Chapter 14 Out Of Control #2
He shook his head, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“It will definitely be a good thing.” His lips went to my ear.
“I can come with you,” he murmured. “I don’t have to hold back the whole time.
I’ll be in your magic. You’ll be in mine.
” He let out a low, drawn-out groan. “I like you. More than like,” he breathed.
“It will be a really, really good thing. I promise.”
I couldn’t quite push the doubt away, but I wanted to do it, and I definitely didn’t want to think about how many times he’d had this done to him, or about how most of those witches were likely a lot more experienced than me.
I did my best to shove it aside and looked down at him.
I’d definitely never tried this on someone as big as he was.
It didn’t matter, did it? He was right. It didn’t matter.
“It does matter,” he growled. “I never said it didn’t matter, Leda.”
I couldn’t quite collect my thoughts well enough to tell him that wasn’t what I meant.
I kissed his chest where his shirt was open instead, right over the gold tattoos, and he groaned.
“Why didn’t you come see me?” he asked. “In the hospital?”
I looked up at him in surprise. “They wouldn’t let me.”
“Who?” He let out a low gasp when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed my mouth and then watched me. A low rumble left his chest as I finished with his buttons and kissed him lower. “Fuck. Who wouldn’t let you?”
I yanked his trousers down, bringing his boxer-type pants down with them, and his fingers tightened in my hair. “Shadow… fuck. Tell me.”
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he groaned. “I tried. I contacted them. I had Forsooth ask for me. I was told no one could see you but family. I thought maybe your mother––”
“No. It wasn’t her,” he managed in a gasp. His other hand was in my hair now too. “Fuck, kiss me. Please.”
I ran my tongue over the outside of his shaft and he bucked up against me. I’d thought he’d been hard before, but his cock abruptly got bigger, and began to throb in my hand. When I sucked lightly on the end, a darker growl left his throat.
I felt him holding back his magic, and it made that compulsive, aching quality in my own magic worse. Unlike him, I couldn’t hold mine back for very long. I didn’t even want to. As soon as I let it slip through my fingers, I felt him break out in a sweat.
I stroked him with my hand and slid my mouth down him, slowly building a rhythm as he grew slick from saliva and precum, and he groaned louder, holding me against him. I explored him with my other hand and fingers, stroking his cock and balls and his inner thighs, until he bucked against me harder.
I felt it when he lost control.
His hands abruptly clenched and then he was fucking my mouth, carefully, groaning as he turned partway to his side. I moved with him, and let him set the rhythm until, gods, his magic slipped out of his grasp and it slammed into me, blanking out my vision.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I loosened my throat and went down deeper on him, and he let out a heavier sound.
When I sucked on him that time, his magic half-strangled mine.
I was so turned on, I writhed against him, and his leg pressed between mine as his hands tightened. I was still stroking him with my hand, my other hand cupping his balls as I sucked on him, when I felt him abruptly start to build.
“I can’t hold it,” he groaned. “I can’t, darling. I can’t.”
He let go of my hair, maybe so I could get off him, but I had no interest in doing that, especially not then.
I felt him start to climax when it shot against the back of my throat.
He pressed deeper, groaning heavier, and I stayed with him, swallowing, and his magic crashed over me like fire, making me cling to him as he let go.
I didn’t fully realize how much he’d held back his magic, not until I nearly blacked out.
I didn’t pass out, though, or apparently even stop what I’d been doing, but for a long-feeling few minutes, I had no idea where I was.
At some point I found myself kissing and licking his cock while he murmured things to me, stroking my hair back from my face, still twitching and rubbing against me. I only caught parts of what he said.
I honestly wasn’t even sure how much of it was in English.
It struck me that maybe I should be embarrassed––
“No,” he said, gasping. “No. Absolutely not. No. Gods. That was so fucking good. I didn’t want it to stop.
” He fell back on the bed, his arm over his forehead.
His other hand remained clenched in my hair.
“Fuck. If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s me.
I didn’t last five minutes. Fucking schoolboy. ”
When he looked over, his gold irises looked different again, not quite “normal,” like they had after we used to share magic, but liquid and calmer somehow, anyway. That fire was still there, but it looked different than it had before we’d started.
“Come here,” he said, tugging gently. “Come here. Please.”
I crawled up to him, and he kissed my mouth, pulling me completely on top of him.
His breathing was still catching in his chest, his heart pounding so hard I could hear it.
I still had my legs around one of his, and I was so wet, I was sure he could feel it through the material of my trousers.
Even as I thought it, he lowered the arm that had been wrapped around my back.
His hand slid between us, then between my legs, and he groaned.
“Such a good girl,” he gasped. He kissed my mouth, harder. “Can I fuck you, beautiful? I’m pretty sure I’ll give you anything you ask right now, so if there’s something you want from me, now is definitely the time to mention it.”
I laughed, and writhed off his leg.
Before I could get up, he twisted around and caught hold of my arse, dragging me closer. His fingers began unbuttoning the red trousers I wore. I suddenly felt like I was dying of heat inside the oversized jumper I’d never bothered to take off.
