Getting Familiar with Your Demon: That Old Black Magic, Book 4 (16 page)

Okay, he imagined nibbling and licking a lot more than the backs of her knees. His overactive imagination wandered into the vivid fantasyland of rucking her skirt up around her hips and burying his mouth in her pussy. He knew from their night together that she enjoyed being eaten out, even if she didn’t necessarily
want
to like it.

Correction, she probably just didn’t want to like it with him. The recollection of how she’d gasped his name while her clit pulsed beneath his tongue shot a thrill through him, as well as a spike of hunger. Making her come despite the resistance she’d valiantly tried to cling to—it’d been fucking tantalizing. Then
and
now. Unlike others of his ilk, he’d never felt the need to take something that wasn’t freely offered to him, but he’d be lying if he said Marabella’s sweet capitulation hadn’t stoked his inner satyr.

Shit. Maybe he was looking at this the wrong way. Why deny the natural sexual chemistry between them? It’d only condemn him to a constant hard-on. They could fuck each other’s brains out and leave it at that. It might even kill his obsession with her once and for all.

He slid a glance toward her and noticed she was sniffling. Aw hell. He’d been cock-blocked by a damn chick flick. Shifting his focus to the TV screen, he attempted to deduce what sappiness had her all misty-eyed, but damn if he could figure it out. In the movie, the big guy who apparently liked to dance a lot—but redeemed himself by driving a ’57 Chevy—said something about not putting Baby in a corner before dragging his girlfriend away from the table. From the looks of things, they were going to dance again.

Bloody fuck. Who danced this much? It was abnormal.

Marabella blotted her eyes with a tissue and gave another sniffly sigh. “Now that’s true love.”

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me.”

She jerked her head and blinked at him like she’d forgotten he was there. “Sorry?”

“It’s a movie, babe. Nothing real or true about it.”

A frown wrinkled her brow. “Just because it’s a movie doesn’t mean there’s not some truth in it. Despite the odds stacked against him, Johnny came back for Baby. Because he loves her. And love happens to be a real emotion, you know.”

“That’s debatable.”

Sadness flickered in Marabella’s eyes. “You don’t think love is possible?”

“Not in the way you do.” He waved his hand toward the TV. “Not how it’s portrayed by Hollyweird.”

She crumpled the tissue in her palm. “Then what kind of love do you believe in?”

The kind that wouldn’t bite him in the ass. That wouldn’t leave him vulnerable enough to do something he’d regret later. He’d learned a long time ago that emotions could be the biggest weapons used against a person. A smart man never let his enemy know he gave a damn about anything or anyone.

“You really want to know what I believe in, sweet Bella?” He pushed up from the chair and stalked toward the couch. Her eyes widening, Marabella slunk deeper into the cushions as if she were hoping to melt into them and thereby escape.

As if there was any chance in hell of that happening. He’d been tormenting himself with the memory of her all day and half the night. His senses reeled from the intoxicating proximity of her. If he didn’t touch her—right this instant—he’d fucking self-combust. Planting his knees on either side of hers, he hiked up her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. She gasped, but he barely registered the sound as silken heat met his fingers.

Locking their gazes, he coasted along her labia. Satisfaction burned in his gut when her folds immediately slickened for him. “
This
is what I believe in. Sex, and the indisputable truth your body is telling me right now.”

“I-it’s not telling you anything.”

“Yes, it is. It’s making it crystal clear how much you want me.”

He expected her to deny it, or come up with some ridiculous lie that’d be in direct opposition to the damnable proof of her wetness coating his fingers. Instead she took a shaky breath and nodded. “You’re right. I—I do want you.” Her lips trembled. “I wish with every beat of my heart that I didn’t though.”

“That makes two of us, babe.” He found her entrance and eased a finger inside. Snug, wet warmth surrounded him, and he clenched his jaw. “Do you remember the feel of my cock buried inside you?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice wispy.

“I remember the feel of you coming, all of your tiny cunt muscles milking my cock.”

“
Sam.
” Despite her scandalized retort, a tremor rippled through the velvety flesh hugging his finger.

He offered her a wicked grin. “Which excited you more? Me talking about you coming, or using the word cunt?”

