Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (40 page)

Oh. My. How did something so … grandé … fit? Now what? Simply put, it was a question of logistics. Taking him in her mouth was going to be more challenging than she thought.

The disquieting worry vanished as she worked his swollen staff. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air. He had a magnificent cock—not that she’d seen many up close and personal. She was an artist at heart, a visual person. Seeing her thumb massage the underside and how the rest of her fingers looked curled around his hardness gave her a sweet thrill. Almost immediately, he shuddered and though he didn’t move his hands, his legs wobbled.

Slowly caressing him in a sensuous up and down motion, she tested his response. Noted when he groaned or hissed. Felt the slight pulsing of his shaft when she teased the fat ridge where the thickly veined flesh smoothed into the head of his cock. She used both hands in a double grip to stroke him. He threw back his head and grunted. Charlie liked the sounds he made. Hearing his labored breathing was almost her undoing.

When she was pretty sure he couldn’t take much more, she let go of his flesh and sat back on her feet. Gazing up at him, she nearly sniggered at the flush on his face. Here she was in a decidedly submissive posture—on her knees, dick standing straight out just inches from her mouth while she looked up—but the truth of the matter was, she had all the power. It was entirely up to her whether his lust was satisfied or left to burnout on its own.

Time for him to understand exactly what was happening.

“I’m going to use my mouth on you now and you’re not to withhold anything. If you try, same as before, I leave.”

He looked shell shocked. And deeply aroused. She went in for the kill.

“I want your cock in my mouth when you come.”

He shook his head.
Yeah,
she thought.
Good luck with that, pal.
He could shake out all the denial he wanted, but his dick told a different story.

Charlie wanted to press a kiss on the bulbous head of his cock. Lick the clear droplet of fluid she saw gathering. But she refused to give him any of her emotion. Fuck that. This was about something more. He’d made her feel like shit by denying her and giving this one thing to someone else. She was about to take what she wanted. Just as he had.

Karma. Such a ballsy bitch.

Cal was pretty sure he wasn’t going to survive the second she put her lips on him. Relentless with her tongue and hands, ‘tessa drove him to a chest heaving frenzy of white-hot lust.

Saliva poured from her mouth. She made use of the gooey lubricant, spreading it with her hands as she caressed his length. Her tongue flicked without mercy all over his shaft. She even nibbled the base of his cock and tongued his balls until he was shaking all over and praying he didn’t collapse on her.

When both hands gripped his ass and she swallowed his cock, he nearly lost it when her groan of delight reverberated along his shaft.

After that, it was a whirlwind of sucking and stroking that robbed him of all sense as she claimed his cock and made it and him her slave.

She pulled her mouth off him in a decadent and slow retreat that made his dick twitch. Cal looked down and memorized every detail. Her mouth looked swollen. A sheen of slippery saliva was around her lips, on her chin and dripping onto the tank top she wore. He wanted to grab her face and fuck the shit out of her throat. Force his shaft deeper and deeper until she convulsed and gagged.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

He complied, albeit reluctantly. This was it. She was going to close the deal. He’d never wanted it to be this way with ‘tessa. Didn’t want to face fuck her. Well sure—that was total bullshit. Of course he wanted to. Wanted to listen to her gag as he shot into her throat. There was something wildly sensual about the thought of the girl on her knees staring up at him swallowing as he came. He’d just never quite come to terms with how his most primal urges would play out in an actual relationship. Not some
I fuck you-You fuck
me scenario.

“I’m giving you a choice, Signor Tyler,“ she purred.

Calling him by a name she now knew was only partially based on fact made his cock surge. She was doing more than closing the deal. She was drawing a line in the sand and taking them back to a time before his world fell apart. He didn’t know what it all meant.

When she asked her question, he shuddered head to toe. “Do you want to come in my throat?”

The way she said it turned every muscle in his body to stone. Yes, he most definitely wanted to lose it in her mouth. Wanted to watch his cock pulse when her lips stretched around him as the thick ribbons of his desire coated her tongue and slid down her throat. The need to fill her with his essence was blinding Cal’s common sense.

“Do it,” he grunted. “Suck me dry, baby girl.”

Her eyes flared briefly and then she smirked.

“So be it,” she murmured. And then she leaned forward, her hands upon her thighs, and licked his bobbing dick a couple of times. The no-hands approach excited Cal beyond belief. Then she opened wide and slid forward, sucking him deeper and deeper until his balls hit her chin.

His hands held firm behind his back, Cal bucked his hips into her mouth plunging his cock to the back of her throat where with each choking grab, he pulsed when her throat constricted. He couldn’t understand how she kept her hands on her thighs and then he saw the blissed out expression in her eyes. She might be teaching him a lesson—he was fairly sure she had an end game in mind—but he wasn’t so overwhelmed by lust that he didn’t see her pleasure. She wasn’t experienced enough to hide it from him

He came in a torrent. She grunted her surprise and then sucked him completely dry. He’d be amazed if there were any fluid left anywhere in his body when she finished and finally let his cock slide from her mouth.

He froze. Didn’t know what to do. Oh my God. What just happened? Without first fixing the problems between them, he’d just come in her throat. Yeah, he’d seen the fire of need and pleasure in her face, but that’s not what this had been about. With one soul destroying blowjob she’d just demonstrated what sex without emotion really felt like. He’d give anything for the moment to mean something. Instead—he’d … ugh. He knew what he did.

