Chapter 12
JAMIE
Imove slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Tomorrow, she’ll feel every fucking place I’ve been tonight. She lifts her mouth to meet mine, her heels digging into me like spurs.
“Give me more of you,” she demands in a hushed whisper as we find a steady rhythm. Her head falls back, and her eyelids flutter closed.
I hook her knee over my arm and drive deeper. The new angle steals whatever she planned to say next. Her mouth opens, and a moan releases from her. I cover her mouth with my palm, and the rest comes out muffled.
I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You want those roommates knowing I’m fucking your brains out?”
She rolls her hips up to take me deeper. Her nails dig down my back as I slam into her. The only noises in the room are our ragged breaths and the slick rhythm of my cock going in and out.
On the last thrust, I pull out and stand. I grab her ankles, sliding her to the edge of the bed. I drop to my knees, ready to devour her. She pushes up onto her elbows and meets my eyes.
“This okay?” I ask.
Her teeth find the corner of her lip. “No one has ever …”
Those four words rearrange everything in my head. Not one man has ever knelt down to give her this. Anger moves through me, and underneath it sits a truth I hold close. I’m about to be Blaire’s first. Most women in their thirties don’t have firsts left. I don’t feel like I deserve such an honor.
“It’s a fucking privilege,” I say, and my voice comes out low. “Lie back and relax. It’s going to feel so damn good.”
For the first time all night, she wavers. Her knees drift together, and I’m not used to seeing her suddenly shy. It undoes me more than the confession did.
“Trust me?” I press my mouth to the inside of her knee and kiss up the softness of her inner thigh.
“Yes.” A long breath escapes her, and she gives in to me.
Her guard is falling, and I don’t know how long it will last, but I take it.
The first lick of her rewires my brain chemistry. She tastes like salt and warm honey, as if magic has soaked into her skin. Beneath the lavender of her sheets, there’s a flavor that is only her. Fuck, I’m already addicted.
I’ve done this plenty, but I’ve never wanted to please and give the princess treatment to anyone else. This is the first time in my life I’ve wanted to press pause on life and stay in a moment. It doesn’t scare me half as much as it should.
She’s soft and slick against my tongue as I rub circles against her clit and down to her tight hole. Her thighs tremble as I lick her from top to fucking bottom. I learn the rhythm and pressure that makes her squirm.
Her fingers thread into my hair, careful at first, asking for permission.
I groan against her, sucking and flicking her tight bundle of nerves until she’s fisting the comforter.
I’m exactly where she wants me, and she rolls her hips up to meet my tongue, riding my mouth, taking what she desires.
Gently, I slide a finger into her pussy and curl, then add another one.
Her hand flies to her mouth, and her eyes squeeze closed.
Every broken moan that slips past her hand belongs to me.
I’d trade my penthouse for more of this.
“Fuck, you taste so good right before you come,” I say against her, curling my fingers more.
With tense muscles, she loses control, and her body convulses. I keep going, giving her more friction on her clit while adding a third finger. I don’t stop, just slow down, allowing the high to subside. I pick up my pace again, sucking up her juices, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Jamie.” My name comes out of her mouth like a prayer.
She’s still pulsing from the first one, and she pushes at my head with no real force behind it.
“One more,” I murmur against her, and the vibration of it makes her gasp.
“It’s not possible,” she whispers.
I press a soft kiss to her clit. It’s an apology and a dare in the same breath. “I can tell you’re not that experienced.”
Her breath shakes. “I’m not.”
“I’ll teach you things about yourself you never knew.”
Blaire pushes herself up onto her elbows again, and her eyes darken. “Is that a promise?”
I smirk. “I don’t make promises to witches unless I intend to keep them.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, holding her eyes the whole time. “Last thing I need is another curse put on my bloodline.”
She looks at me for a few seconds longer.
A war is happening behind those dark eyes.
Then she lies back against the pillows, runs her fingers through my hair.
“Class is in session,” she says.
She’s still swollen and sensitive from the first orgasm, so I ease her into the next one. I give soft passes of my tongue as my fingers curl inside her at a pace that builds instead of breaks. She twists under me, almost like it’s too much, and I hum against her.
“Take what’s yours,” I tell her, encouraging her not to be shy.
Blaire grinds against my tongue, chasing sweet relief. Before she loses herself, I pull away.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, frustration on her face.
“I’m in control, sweetheart. Not you.”
“Says who?” Even wrecked and breathless, she comes up swinging, and I admire it even though we both know the reality of the current situation.
“Outside of this room, you’re the queen of Pine Haven, Blaire.
” I drag one finger through her and hold it up in the low light, soaked to the knuckle.
I play with her sticky cum. “In here, I’m your king.
Look at you, dripping for me. It’s down your thighs.
On the comforter. I’ve barely gotten started, and you’re already ruined.
” My mouth is a breath away from where she wants it, close enough that she can feel me talk.