“As much as I like you fuzzy and wet, all of it’s got to go,” he said, tugging and yanking the jumper over my head and making me laugh. He didn’t wait but pulled on my blouse next, not bothering to unbutton it, but bringing it over my head, then carefully off my arms and wrists.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he immediately lowered his head and began kissing, licking, sucking, massaging me with his hands. He didn’t stop most of that when his fingers went back to tugging down my trousers.
“Can I?” he asked, as he got them past my hips. When I nodded, his magic flashed out hotter. “Fuck, Leda. Tell me again you don’t want anyone but me.”
I let out a half-moan, half-whimper when his fingers curled inside me.
He groaned with me, right against my mouth.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned again. “I want to fuck you until you scream. Tell me what I want to hear, witch.”
“You already know I don’t want anyone else.
” I kissed his mouth, sucking on his tongue, and he rolled me halfway to my back.
He raised himself up long enough to yank off the shirt I’d unbuttoned, which half-stuck to his back.
He dragged his trousers and pants the rest of the way down.
His eyes never left me the entire time he did it.
Once both of us were completely naked, he slid to one side of me, and pulled my thigh around so that my arse faced him. I started to turn all the way over to my stomach, but he stopped me, holding down my wrist so that I was still facing him from the waist up.
He slid into me from behind and I cried out.
I was so wet, he got all the way into me on the first slow arc, but I was so full, I whimpered, a sound he really, really liked.
“Fucking. Gods. Leda––” He bit his tongue, as if stopping himself from saying more.
He slammed into me harder on the next stroke, with a precision that caught my breath.
One hand held my hip and thigh firmly in place while the other held his weight and pinned my wrist to the mattress.
He spent a number of luxurious minutes fucking me slow and deep, until I was writhing under him for real, arching towards him at each thrust. I tried to touch myself, but he caught my wrist and pinned both of them over my head, leaning his weight and fucking me harder.
I spread my legs, trying to get him deeper, and he bent down, kissing my mouth.
Every time I was on the edge, he eased back.
Pretty soon, I was slick with sweat.
My magic was completely out of control.
I was writhing against him, moaning, trying desperately to crawl over that edge on my own.
I reached a point where I didn’t think I could take anymore, that I was going to lose it on him for real, when he adjusted his hands, holding me down one-handed like he had before, and maneuvered his free hand between my legs.
Two long, sensual strokes across my clit while he fucked me deep, and I came undone so violently, I blacked out for real.
I think I did scream.
I’m pretty sure I did.
My body didn’t seem to want to work for a while after.
He wrapped himself around me from behind, his arm curled lengthwise and diagonally across my chest, his fingers clasped over my shoulder.
I had some awareness that he’d climaxed too, not long after I had.
I was still spasming, clutching for something that was no longer there, and his fingers slowly built me to a second climax while he held me tightly in his arms. I think my bones turned to complete jelly after that.
He kissed my neck, and my face, and I just leaned against him with all my weight, unable to move, or even to make myself want to.
He didn’t loosen his hold on me, which was a relief.
I could just lie there, my head against his shoulder, and not have to do anything.
“I missed you,” I said, before I knew I meant to say it.
It just came out, and I immediately flushed.
Eye of Ra, why had I said that?
He squeezed me tighter against his chest.
I thought maybe he’d say the same thing back, if only because people did that sort of thing, but he didn’t. He leaned his face against mine instead, and let out a sigh.
“We’re not doing that again,” he said, as his heart beat against my back.
I smiled humorlessly. “Which part?” I asked. “If you mean the part where you nearly got killed right in front of me part, I heartily agree.”
“Not only that,” he said, a touch more warningly.
But some part of me was lost there again, seeing him on the floor of this same room, sure he was dead. I’d threatened people. I was pretty sure I’d threatened to kill someone.
He chuckled, vibrating my back.
“I heard about that,” he said. He didn’t sound annoyed, or disturbed. He sounded pleased. He kissed my face, then caressed my cheek with his. “Gods. I wish I could tell you how I feel about that,” he murmured.
“Why can’t you?” I asked, a little alarmed.
He ignored the question, switching tacks.
“And just so we’re clear, I didn’t only mean one of us getting hurt, when I said that it couldn’t happen again. I meant you being locked out. I meant you not being able to get in to see me. Or vice versa,” he said, a touch more warningly. “We’re not doing that again.”
“It was only a week,” I reminded him.
“Irrelevant.” He turned his head to look at me, and his voice grew borderline annoyed. “I’m serious, Leda.”
I thought about his words, then smiled.
“So you want us to put one another down on each other’s hospital lists?” A dark humor hit me at the thought. “That seems a bit foreboding, Bones. Downright macabre, really.”
“Or maybe just realistic,” he muttered back.
He squeezed me tighter against his chest.
“Just do it, okay?” he said in my ear, speaking quietly, lullingly. “Think of the poor hospital people, if nothing else. Think about what might happen if I asked nicely and got turned away. Particularly if I were feeling exceptionally concerned.”
Getting a flicker of his meaning behind his eyes, I shivered.
“Okay,” I said.
I nodded, my eyes still fighting to focus after what he’d just done to me. Twice.
“I’ll take care of it,” I promised.