She calmly stood up, leaving his briefs down around his feet. There was a horrible déjà vu quality to the visual.

Swiping steady fingers on her mouth, she bent over and reached for her sweatshirt. Using it to clean off the mess he’d left on her face, she finished by pulling the ridiculous sweatshirt back on as if nothing at all unusual had just gone down.

Cal knew he was wearing a stricken look. She reached out and patted his cheek in the most patronizing and pitiful way humanly possible. “Now you know how it feels.”

Boom! The mic dropped and she just turned around and left him standing there with his drained cock hanging and a sense of gloom spreading through him like wildfire.

“Smile,” his mom chided to Cal as a photographer hopped around like the Energizer bunny snapping shots of the family at every angle except from the chandelier.

Mugging for the cameras was something he had tons of experience with so he slapped a passable grin on his face and put on a dog and pony show worthy of his brother’s wedding day.

Everyone was smiling broadly which he assumed signaled that the romantic nuptials witnessed by both families was a success. Jax was in some fugue state of territorial euphoria—lifting Brynn’s hand to his mouth every couple of minutes for a kiss on the ring he’d placed there. The way those two looked at each other was hard to see.

Because he couldn’t help it, Cal’s eyes sought out Brynn’s sisters. He wasn’t interested what Rhiann was up to, but ever since ‘tessa crept into the den and broke him with her seductive mouth and innocent enjoyment she’d rarely left her sister’s side.

He was a guy and therefore about as sharp as a bowl of Jell-O when it came to women, but he wasn’t dumb. She was doing everything she could to avoid dealing with him one-on-one. Keeping Rhi close by was a desperate move but he had to respect the stay away message.

Not like he hadn’t earned it.

All the women, his mom included, were wearing varying shades of inky black. That, with the men in their tailored suits and crisp white shirts, framed Brynn and her glorious dress. Jax hadn’t been kidding about the roses—they were everywhere. Draped in swags, and stuffed in vases and hurricanes littering every flat surface in the magnificent tearoom where the ceremony took place, the overall ambiance was wedding day perfect.

And Charlize? His ‘tessa? She was magnificent in a long black gown with what he heard her mother refer to as an illusion neckline. Took him a couple to figure out what that meant and then he got it and appreciated the dress even more. The curves of the top accentuated her stupendous breasts and without the overlay of delicate lace, the dress would have been way too va-va-va-voom. Being a bridesmaid wasn’t the time to be boobalicious.

She wore her hair up in a loose cluster of blonde curls studded with pretty crystal hairpins. He took great pleasure in her delicate femininity. She and Rhiann carried roses of course. Red and white bouquets matching the bride’s, only Brynn’s was much more elaborate and had the dramatic flair of cascading flowers.

He studied ‘tessa as the photographer posed the girls and snapped away. Cal laughed out loud when they spontaneously broke into a shimmy and shake with Rhiann and Charlize preening comically for the camera, while Brynn acted like she didn’t notice. Sisters. He got it.

A hand slapped him on the shoulder. The groom. He looked him over critically while Jax raised a questioning brow. “Just checking,” Cal muttered.

“For what?”

“Oh, you know. Trying to figure out where they hook on the old ball and chain.”

“Suck my dick, bro.”

Cal chuckled.

“Speaking of which,” his newly married brother drawled. Reaching into his suit jacket pocket, he withdrew a single key on a Penn State keychain and held it up. “Found this the other night on the table by the back door.”

His expression and reaction was blank because he didn’t know what the key was all about.

Jax snickered and shook his head. “Jesus, you
are
a piece of work.”

“Now what did I do?” Cal snarled.

“Judging by your cranky-as-fuck attitude I’d say you did plenty. But it’s your lucky day Caleb. I’m a happy man so rather than make you work for it and jump through a bunch of hoops, I’ll lay it out straightaway.”

He glanced at ‘tessa again, only to have Jax belligerently snap his fingers two inches from Cal’s nose. “Dude,” he barked. “Eyes on me unless you want a black one to complete your wardrobe.”

What? Oh. Right. Got it. Sighing heavily he looked at Jax and tried not to growl.

“This key?” he held it up again and then pocketed it once more. “Hangs by the door in the studio. My wife is very particular about where things go so finding it thrown on the parson’s table outside the den got my attention. Made me think. Who would use the key? And why.” Jax looked across the room and studied the Baron-Wilde sisters.

“My wife has her own key. Rhiann had no reason to come back to the house.”

Cal felt a ring of heat encircle his head as the distinct feeling of sweat on the back of his neck gathered. Fuck. My. Life.

“So I got to thinking. If it wasn’t Brynn and it wasn’t Rhiann—who could it be? Hmmm?”

He knew it wasn’t convincing in the least but he shrugged and looked Jax straight in the eye. “Dunno. Who was it?”

Jax’s head swung back and forth between looking at the girls and smirking at him. Finally, he sighed. “The kitchen is connected to the den through an air duct. When the house is quiet, a pin dropping in one of those rooms can be heard in the other.

Cal swallowed. He’d just walked into a trap. Fuck.

“Anyway, my lady had a midnight-thirty craving so there I was in the kitchen making chocolate milk when I heard your voice distinctly say, ‘Suck me …”

“All right. Enough,” he snapped. “Shut the hell up Jax.”

“Hit a nerve, have I?”

He grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled him away from the people milling about as the photos dragged on.