Chapter 5
Janice trembled, moaning softly as she gripped the bustline of her dress with one hand, the other locked in Warren’s thick hair and he licked her clean from her most recent release.
She was still sensitive from all the attention he’d been lavishing her with until now, how he’d driven her up and over, over and over again.
She’d lost track of time long ago and it occurred to her that she should probably check in with her brother at some point as she dropped back down against the cushioned back of the chair.
“Are you ready to try something a bit more intense now?” He grinned as he licked his lips.
She wasn’t sure what could possibly be more intense than what felt like him sticking his whole hand inside of her.
Despite the fact that he’d been good about telling her what he was doing while he was doing it.
. . she felt the heat from her cheeks spread to her face and spill down her neck. . . And why he was doing it.
Janice honestly hadn’t understood all of the man’s explanations, but she appreciated them nonetheless.
They gave her time to adjust to what he was doing and come down before he unleashed his mouth on the delicate bud of her passion.
She was so sensitive now that all he had to do was touch it and she’d moan and try to shift away.
It was too much, felt too strong. She could barely handle the feelings he’d created in her body.
How did women do and stand this.
“I’ll start out slow and I won’t push you until I know you can handle it.” He shifted to sitting between her legs. “So, tell me what you want to do.”
She swallowed, trepidation creeping into her arousal.
“Don’t forget.” He shifted over her. “I won’t go any farther than you want me to. . . All you have to do is say ‘Ansell’.” He grinned as though the prospect of her safe word tickled him for some reason.
She frowned lightly. She really wanted to know what was so funny, but she’d rather not think too much about Double-A while she was with Warren. It was bad enough Warren told her to say the man’s name when she became so overwhelmed she started pleading with him. . . which had happened a lot.
Janice had lost track of the number of times the man had driven her to the point of ecstasy and thrown her from the top of that cliff.
And every time it happened, she’d be so full, feeling as though she’d explode and when she finally burst, she felt more in control of herself.
That it was her who Warren was making love to and not some bundle of nerves and power.
She felt satisfied and calm outside of her hyper-aroused state, but she was still curious what all tricks the man carried in his bag.
Janice bit her lip nervously. She didn’t want to stop, but she probably needed to.
She was certain several hours had passed since they’d gotten into the back of his hatchback and he had to turn on a little ac unit his uncle had had the vehicle outfitted with to run while the car was off and the windows were up apparently.
“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow at her, but his voice was level. He wasn’t trying to pressure her.
She could feel it from their connection. She had been anxious earlier and he’d told her to use her magic to connect them. That it would help her to feel more secure when he did and explained things. He’d been right, but it also had the side effect of sharing what she was feeling with him.
He could feel her anxiety, he just didn’t know what it was about.
“I don’t know what time it is.” She answered shyly.
“But,” he prompted. “I feel a ‘but’ in there.”
A crude obnoxious part of her wanted to bark a laugh, clap and shout, yeah, you do!
at his unintended pun, but she resisted the urge, being honest with him.
It wouldn’t do to start lying now, after everything that he’d done for her.
. . To her. “It’s just that I don’t want to stop even though I probably should. ”
“Why?” He frowned, studying her.
“Because I’d only come out to fight—” she watched his face screw up at that confession as he looked down at the mess they’d made of her beautiful dress.
He hadn’t ripped it to shreds or anything, but it was bunched up at her waist, the tails of her skirt crumbled into messy balls at the side of her hips so they were out of the way and she wouldn’t pee on them when Warren managed to force her body to shoot off something he said taste like honey, but that came out of her pee hole.
The man called it squirting— which just sounded wrong to her— and said it excited him very much to see her do it.
But a large part of her just thought he was kinky.
“And I told my brother I’d meet him afterward at his job to get some sleep and catch a ride home. ”
Warren crossed an arm over his deliciously well defined chest and rubbed lightly at his chin.
She’d felt the tell tale scrape of his five o’clock shadow earlier as he serviced her.
