“A powerful man, and yet you’re so needy,” she murmurs. “Everything else is blurred out, and all you’re conscious of is the craving. That’s what it’s like for me in kelpie form, but multiply it by a thousand.”
“Shit.” I moan. “I can’t imagine enduring that. How do you stop yourself?”
“It’s so—”Lick. “Fucking.”Lick.“Hard.” And then she slides me wholly into her mouth.
10
I make him insane with need—mouth parted, eyes rolled back, chest heaving, arms tense, thighs hard, cock twitchinginsane.
I play with him at first. A couple pumps in my mouth, a light graze of my teeth. The swirl of a tongue. I lick up the whole length, suckle the head, dab the tiny slit with my tongue. The best kind of torture.
Then I have him take off his shirt, and I do it all again until he’s glistening with sweat, trembling with desperation. Wickedly I tease his gorgeous dick until I get the sound I’ve been waiting for, the sound I knew I could elicit from Rick Thane if I worked for it.
The whimper.
It’s beautifully male, exquisitely broken. A wordless plea.
Whatever happens to me, whatever lies ahead, for the rest of my life I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I made this lovely manwhimperfor me.
I strip off my T-shirt and remove my bra, enjoying the way his eyes widen with appreciation.
“I don’t like swallowing,” I tell him. “Let me know when you’re about to come.”
He nods.
I bathe the tip of his dick with my tongue, then run him all the way into my mouth. My head bobs rhythmically, and when he gasps, “Coming,” I pull my lips off him and rise high on my knees, bending over him and angling his cock so the cum hits my breasts and throat.
I love the light, wet warmth of it, and he’s clearly pleased at the way I look, decorated with pearly drops of his cum. He reaches out to cup my breast, palming its weight, stroking his thumb to smear his release in a glistening trail over my skin.
“Beautiful.” He takes a deep breath and releases it in a satisfied sigh. “Let’s switch places.”
Seconds later I’m on the couch, sitting atop a blanket that I draped over the warm spot where his denim-clad butt was. I’m bare-ass naked, and I refuse to sit that way on the sofa upholstery, especially since I share this house with others. Hence the blanket. I can wash it later.
Rick has refastened his pants, but he’s still shirtless. His wavy brown hair is tousled, a few locks arching over his forehead and brows. He looks like a debauched cowboy with bedroom eyes, and I love that for me.
“The male witches of my family have another gift we don’t talk about much,” he says, holding my thighs apart. “We get hard again faster than human men do.”
“Thank goodness,” I say fervently. “Get inside me now, please.”
He chuckles. “Hold your horses. I do need a few minutes. Let me enjoy you for a while first.”
I roll my eyes at the horse reference, but then his tongue is on me and I swear I couldn’t recall my own name if I was asked. My entire consciousness centers on that strong, gentle tongue dancing over my clit and gliding through my pussy.
Rick tortures me like I tormented him, occasionally glancing up with a triumphant smirk on his wet lips. When I’m straining, perspiring, and whining with need, he pauses, meeting my gaze, rubbing his thumb over my clit in small circles.
“You’re doing well, baby.” His voice is so low and gravelly that I squirm, aching for him to be inside me. Coming on his hand or his tongue won’t be enough. I want him to be part of me when it happens. I need him as close as possible.
“Can you please fuck me?” I whisper.
“Right here?” He strokes his finger through my opening, and my thighs quiver.
“Yes.”
“You want me in here?” His finger dips inside, pumps slowly a couple times.
“Oh god,” I sob.
“Which god?” He bends and gives me a long lick.
