“Your…magic.” He bites his lip and looks around. “What…if the threats…”
Grinning, I lean back. “Don’t worry. No one would mess with the legendary Ruby Turtle,” I say with a dramatic tone. We both laugh softly.
“Gordy,” he says in a light, chastising tone.
“Seriously. I’m a big turtle. I can take care of myself. Who would fuck with this?” I dramatically flex my bicep and laugh, but Loxley’s eyebrows jump. The heat in his gaze is undeniable, and my smile falls as well. The air between us shifts from cuddly to…heated.
Loxley stares at me like I’m a flank steak and he’s a starving carnivore. I don’t think I’ll ever not feel desirable when I’m around this man.
He languidly feels my bicep, stroking the skin and giving it a squeeze. You would think we hadn’t slept together several times. Still, there is one thing we haven’t done. But I never want Loxley to be hurt. With my size, anal might be uncomfortable, but I think he wants that.
Is he ready? Hell, am I?
“Gordy…I…I…” He gulps and continues to squeeze my arm as he struggles with the words.
“Take your time, baby,” I whisper. Leaning forward, I caress his cheek. “I’ll always wait for your words. Because you matter to me.”
With a serious expression, he turns his head and kisses my palm. “Gordy, I want…”
I think I know what he’s trying to say, and it makes my breath hitch. He stands up and leans closer. He plants a kiss on my lips, then says, “I want you. All of you. I…w-w-want…the final base with you. To be topped by the turtle.”
CHAPTER 19- LOXLEY
WE BOTH TAKEour time sneaking into the shower and getting ready for bed. I’m eternally grateful that no one else in the coven is around as I guide Gordy into my room. In my short sexual history, I know bottoming requires cleanliness and prep, so I take extra time bathing myself all over. I’m almost as nervous as my first time, but in a sense, this is the first time that matters.
Gordy matters to me. He was special online as Coldblooded, and now he’s so much more.
But I don’t want to be too pushy. He is a virgin, after all. So, I resolve to have a long chat with him before we can get intimate tonight.
Walking into my room in only a towel, I freeze. All my plans to chat with my boyfriend before sex fly out the window, and my heart skips a beat at the sight.
Gordy is lounging in my bed, thighs spread wide, and on his elbows. And his huge turtle cock is pointing upward. He’s so hard, so wanting, and so ready for me. We can talk later.
“Gordy,” I murmur. Tossing my towel off, I crowd his space, and yeah, I’m already getting hard.
“Lox.” He strokes himself, and I grin. “I’ve never…”
“That’s okay,” I whisper. I stroke him as I fondle my own member.
“But I’m just letting you know, I’ve never gotten tested.”
Oh, of course. “I have. I’m negative.”
“Okay, cool,” he says with a grin. Before I can hike myself onto him, I look around. Pushing up my glasses, I try to findsomething to lube myself up with. I must have a bottle in here somewhere.
“Looking for this?” Gordy snaps his fingers, and red energy floats into his palm. In the blink of an eye, he’s holding a bottle of lube, my favorite brand, too. Can this amazing mage read minds or something?
“You…psychic?” I ask with a chuckle.
“No, I’m just preparr-rrr.” His words morph into a growl, and he squints his eyes. That might have something to do with the fact that I clamp my wanting mouth on his dick. The bottom of his cockhead fans out, a physical manifestation of his bestial need. I’m having so much fun.
“Yum,” I whisper, after pulling off.
He shakes his head and grins. Then he holds out the small bottle. “I’ve never conjured this easily before.”
Taking the lube, I lie back on the bed. “It’s us. Magic…our magic.”
He nods. “I know, baby.” That nickname sends a chill up my spine.