It had made for a delightful new addition to the sensations he gave her.
“If it helps, you can sleep in my car afterward. But I did already say that I’d take you where you need to go.
I haven’t changed my mind on that. If you tell me where your brother works, I can drop you off.
I don’t mind.” He began to shift away from her to the other side of the car. “What time does he get off?”
“Seven.” She answered shyly.
He flipped a little panel at the edge of the ceiling where the side of the car met the roof and a set of glowing red numbers quoting the time flipped out. “It’s only two-thirty.” He said thoughtfully. He considered her. “How much time do you need to sleep to function the next day?”
Janice had to think. It wasn’t often she had an all-nighter, but when she did it was usually because she’d built up too much power and needed to find a way to work it off.
Not because she’d spent all night having someone expel the power from her.
“I—” she swallowed nervously. “I don’t know.
. .” She felt anxious, the sort of anxious that normally would have sent her into a panic attack.
“Hey, hey,” He soothed gently, coming over to cup her face in his honey soaked hands.
“It’s okay. I was just going to make some suggestions, okay?
I was thinking, if you’re tired during the day then I could bring you some coffee and maybe a little sugar to help you stay awake.
There’s nothing to freak out over.” He smiled kindly.
She looked up into his eyes, dark brown in the barely there light, her lazy satisfied power reaching for him.
She knew it was crazy, but she loved the way he soothed her, making her feel safe and warm, loved and protected, even if his feelings hadn’t gone that way yet. She could easily get swept up in him.
And if he were willing to bring her coffee to help her stay awake? That’d be more of a help than he could understand.
Slowly, she threw an arm around his neck, kissing him and tasting her honeyed residue in his mouth. “If we stop at four, I think I’ll be fine for work. But I’d love it if you’d bring me a coffee and something sweet to eat.” She caught his bottom lip and tugged lightly at it.
He growled approvingly, leaning over her as his hand skipped to nestle between her legs. She hummed her approval as he growled in her ear, burying his face in her neck. “Woman, you’re about to make me lose my nerve.”
She chuckled breathlessly as his hand skipped over her tender flesh, parting her lips to dip into her wanting cave.
“That makes no sense~” The end caught in a breathy moan as he pushed three fingers into her, caressing and massaging the spot that had resulted in her squirting him in the face the first time it happened, alarming them both.
Warren growled, pressing his mouth against her ear to be sure she heard him, the action loosed shivers to race through her body and find refuge as spasms around his fingers. “You’ll make me lose the nerve to hold back from ravishing you.”
Janice moaned as he crooked his fingers, moving them in and out of her and spreading them to stretch her entrance.
He added another finger and spread them wide and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to cover her moan, her breathing picking up with her excitement.
She could feel herself opening for him, feel her body bend to his will and patient guidance.
“Warren.” She moaned his name on a sigh. It was hard to believe something so small and unused could be opened so wide, but he’d said it was a normal thing earlier when she’d nervously grabbed his arm upon hearing he was going to put four fingers inside of her and spread them wide.
“Yes, goddess?” This was murmured into her neck but sent a thrill of excitement racing through her body.
She wasn’t sure why, but the words set a fire in her blood that bred a rash sort of desperation.
Sure, she was anxious about why the man felt it necessary to use his whole hand to satisfy her, instead of at some point just whipping out his dick and having a righteous go at her.
But the way he spoke and basically seemed to worship her during these passionate moments were more than she’d ever thought to even hope for in her life.
The man made her want to throw caution to the wind and listen to the insane little nagging voice deep in the back of her head that said she wanted a baby and that this man would be a perfect candidate for such eccentricities.
Reaching down she grabbed his face and brought it up into a frenzied kiss.
When she finally broke it to gasp for air, she peppered kisses over his lips.
She wanted him, needed him now in a sort of driven ferocity that made her think she might lose her mind.
Her magick reached for him as she did, desperate, clutching.
She ground her body against him, moaning softly and hearing his moan echo hers as she reached into him, feeding him with her own wild desperation.