Page 6 of Trickery

Chapter Three

He set her gently on the bed and then crawled on top of her, hovering there on all fours, staring at her like a hungry wolf. “Willow,” he said, “You are so beautiful. I want you.”

She wriggled impatiently beneath him. She wanted him on her. In her. Why didn’t he just rip off her clothes? Why didn’t he take her? Instead he just crouched there, over her, lungs heaving like a bellows, eyes burning.

She stroked him, his shoulders, his arms, his abdomen. She wanted bare flesh but she met an annoying resistance.

“Take off your shirt.”

He did, without hesitation, kneeling up and ripping the cotton barrier from his body. Willow sucked in a breath at the sight. A long, lean plane of tanned, rippling flesh. She dragged her nails across his pecs and down to his abs, creating a red, four-tracked trail, and then reversed her path with her palm. He was firm and warm and perfect.

She sat up and retraced her caress with her mouth, exploring him, tasting him, teasing him. He looked down at her as she ravished him, pain limning every line of his face. His hand trembled as though he very much wanted to fist it in her hair, direct her mouth where he wanted it to go. But he couldn’t.

Oh dear.

Of a sudden, Willow realized why.

With her brilliant potion, she’d made him her sexual slave, bound to appease her every command. He couldn’t—literally couldn’t—fuck her without permission.

She caressed the flesh of his nape, tugged him down. “Austin,” she whispered in his ear. “Make love to me.”

His breath came out in a relieved rush. He pushed her back and lowered his body over hers. His mouth, a ravaging marauder, tasted her everywhere, nipping and sucking and licking languorously. And all the while, he rubbed his fat cock on her slit. He became impatient with that and wedged his knee between hers, shoving her legs apart. He lowered his hips and let his cock scrape her sensitive flesh.

“God, you’re hot,” he growled between nibbles. “Even through your clothes. I can feel your little clit throb.” He pressed harder and she gasped.

Yes, her clit was throbbing. But then, so were her nipples. Her body ached, all the way to her core, ached for that fullness he could give her.

His fingers raked across her nipples, a tandem torment. “Yes. Yes. Unbutton my blouse, Austin. Do it.” She wriggled beneath him, rubbing against his cock as he complied, fumbling with the buttons and spreading the fabric wide.

His nostrils flared as he revealed her breasts cupped, as they were, in black lace. His tongue dabbed at his lower lip.

“Suck on my nipple.” She arched her back, annoyed that she had to tell him to do everything.

He lowered his head and took an aching bud into his mouth. Sucked. Agonizing delight speared her. He did it again, this time grinding her swollen mound with the same rhythm. Willow pushed back, spread her legs wider, humped him, panting.

“More. More. Do the other. Come on, Austin. Do it!” At her urging, he unfastened her bra and released her breasts. He tweaked the nipples, pinched them and rubbed them as she panted and writhed beneath him, becoming more and more aroused.

But he did nothing, absolutely nothing, she did not expressly command.

She groaned in frustration as his light touch drifted—again—over the snap to her jeans without releasing them. “Damn it, Austin!” she bellowed. “Strip me naked.”

He groaned and hastened to comply. He trembled as he unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. She helped him peel them off and then kicked them onto the floor. She ripped her panties off herself because she couldn’t bear to wait for him to do it.

Unencumbered by her annoying clothes, she laid back with her legs spread wide on either side of him. “Eat my pussy, Austin.” She set her voice low, twined with a charmed command. He stared at her naked bush and swallowed. As he lowered his head, he licked his lips and moaned.

And then he was there.

He nudged the length of her slit with a gentle tongue, lapping back and forth, teasingly, dipping in only slightly, until she growled and pled and arched her hips. Then he opened his mouth on her. His sweet, velvet lips encased her clit and he sucked.

She nearly shot off the bed but he held her down, continuing this blissful anguish, dabbing and stabbing at it with his tongue, sucking and nuzzling and tugging with firm lips. Willow groaned at the sheer delight he created in her nub, reveled in the way the pleasure shot along her nerves, up and out to glow through her whole body.

He serviced her, kissing and laving and drawing such exquisite pleasure on her, she wanted to weep. But her hunger was rising. It had been sharp for some time—for days—but it was harsher, almost feral, since he’d sipped her wine. She hadn’t realized the spell would have this effect on her, but she didn’t care.

She wanted Austin, she’d wanted his cock inside her from the moment she’d laid eyes on his hard, muscular body and his beautiful face. She wanted him. And she wanted him now.

And she would have him.

“Austin. Fuck me.”