Chapter 35
Briggs groaned when Cece reached down to cup his cock through his sweatpants. She gave him a look that was part smug, part surprised. “You’re hard already.”
“Baby, it’s more surprising when I’m not hard around you.”
She giggled. “You’re so good for my ego.”
She kissed him, sliding her tongue between his lips and exploring with a sweetness that made him ache for more.
“Should we go to the bedroom?” she asked, licking her kiss swollen lips.
He shook his head. “Not until we relocate some of the plants.”
“God, I’m sorry,” she said, glancing at the plants she’d brought downstairs earlier.
“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
She helped him remove his shirt, and he returned the favour, pulling off her hoodie and her t-shirt, inhaling sharply when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He immediately cupped her breasts, leaning over to suck on her nipples as she arched her back and sank her hands into his hair.
The scent of fresh green grass washed over him as images of dense forests flashed through his brain. He released her nipple with a soft pop, kissing his way up her chest to her throat and tracing his tongue along her soft skin to her ear.
“When we’re together, do you see - oh fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned when Cece slipped her hand into his sweatpants and wrapped her soft fingers around his dick.
She stroked him firmly, tracing the head with her thumb and smearing the precum that spurted from it across his skin. “Do I see what?”
“Plant stuff,” he muttered, his hips bucking up when she gave him a little twist and squeeze of her hand that nearly made him come in his goddamn pants again. “Fuck, little witch!”
Her hand slowed, and she studied him. “What do you see?”
“Forests, meadows, grass-covered hills… baby, touch me again.” He was starting to regret even bringing it up.
“I will, honey,” she said. “Is that all that happens?”
He shook his head, reaching out to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. “No. I smell flowers, pine trees, sometimes freshly cut grass.”
“The same thing happens to me,” she said. “Do you think the flowers will bloom when you come?”
“I don’t know.” He leaned forward and kissed her collarbone. “Why are we talking about this?”
“You brought it up,” she giggled before pushing his hand away. “Let’s find out.”
He inhaled sharply when Cece pulled the front of his sweatpants down with her free hand. His cock popped out, achingly hard and leaking precum from just having Cece’s hand wrapped around the base.
Before he could say anything, Cece bent over, and her hot, wet mouth slid over his dick. He bellowed a curse, his hips jutting upward as a sizzling jolt of magic and pleasure zapped its way down his spine, and the smell of wildflowers invaded his senses.
Cece choked and gagged as his cock nearly went halfway down her throat, before pulling off of him. She wiped her mouth as he cupped the back of her head. “Jesus, baby, I’m sorry. I just… you gotta warn me before you do that.”
She stared up at him, her irises already starting to turn the colour of jade, that intoxicating sexy grin on her face. “You taste so fucking good, Briggs.”
He groaned, his hand tangling in her soft hair as she sucked his dick into her mouth again. She went to work on his dick, using her tongue and lips and the occasional gentle scrape of her teeth to drive him out of his fucking mind.
He moaned and panted, his hips rising up and down, the wet, hot suction of Cece’s mouth his own personal heaven.
He closed his eyes, his head falling back as Cece’s magic rushed through his veins.
He thrust harder, his hand fisting into Cece’s hair as she licked her way around the sensitive head, while her hand pumped his shaft briskly.
“Baby,” he gasped out as the base of his spine tingled and his balls ached, “you gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”
She stared at him before deliberately licking up his cock and then sucking on the head like a fucking lollipop.
He cried out, his hips bucking. Cece pulled off of him, her hand squeezing the base of his dick. “Don’t you want to come, honey?”
“Christ,” he moaned. “I need to fuck you first. Make you come first, okay? You have to stop touching me for a minute.”
“No,” she said. His shy, sweet Cece had disappeared, leaving a green-eyed vixen whose look of hunger as she eyed his dick gave him the shameful urge to come all over her face and tits.
“Give me your cum,” Cece squeezed his dick lightly, her hands glowing green and green light flashing in her eyes. “It’s mine, and I want it.”
“Sure, yeah, okay, but Cece,” he panted, “baby, I need a break before we fuck or I won’t last. I need… oh fuck!”