“Pinch those perky nipples for me, baby.”
Her pussy winks when she does. I return to her swollen little clit, then pull back because I’m cruel. Because she’s more beautiful when she’s furious than most women are when they’re happy. Because I want her to feel that insatiable need for me.
“Say please.”
“You’ve got to be kidding—”
I blow a breath across her sensitive skin, and her whole body shudders.
“Please.” It comes out through her teeth.
“Please what? Full sentences, baby. Communicate with me. You’re articulate. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“Please make me come, please—” She’s drenched and tense, thighs clamping around my ears.
I give her everything before she can finish the sentence. She gets my mouth and fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. This time, when the pleasure builds, I work her until her toes curl. Every muscle in her body strains. At any second, she’ll jump off the ledge.
Then she lets go. Her pussy grinds against my mouth, and I devour her through every single shudder. She melts into the mattress, glassy-eyed, chest heaving, one hand still pressed over her mouth.
I kiss my way up her hip bone, up past her belly button, and press my lips against hers.
“Taste yourself,” I whisper, sliding my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to do that. “You’re delicious.”
Blaire wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me deeper into the kiss. My cock sits right at her entrance, aching to have her as I nibble her ear.
“Now get on all fours for me. Ass in the air. I want to see that dripping wet pussy.”
She moves onto her hands and knees, toward the end of the bed. I slide my cock down her slit, then add pressure on her tight ass. She pushes into it.
“Mmm, baby girl. We have to work up to that.”
She flips her hair over her other shoulder and looks back at me. “Maybe one day.”
“Fuck, I’m so lucky.”
I rub my palm on her round cheeks and am tempted to give them a smack. I dip my tip back into her pussy, and she buries her head into the mattress. Her cum glistens on the outside of the condom.
Then I slam inside her with one hard thrust. I grab her hips, fucking her senseless as she arches into me, taking me like she wants more.
I reach around her waist, rubbing that clit some more.
I grab her throat. That light pressure has her coming and clenching my cock so tight that I can’t hold back any longer.
“Come with me,” I growl against her spine.
We free-fall off the edge together. Her whole body seizes around me, and then she gushes. It’s hot and soaking my cock. I slam deep one last time and let go, groaning into her shoulder. My vision flashes white while she convulses around me. The two of us shake through it together.
We’re wrecked.
I release her throat and kiss the back of her neck as she gasps.
Then she freezes. “I did that?”
“Yes.” I ease out of her, turn her over, and cage her in with my forearms so she has nowhere to look but at me.
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed. It’s sexy as fuck.”
“I didn’t know I was capable.”
I press my mouth against hers. “You’ve dated losers.”
She smirks. “I agree.”
I kiss her damp temple. “We’re going to have a lot of fun this fall.”
I move to the bathroom attached to her room and deal with the condom. I slide on my boxers and collapse next to her on the mattress. We’re tangled together, still trying to catch our breaths.
“So,” she says when she can finally talk, “that was … I have no words.”
“We’re just getting started,” I say into her hair.
Part of me wants to pull her into my arms. But then the other part of me knows there are clear rules for this fling. I force myself away and place my feet on the floor.
“Leaving so soon?” She stretches across the bed, naked.
The shy woman from an hour ago has disappeared. I like to think I helped with that.
“Yeah.” I find my jeans in the dark and pull them on, keeping my voice low. “I had a good time.”
I pull my shirt on. She watches me get dressed with heavy eyes and messy hair. Her lips are still swollen, and I’m tempted to capture them again. The silent conversation we hold is loud.
“Text me anytime,” I murmur.
“Even at three in the morning?”
I smirk. “Yes.”
She pulls the sheet over her body, looking so damn beautiful.
“I might have to test that theory. Oh, pretty please quietly use the back door and lock it on your way out,” she says.
“Can I kiss you before I go?” I ask.
Blaire instinctively licks her lips. “Yes. When we’re alone, I’m yours.”
“You sure about that?” I lean down and cradle her jaw in one hand, and I kiss her without hurrying.
“Yes.”
Neither of us has anything left to prove. She sighs into my mouth and grips the front of my shirt like she’s thinking about pulling me back into bed with her. For one dangerous second, I consider it. Then she releases me and settles into the pillow with her eyes already closing.
“Good night, Jamie.”
“Good night, Blaire. The pleasure was mine.”
“Sweet dreams,” she whispers.
I slip out of her room and go down the stairs, through the kitchen and toward the back door. I press the lock and pull the handle shut behind me.
The cold slams into me even though my body feels like it’s on fire. The streets are quiet, and no one is out haunting tonight. It’s just me and the ghosts. I stroll to the Mustang in no hurry while I replay the entire night on a loop.
For three hundred years, men in my family have been warned about witches and their curses. And here I am, having a fling with the one who supposedly freed me from it.
I start the engine and smile the whole drive up the mountain to my glass house in the sky.
Damn, I really can’t wait to see her again.