Chapter 10
I make him insane with need—mouth parted, eyes rolled back, chest heaving, arms tense, thighs hard, cock twitching insane.
I play with him at first. A couple pumps in my mouth, a light graze of my teeth. The swirl of a tongue. I lick up the whole length, suckle the head, dab the tiny slit with my tongue. The best kind of torture.
Then I have him take off his shirt, and I do it all again until he’s glistening with sweat, trembling with desperation. Wickedly I tease his gorgeous dick until I get the sound I’ve been waiting for, the sound I knew I could elicit from Rick Thane if I worked for it.
The whimper.
It’s beautifully male, exquisitely broken. A wordless plea.
Whatever happens to me, whatever lies ahead, for the rest of my life I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I made this lovely man whimper for me.
I strip off my T-shirt and remove my bra, enjoying the way his eyes widen with appreciation.
“I don’t like swallowing,” I tell him. “Let me know when you’re about to come.”
He nods.
I bathe the tip of his dick with my tongue, then run him all the way into my mouth. My head bobs rhythmically, and when he gasps, “Coming,” I pull my lips off him and rise high on my knees, bending over him and angling his cock so the cum hits my breasts and throat.
I love the light, wet warmth of it, and he’s clearly pleased at the way I look, decorated with pearly drops of his cum. He reaches out to cup my breast, palming its weight, stroking his thumb to smear his release in a glistening trail over my skin.
“Beautiful.” He takes a deep breath and releases it in a satisfied sigh. “Let’s switch places.”
Seconds later I’m on the couch, sitting atop a blanket that I draped over the warm spot where his denim-clad butt was. I’m bare-ass naked, and I refuse to sit that way on the sofa upholstery, especially since I share this house with others. Hence the blanket. I can wash it later.
Rick has refastened his pants, but he’s still shirtless. His wavy brown hair is tousled, a few locks arching over his forehead and brows. He looks like a debauched cowboy with bedroom eyes, and I love that for me.
“The male witches of my family have another gift we don’t talk about much,” he says, holding my thighs apart. “We get hard again faster than human men do.”
“Thank goodness,” I say fervently. “Get inside me now, please.”
He chuckles. “Hold your horses. I do need a few minutes. Let me enjoy you for a while first.”
I roll my eyes at the horse reference, but then his tongue is on me and I swear I couldn’t recall my own name if I was asked. My entire consciousness centers on that strong, gentle tongue dancing over my clit and gliding through my pussy.
Rick tortures me like I tormented him, occasionally glancing up with a triumphant smirk on his wet lips. When I’m straining, perspiring, and whining with need, he pauses, meeting my gaze, rubbing his thumb over my clit in small circles.
“You’re doing well, baby.” His voice is so low and gravelly that I squirm, aching for him to be inside me. Coming on his hand or his tongue won’t be enough. I want him to be part of me when it happens. I need him as close as possible.
“Can you please fuck me?” I whisper.
“Right here?” He strokes his finger through my opening, and my thighs quiver.
“Yes.”
“You want me in here?” His finger dips inside, pumps slowly a couple times.
“Oh god,” I sob.
“Which god?” He bends and gives me a long lick.
“All of them,” I gasp out. “But mostly you.”
“Slide your ass toward the edge of the couch.” He’s taking out his cock again, and when I scoot forward, he plants one knee on the couch, pushes one of my legs higher, and plunges inside me.
I grab his shoulders and hang on while he thrusts. He’s got me so close that it doesn’t take more than a handful of seconds before the tingling arousal in my belly bursts into tiny, crystalline fireworks. Bliss washes over my skin, and I sob out my relief as he keeps stroking deeply into me.
The slow glide of him through my body feels amazing, and I give in to it completely, sex-dazed, bliss-drunk. He comes hard, with a growly rasp that makes me shiver with delight.
He stays in, pulsing a couple more times.
Then he leans forward to kiss my mouth. I run my fingers through the back of his hair and send every bit of what I’m feeling into the kiss.
Part of me is still afraid of how close we’ve become, and how quickly it happened.
Still, I want to communicate the depth of my emotions to him.
He needs to understand that I’m on board with the idea of this connection between us deepening.
I think I’d like it to actually go somewhere.
I’m suspicious of change, but when I do find something new that I like, I tend to obsess over it.
I can’t get enough. I’ll watch the same movie a dozen times or listen to a new favorite song a hundred times through.
I’ll eat a specific comfort food every night for weeks on end, especially if I find it helps with the cravings of my kelpie nature.
Rick might end up being a new habit for me. A compulsive addiction. I need to find out if he’s okay with that.
I give him one more soft kiss and look into his eyes. “I’m usually suspicious when it comes to new things or new people.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, humor glinting in his eyes. “You seem very suspicious of me. I think I should work on building your trust.” His hand runs over my breast, squeezing warmly, gently.
