6. June #2
“That, right there.” He points to what I just did. “A tell that you’re worried I might actually be on to something here. You’re blocking me out, even if it’s subconscious.”
I unfold and drop them onto my lap. “Am not.”
He stares into my eyes like he’s looking directly into my soul.
“You have a tortured past that’s followed you into your present.
You don’t trust anyone; you barely trust yourself.
If I had to guess, I’d say because someone left you.
Someone you opened up to. And that’s why you refuse to ever let yourself feel that way again.
It hurt. And you’d do anything to never experience that again.
Even if that means keeping everyone at a distance and pushing people away. ”
My heart pounds wildly in my chest and I will it to stay still and not give him any more insight than he’s already managed to figure out.
“I don’t fault you for that.” His features and voice soften. “It’s commendable, really. To have the willpower to build and maintain those walls.”
I don’t say anything. Too afraid that would confirm what he’s saying to be true. If I didn’t know better, I’d wager he was speaking from experience, but maybe he’s really that good at reading people.
“Not everyone will leave. Not everyone is a bad person.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about.” I hate that I don’t catch the words before they leave my mouth.
“Oh, princess. You are far from being bad.”
Little does he know I’ve never been good a day in my life.
“You’re wrong,” I tell him with little conviction.
“Prove it, then.”
How can I prove something that he is absolutely spot on about? Why should I let this complete stranger in when I have refused time and time again with everyone else?
“Or don’t, that’s okay, too.” Magnus breaks eye contact, taking with him a little piece of me I didn’t authorize.
What was that? The fleeting possibility of a connection hanging in the balance?
I clench my jaw, hating myself for making this so fucking difficult.
“June.” I pause. “My name is June.”
Magnus turns to me, bringing his hand with him to trace the side of my face.
Fuck, what have I done?
"June." He tries it out on his tongue. "It's nice to finally meet you." He grazes his thumb against my bottom lip, tugging it softly. "I want to kiss you."
I lean forward, not wasting any more time, and press my mouth to his. Something I wanted to do the second I saw him and only intensified with each passing moment.
Screw being friends, I want this man and I want him now.
He wraps his strong hands around my cheeks and deepens the kiss to match my intensity.
I climb off my chair and right onto his lap, straddling him and feeling just how badly he wants me, too. I sink into him, grinding my body against his growing member.
He moans into my mouth and pulls me closer, bringing his fingertips down my back and up under my shirt, his skin sparking every nerve ending in my body on fire.
I reach the hem of his tee, gripping and pulling it over his head in one swoop, only breaking contact long enough to strip him of his top, and notice that the ink covers his entire torso, too.
“Hold on, princess.” Magnus stands, backing us away from the counter, only for him to drop me on the edge of it and stay between my legs.
Our tongues dance in a frenzy of lust and passion.
He makes a path from my lips, down my neck, nibbling on my collarbone and tugging my shirt down to get a better vantage point on my nipple, freeing it before putting it between his teeth.
Magnus sucks on the sensitive area and runs his hand up my thigh, dragging his thumb under the fabric of my shorts.
My body comes to life in a way I wasn’t sure I’d experience again after my last sexual encounter with the mystery man from the bar.
I unbutton my bottoms, frantic to feel him touch me with less clothes on.
“Lay back.” He grips the sides, pulling them down and over my ass along with my panties, leaving me completely exposed on the cold expensive stone.
I sit up on my elbows and watch him lick from my knee to where the faded line of last year’s tan barely remains.
“This,” he tugs on the triangle-shaped section of hair I left growing wild. “Is sexy.” Magnus swirls his tongue around it and slides over my clit.
My head and my eyes roll back at the pleasure, a moan escaping my lips.
He’s just getting started, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I want him inside me like yesterday.
“Magnus,” I breathe.
“Yes, princess?” He widens his tongue and dips it along my slit, taking his time to taste every bit of me that he can.
“Fuck me.”
“Patience, princess.” Magnus continues to lick and suck my entrance, even bringing a tattooed digit up to tease me that much more.
I rock my body against the single finger, wishing like hell it would turn into his cock, which must be throbbing with want by now. I ride the wave of pleasure that builds, desperate for release.
But it doesn’t come, and neither do I.
Magnus withdraws his hand and face. “Flip over.” He licks his lips, my desire all on him.