She blushed. He found it adorable that she could, considering her legs were spread for him while he finger-fucked her pussy. Her mixture of innocence and wantonness was the kerosene to his fire. Lowering his head, he ravished her mouth, his tongue plunging past her lips in perfect mimicry of his finger delving within her soaked channel. He caught her ragged moan and chased it with his own. Her nails raked through his hair, grazed his scalp. The light sting spurred him on. He added another finger along with the one already inside her and pumped the pair a few times before removing them and ripping her panties off.

Sitting back on his haunches, he tugged her sleeveless sweater over her head and freed the clasp on her bra, leaving the cups to dangle beneath her armpits. He slicked up his fingers with her wetness again before painting her nipples with the moisture he’d collected. Then he went about savoring every drop as he licked and sucked the turgid peaks. The way Marabella wiggled around, it was safe to hazard she was enjoying it just as much as him. He returned to her mouth and shared her taste. She was timid at first about allowing that taboo, but eventually her tongue welcomed his in an encouraging glide, and their kisses deepened until they were forced to come up for air.

His lungs bellowing, he stared at her for a long moment before hunkering in front of the couch and tugging her toward the edge of the cushion. He shoved her skirt above her waist and hooked her behind the knees with his hands. Spreading her wide, he gazed at the glistening bounty laid out before him.
Mine.
Tuning out the possessive growl in his head, he ducked and feasted on the succulent pussy he’d been dreaming about for hours. Days. A fucking lifetime.

He was like a kid in a candy store, wanting to gorge on his favorite treats all at once. So he did. Sucking her clit between his teeth, he licked and flicked it with his tongue while he fucked her with a pair of fingers stuffed in her pussy. When his tongue grew jealous of his fingers, he switched positions, alternating between the two until Marabella was writhing and gasping.

Fuck, he wanted to feel her come. It was a fierce need boiling inside him. Lifting his head, he watched her face as he sought her G-spot. She bucked against his hand, almost dislodging his fingers. He steadied her on the cushion and continued his pressure on the sweet spot guaranteed to rocket her over the edge.

“Sam, it’s too much. I—I can’t take anymore.”

“You can. You will.” His thumb brushed her clit lightly, teasingly, before circling the slick nub with firmer strokes that matched the tempo of his fingers plunging inside her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened on a silent scream as her body bowed into a tight arch. The walls of her pussy clamped around his demanding fingers, milking them with strong spasms.

He nearly came with her. Giving her time to come down slowly, he removed his hand and licked his fingers clean, her musky taste managing to do the impossible—make him even harder. His entire body rigid with barely leashed need, he stood and kicked off his boots before fumbling with his T-shirt and jeans. Once naked, he scooped Marabella into his arms so they could trade places on the couch. He didn’t have any condoms, and it was a safe bet she didn’t either. In her dazed, post-orgasm bliss, it’d be easy enough to take advantage and slip inside her unprotected. Some unrecognizable sense of chivalry stopped him from doing such a bastard thing.

Shit. Imagine him not being a bastard for once. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t find other ways to enjoy her. “Come here, baby. Rub that sweet pussy on my cock.” Gripping her hips, he showed Marabella what he had in mind. Splaying her palms on his chest, she complied with his request, undulating in a way that made his balls tighten. Moaning, he let his head fall back against the couch cushion. “Fuck yeah. Like that. Feels good, Bella.”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Up close, her eyes held a dreamy, satiated quality. “I’m glad I’m making you feel good, Sam. Because what you just did for me…it was incredible.” She nibbled his bottom lip before giving him a shy smile. “I’d like to do that to you too. Oral sex, I mean. Would…would you like that?”

Chuckling, he kneaded her ass cheeks. “Baby, I don’t think there’s a male alive who doesn’t like having his cock sucked.”

She cast her gaze down toward the vicinity of his lap. “True. But I’ve never done it. I might disappoint you.”

He stared at the crown of her head. “You’ve never given a blowjob?”

“I told you. You’re the only one I’ve ever been with.”