“I just need you to know that I might get obsessed with you.” I wince, searching his face.
“And that’s… a bad thing?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Most guys don’t like girls getting clingy right away.”
“I’m not ‘guys.’ And you’re not ‘girls.’ I’m a grown man, you’re a grown woman, and we can do what we want. Nobody else’s ‘normal’ matters here.”
“Oh.” I let out a long, easing breath. “Cool.”
“Cool.” He kisses my forehead and draws himself slowly out of me. There’s already wetness on the blanket we used, and I dry myself with it before standing up.
“I’ll take this to the laundry.” I wrap the blanket into a ball and pick up my clothes. I feel oddly shy in a way that has nothing to do with my nakedness. “Want to sleep in my bed tonight?”
“Hm.” He strokes his jaw as if he’s pondering the offer.
He has tucked everything back into his pants, but they’re still partly open, and he looks ridiculously hot standing there, with the angled muscles of his abdomen slanting down beneath his waistband.
He’s not extremely cut like some gym bro, but the power of his solid body is obvious. He looks so damn good.
“I changed my mind,” I say abruptly. “You don’t have a choice. Heel, boy. Let’s go.”
He laughs, and it’s so full of quiet joy that my heart overflows. “Can I get my bag from my truck first?”
“I’ll allow it. Lock the front door behind you.”
He fetches the bag while I drop the blanket in the laundry hamper and lock the back door. Locks won’t keep Valeria out of my house, but the noise of her breaking in would hopefully wake me and give me some warning.
I meet Rick in the hallway, and he follows me upstairs to my bed.
We take turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Then he’s in the sheets beside me, big and warm and strong. When I shift tentatively closer, he reaches over and pulls me right against him.
“Do you like noise at night?” I ask. “I have a white noise machine that I use sometimes. And I always have the overhead fan on, but I can turn it off if you prefer, although I tend to sleep hot so if I turn it off, you might wake up next to a sweaty beast. Yeah, that doesn’t sound sexy at all.
Better leave the fan on. There’s an extra blanket in the basket in the corner if you get cold.
If you can’t sleep I have books on the nightstand, and there’s this little reading light in the drawer—”
His fingers cup my chin and his thumb presses lightly over my lips. “Marlowe.”
My breath hitches, and I fall silent.
“I’m fine,” he says. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Just rest.”
Just rest.
“Sometimes I have trouble settling down,” I whisper.
“Think you might have that trouble tonight?”
“Maybe. This is new for me. I haven’t had a man in my bed since… I don’t even know when.”
“Okay.” He brushes my hair back from my forehead. “Take off that soft little tank top you’re wearing, and the shorts. You’re sleeping naked tonight.”
“But—”
“Trust me.”
“Fine.” I wriggle out of the pajamas and pitch them over the side of the bed. He’s taking off his boxers, too.
“Turn onto your side, with your back to me, and pull your knees up a bit,” he orders.
My heart is beating fast, and I’m not sure how this is conducive to sleep, but I do as he says.
His hand glides over my shoulder and down my arm, then travels the sloping curve of my side, my waist, and my hip. “Breathe, baby. Relax.”
I focus on breathing and relaxing my muscles.
His hand stays on my ass cheek for a while, languidly enjoying my skin.
When I’m on my side like this, with my knees bent and pulled up, my pussy is exposed, and his fingers find it easily.
He strokes me soothingly, gently. He’s not trying to get me to orgasm—it’s a slow stimulation, a gradual arousal.
Within minutes, I’m both twice as relaxed and twice as wet as I was on the couch.
He tucks the tip of his cock into my slit and squeezes his length into me slowly, inch by inch.
I’m filled with warmth and wholeness, secure and happy, floating somewhere between titillation and completion.
He doesn’t thrust, just stays inside me, a firm, silken heat, a thick comfort object nestled deep inside my body.
His chest is warm and solid against my back, a heat so relaxing that I’m already starting to drowse.
“Do I have your permission to come even if you fall asleep?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I pull his arm around me, delighted by its muscular weight and by the naughtiness of his suggestion. “I would love that. Help yourself anytime during the night, too.”
“Understood.” He presses a long kiss to my shoulder, and my eyes drift shut with sheer pleasure.
In this moment, I can’t feel a single negative emotion. Not a hint of worry or sadness. Even the threat of my sister is distant, unreal. Maybe it’s foolish to think that I’m safe here, with him. But for now, I believe it.
I drift into a deep, heavy sleep, free of the nightmares that usually plague me.
Somewhere in the night, my body flutters and I dream that I’m coming on Rick’s tongue again. Then I sink deeper than dreams, farther into refreshing rest.