Her hot mouth was back on his dick, sucking like she was a goddamn vacuum, and he didn’t have a chance in hell of holding back. He roared her name, his body shaking as he climaxed, and Cece’s magic washed over him, bringing the good, clean scent of the earth and visions of towering trees.
He pumped wildly into Cece’s mouth, moaning as he watched her eagerly swallow his cum. Some of it slipped out of her mouth to drip down her chin, and she quickly swiped it up with her fingers, licking them clean before sucking on his cock again.
He grunted and jerked, his body twitching like a marionette puppet as Cece cleaned his cock thoroughly with her lips and tongue, leaving no trace of his cum behind, before she sat up and sank back into the couch, giving him a cat-like grin of satisfaction.
“You taste so fucking good, Briggs.”
“Cece,” he gasped, his body still trembling.
“Yeah?”
“That was…”
“What?”
“The best blowjob of my life,” he said.
She grinned, and he could smell how pleased she was. “Good. Maybe I should do it again.”
“Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She just shrugged before sliding her hand inside her yoga pants. She moaned, her fingers working her clit as she cupped her breast and lightly pinched her nipple.
He growled at her, but she ignored him, her fingers moving faster against her pussy.
Despite how fucking weak he was from the orgasm, he forced himself into a sitting position and reached for Cece’s pants.
She grinned at him, lifting her hips so he could pull her pants and underwear down her legs.
He tossed them on the floor, staring greedily at Cece’s pussy when she spread her legs.
She rubbed her swollen clit before cocking an eyebrow at him.
“You just gonna look at it or do something with it, Briggs?”
“Do something,” he growled.
She shrieked when he gripped her legs and dragged her closer before pushing between her thighs.
He buried his face in her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent before he sucked hard on her clit.
She cried out, her hand landing on the back of his head to hold him against her as she ground against his face.
He reached up to cup and tease her breasts as he ate her pussy, pulling on her nipples with his fingers as he pulled on her clit with his lips.
Her soft gasps and moans, the new flood of her magic infusing his body, had his cock hardening in record time.
Christ, he’d never had this quick a recovery time before.
Hard and aching again, he focused on Cece’s clit, using his tongue to brush it with wide flat strokes as he eased two fingers into her tight pussy. She thrust against him, using his tongue and fingers to get herself off, and he loved how his mate forgot about her shyness when they were fucking.
He squeezed her belly with his free hand, turned on by how her warm flesh filled his hand, before he traced her stretch marks and then reached up to tweak one swollen nipple again.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her hips working furiously against his fingers as she fisted his hair and yanked hard.
He growled, and she made another sharp cry at the vibration of his lips against her pussy. He sucked hard on her clit, another growl slipping from his throat when his mate immediately came hard. He licked her clean, loving the taste of the sweet cream that now coated her entire pussy.
Her body glowed with a soft green light, and she gave him a hazy smile as she sprawled on the couch. “I feel so good, Briggs.”
“That’s good, baby. Get on your hands and knees.”
She slow blinked at him as something curled around his ankle.
He looked down to see a vine creeping up his leg.
He glanced at the plants on the bookshelf across the room, his bear chuffing in surprise.
The plants had grown up the wall and were brushing against the ceiling.
No petals littered the floor, but he suspected that none of these plants had flowers to bloom when Cece climaxed.
Another vine had snaked its way across the floor to join the first around his leg. They stroked his knee, squeezing his calf through his sweatpants. He turned back to Cece. “Baby, control your magic.”
“Hmm?” She was waving her hand lazily in the air, studying the glittering green light that flowed from her fingers.
“Control your magic, my mate,” he repeated before squeezing her leg.
She stared at him, her gaze falling to the vines around his leg before waving her hand at them. They retreated with a slow slide along the floor, and she smiled at him. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He was still hard, and his cock was practically begging to be in Cece’s glistening pussy. “Get on your hands and knees for your mate.”
She rolled over, giggling when she nearly fell off the sectional, and Briggs had to grab her thigh to save her. She balanced on her knees, resting her hands on the arm of the couch and staring at him over her shoulders.
“How’s this?” she asked cheekily.
He growled to her, and a soft smile crossed her face. He could smell her love for him pouring off her, and he growled again to her.
“I love that sound,” she said. “I’ve never heard you make it to anyone else.”
“It’s for my mate alone,” he said.
Her smile widened. “I feel very special right now.”