’t resist when she threw herself into my arms then backed me against the wall when we were inside.
She pressed her body into mine and every rub of her curves against me, every push of her hips, made my cock strain more. I had to slow this down or I wouldn’t last long enough to yank her panties down.
My need powered through me as I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around me.
Fuck. The scent of her was as intoxicating as the feel of her in my arms. Perfume and passion scented the air, and I breathed in deep as I laid her on the sofa and stood over her for a second, staring before throwing my suit jacket halfway across the room.
Her breasts heaved and her hands reached, but I turned her, yanked her panties down, though I tried to be gentle.
Her body was pliant and languid as I lifted one of her legs and swung it over my head so I was between her knees, her beautiful pussy all I could see, all I could think about.
It glistened at her slit, and I licked my lips.
This was a moment for total recall, a brand onto my memory. I gave it an extra second then leaned forward to flick my tongue over her clit. She writhed and gasped, and I held her with a hand on each hip so I could tease her with another swipe, and she couldn’t wiggle away.
Livvie fisted a hand into my hair and gave a tug I felt all the way to my cock. I kept one hand on her hip and used the other to pull her more forward. I needed access to all of her. I slid a finger in her wet folds and pulled it out quickly. Shit. She was so tight. She shuddered. “Oh, please.”
I didn’t ask what she wanted. I knew. And as much as I wanted to slide my fingers back into her, more I wanted her to beg, to be so desperate and so needy, she couldn’t stop herself. I wanted the uninhibited version of her.
I lifted my head and she whimpered, used her grip on my hair and her other hand to try to push me closer to her pussy, but I smiled at her. “Tell me what you want, Livvie.”
“You know what I want.” Her growl came from deep in her chest, made her voice husky and coarse. Most erotic thing I’d ever heard, and my cock responded with a straining twitch. If she even looked at it when I pulled my pants off, I was going to shoot a load that showered her in cum.
I refocused, breathed on her pussy and she threw her head back when I drew away. “Say it.” She whimpered again, and I teased her with a finger near her clit. “Say it for me.”
“Lick my pussy, Wes. Please.”
Better than any symphony, her voice was as erotic as her scent, as her touch, as the sweet, salty taste of her. Hearing the erotic words on her sweet lips spurred me on.
And as much as I wanted her to ask again, I couldn’t wait another second to bury my face between her legs, to use my tongue to fuck her before I shoved a finger in and turned my attention to her clit.
She was responsive, thrusted against me, held my head in place as her hips bucked, and used her legs over my shoulders to keep me locked in place.
I licked and sucked, curled my fingers to hit a spot that elicited a long, guttural moan.
My cock was about to explode. Strained against my pants, but no fucking way was I stopping now. I wanted her cum on my mouth, her body open and ready for my dick.
My tongue flicked her clit, then I dragged my teeth down so I could slide my tongue in when I drew my fingers out.
She lifted her hips, not even trying to match the rhythm, just holding herself against me, until her entire body shuddered and tensed, relaxed then trembled again as her pussy clenched my fingers.
“Oh, Wes!” Her cries were loud and accompanied by shifts of her hips as I sucked her clit into my mouth and her pussy squeezed and relaxed and squeezed and relaxed.
I imagined her milking my cock with the same intensity, and I was close to the edge.
So close it wouldn’t take much before I toppled over.
And I didn’t want to do it on her sofa. I wanted to fuck her in a bed.
And I wanted to start right now and not finish until dawn’s early—or late—light.
When her body stopped trembling, I drew away and stood, lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, our mouths locked together, tongues dueling. Knowing she tasted herself on my tongue was just another turn-on.
I laid her in the center of the bed, and we stripped like our clothes were on fire.
After a moment of gazing at her like she was Red Riding Hood and I was the, well, not the Big Bad Wolf, the Big Bad Dragon, I slid onto the mattress beside her, dragged my hand down her body from throat to belly button, grazing her nipple on one side while I circled the other with my tongue.
Her skin was satin and there wasn’t an inch of her I didn’t want to kiss, but urgency powered my every move.
I slid on the just-in-case condom I’d put into my wallet some time ago and covered her body with mine.