I comply, turning on the hard surface and bringing myself into the doggy position.
He grips my ass, running his thumb along the edge of my crease. “You taste better than I imagined you would.” He brings his mouth back down, hovering over my pussy and flicking his tongue against me.
I quiver at his touch, but he keeps going, sending me climbing that mountain once again.
This time, he slides not one, but two fingers inside of me, arching and rocking them back and forth.
I tighten around him, the end of this beautiful torment so very near.
But like he can sense the very moment of no return, he stops his movement and steps away. I'm about to protest, to get mad, and finish myself off, but I hear him unbuttoning his pants, and positioning a condom in place.
What a shame I didn’t get to lick and suck and tease him the way he did me. Hell, I didn’t even get a look.
“Off,” he tells me.
I plant my hands firmly and climb down from the counter, my back still to him.
Magnus swipes the hair away from my neck, kissing the spot he cleared and stroking his cock against my ass.
I reach around, dying to grant it entry to my soaked hole. “Give it to me.”
He presses on my back, leaning me forward to gain a better access point. Magnus dips his two fingers into my slit again and then replaces them with his sheathed member, filling me entirely without getting the whole thing in.
“Fuck,” I moan at the fullness.
He rocks himself slowly to stretch me further.
Pain and pleasure dance dangerously between us.
We stay this way for a little while, a quiet tempo of labored breaths and soft whimpers. We’re barely moving and yet I continue to climb the pleasure mountain once more.
I chase it, hoping he doesn’t notice and stop me from climaxing, but he’s more in tune with me than I realize, pulling out and flipping me around to face him.
“It’s not time yet,” he says against my lips. Magnus kisses me and rubs himself along me.
“You are so frustrating.”
He smiles, guiding our puzzle pieces back in place. “Now you know how you make me feel.”
I arch myself toward him and let him fill me.
His phone buzzes on the counter and he glances down at it. “Fuck.” Magnus wraps his arm around my waist, picking me up with his dick still inside me, and carrying me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Are you married?” My first thought blurts out of my mouth.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s a work thing.” His eyes meet mine. “I swear.”
And without another doubt, I believe him. Which is fucking strange.
Magnus presses his lips to mine and shoves us through the threshold of a room. “I wanted to make this last all night.” He lowers me onto a king-sized bed in what must be his bedroom. “I wanted to make you beg for it.”
Aren’t I already?
He pins my hands above my head with one of his, thrusting himself in and out of me. Magnus reaches up under my shirt, taking my nipple between his fingers and twisting it.
“Please,” I whimper.
He fucks me harder, deeper, bringing his face down to kiss me.
He releases me and I immediately drag my nails across his back, digging them in and pulling him closer. I widen my legs, an open invitation to give me all he has.
He grinds right up against my clit, the vibration of his body taking me higher and higher.
“I’m close,” I tell him, almost like I’m seeking the approval he’s yet to give me. Why I want it this time, I’ll never understand. Maybe I like the game he’s playing.
“I know.” Magnus wraps his hand around my neck, applying the softest pressure and then tilting my chin to look up at him. “Come for me.”
And with those three words and his steady rhythm, I climax harder than I ever have before, a moan escaping me as my pussy pulsates around him with the sweet release.
“Good girl.” He keeps his eyes trained on me, lengthening his pace and following my lead into his own orgasm. Magnus throbs inside of me, intensifying and prolonging my pleasure until we ride the wave to the end together.
I drop my arms to the side and relax into his bed. “Fuck, that was…”
Magnus grins and plants his lips on my sweaty cheek. “Incredible.”
“To say the least.”
“And to think, that could have happened this morning.” He climbs off me and strolls across the room and into another.
I notice the sound of a faucet being turned and water running.
Magnus pops his beautiful head out of the doorway. “You want a shower?”
I hop off the bed and go over to him. “Is this your subtle way of telling me I stink?”
“Far from it, princess.” He kisses my nose. “I have to run out, to do a work thing. Thought I better not go reeking of sex.”
“Oh right, you’re in the mafia.”
"Or something." Magnus winks and goes over to the closet in the corner to grab towels. "There are clothes in here. Take whatever you want. The bed is comfortable, and if you can't sleep, the nightstand on the right side has a remote that will bring out the TV."