“I didn’t realize that encompassed anything beyond penetration.” Another disturbing wave of primal satisfaction rolled through him again. It made no sense why it should please him that he’d been—and would continue to be—her first in all ways. But he wasn’t so foolish to turn away a delicious proposition handed to him on a silver platter. “I’ll teach you.”

Her lips twitched. “You’re going to teach me how to give a blowjob?”

“Yes. And there’ll be a quiz afterwards. So pay close attention.” He waggled his brows, earning her laugh.

She scooted off him and crouched between his legs. Her fingertips trailed through the light dusting of hair on his thighs, making their way to his groin. By the time she finally grazed his cock, his muscles were coiled with tension and a sheen of sweat glazed his chest.

“You’re so soft and smooth here.” Wonder lacing her voice, Marabella caressed the head of his cock.

“Sweets, it’s never a good idea to use the word
soft
when describing a dick.”

She rolled her eyes. “I meant it in a nice way.”

He grunted. Without warning, she bent forward and engulfed him in her mouth in one lush downstroke. He choked on a strangled groan.

Lifting her head, she offered him an unbelievably phony look of concern. “Sorry, am I not doing this right?”

“Little minx. Don’t you know it’s dangerous playing with a demon?”

An indecipherable shadow passed over her eyes. “Actually, I do.”

“But you’re going to anyway, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes. I can’t help myself, Sam. I want you too much.”

She wasn’t the only one suffering from that particular dilemma. Wishing he possessed enough strength and sense for them both, he coaxed her attention back to his waiting cock. With a hungry moan, she slid the head past her lips. He gathered the curtain of her hair in his fist so he could better watch her bobbing motions. A shiver trembled through her, and she arched toward his hand in a telling way. There was undeniable submissiveness in the gesture. It only fired his strange possessiveness into overdrive.

“Look at me while you’re sucking my cock.”

She immediately obeyed, and unwarranted pride flowed through him. He attempted to ignore it before ultimately admitting defeat. So her submissiveness pleased him. It didn’t mean a damn thing. It certainly didn’t mean he envisioned her belonging to him. Of taking care of her. Because he sure as hell didn’t know how to take care of anyone but himself. And half the time he did a shitty job of that.

Her suction grew more intense, her cheeks hollowing. Desperate noises hummed from the back of her throat, the vibration a sexy torment. A warning tingle buzzed at the base of his spine. He was seconds away from coming, but he didn’t want to do it in her mouth. Gently cupping her chin, he disengaged and stroked his shaft. Once. Twice. That was all it took for him to shoot off, streaking her delectable breasts with his seed. He shuddered and groaned, the orgasm sucking the very life force from his limbs. A moment later, Marabella snuggled contentedly against him, either unmindful or uncaring of the mess he’d made of her.

He only wished he could be as equally oblivious to the fact he’d just deliberately marked her like some primitive claiming.

Chapter Sixteen

Filtered sunlight streamed through the closed blinds in Marabella’s bedroom. Blinking against the intrusion, she peeked toward the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven thirty. If she planned to make it to the Alliance headquarters and get back in time to open shop before ten, she had to get her butt up and moving. Stretching her arms over her head, she indulged in a lazy yawn. The mattress dipped and a pair of hands slid around her rib cage, pulling her snug against the warm, naked body that’d just settled next to her.

Sam. A lush heat wave spread through her as she remembered their sexy interlude on the couch last night. The ecstasy he’d brought her to—it was crazy to think such a thing was even possible. And then witnessing that same intensity play out across his face while she pleasured him with her mouth? Oh yeah, she could easily get addicted to that. To
him
.

His hands ghosted upward and massaged her breasts. It was shocking how effortlessly he worked her nipples into stiff peaks. Then again, should she be surprised? He’d proved time and again his slightest touch had the ability to turn her body into a quivering, desperate mass of nerve endings. Easing his thigh between hers, he coaxed her legs wider. The position felt odd, and she wasn’t entirely certain of his intention for maneuvering her into it. But then his cock nudged with definitive purpose at her entrance.

“Sam?” She tried to wiggle around to look at him, but he banded his arm around her waist.

“Shhh.” He took her hand and directed it between her legs. “Guide me inside you.”

She encountered his latex-sheathed cock and frowned. “You’re wearing a condom.”