I watched her face as I moved the head of my cock against her folds.
Livvie’s pussy was hot, wet, ready for me and I slid inside, letting her envelop my dick and adjust to the size for as long as I could.
Soon, watching her face relax into a state of bliss, I had to move, had to push my cock as deep as it could go, then pull it out and do it again.
Seeing her undone by me was almost overwhelming.
Fuck. I couldn’t take much more. Her moans spurred me on, her voice igniting my fire, deep inside. I needed all of her, and I needed her now. She raked her nails down my back to my ass then urged me deeper. “Wes, please,” Livvie whimpered.
The connection was surreal. Like nothing I’d ever experienced before, nowhere close. I couldn’t imagine ever settling for less than this, less than Livvie. The sound of her voice and the clench of her body.
I bucked into her and she cried out, her pussy squeezing my cock until I couldn’t do more than hang on for the ride as I exploded, my body shuddering, splintering, and coming back together.
Fuck. This woman. She was more than I could resist. More than I imagined. More than I deserved. And I was going to savor her for a moment—or as long as I could get away with—before I moved away.
Eventually, though, I had to move. I rolled onto my back and discreetly took the condom off, dropping it into the leg of my pants beside the bed to deal with later. Livvie snuggled against me with her head on my chest.
When I relaxed back and opened my eyes, I grunted. “Um, how did you do that?”
Livvie giggled as she followed my line of sight. Above us hung… stars. Or they looked like stars. More like shining pieces of glitter or something. “I have no idea,” she said. “But they’re pretty.”
I drew her closer.
“I’m a little scared,” she said in a small voice.
“Of what?” I asked, pressing my lips to the top of her head as I spoke.
“If what Nana said is true, then I’m really powerful. What’s going to happen when my magic releases itself? I’m afraid I won’t be able to control it. I’m also afraid it might change me.”
I tugged on her hair until she looked up at me.
“If you’re as strong as Sammy, then you’ll have someone who can teach you the ropes.
” I pointed to the stars. “Look what you created. It’s so cool.
If you can make something like that without trying, imagine what you’ll be able to do when you fully come into your magic. ”
She pushed forward to kiss me long and deep. “Thank you for calming me down.”
Growling, I rolled her over. “Maybe I should do the opposite.”
An hour later, we collapsed against the bed after she’d caused more stars to appear above us with every orgasm I gave her.
We snuggled together and fell asleep not long after that.
A while later, deep in the night, something woke me. I had no idea what it was, but I had a terrible feeling that wouldn’t shake.
Leaving Livvie sleeping, I stood and walked naked out into the dark living room.
Something wasn’t right. After closing the top of the trash can, I stopped and looked around in the still, dark room.
The slightest flash of light drew my attention from near the front door.
Hurrying over, I dug through Livvie’s potted plant, a fern, until I uncovered a camera.
It had been mostly covered with dirt but positioned so the lens stuck out.
The red light wouldn’t have been discernable if we hadn’t left all the lights out when we came in last night.
My blood began to boil as I covered the lens.
I didn’t want to break it just in case there was a possibility of tracing it.
Without waking Livvie, and as quietly as I could, I turned on the lights—and put on my underwear—and checked the house. I found two more cameras in the living room that didn’t seem to be on.
I grabbed the active one, which I’d put under a dish towel, and trained it on my face. “Count your days,” I said in a level voice. “I’m going to burn your bones to ash.”
Then, I let a tiny stream of fire exit my mouth and burned the camera in my palm.
Once it was ash, I threw it in the garbage and washed my hands. We could try to track the other two cameras. Hopefully, though, Leonard got my message.
I called Anthony and updated him on what I found, speaking from the front porch as I looked out over the quiet, still yard. He promised to update Sammy, so I went back to bed, curling myself around Livvie.
“What’s wrong?” she asked sleepily.
“Nothing. Everything is fine.” I couldn’t tell her. Her home had been violated. I didn’t want her to feel that and know that Leonard had probably watched the first time we’d been intimate together. I’d carry that burden for her.
It wasn’t fine, but it damn sure would be, soon.