He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’ll trust you on that.”
As we quiet, my gaze steadies on his lips, and I can’t help thinking about how good they felt on my flesh. Knowing that I’ll get to experience them again soon. Funny to thinkhow apprehensive I was when we started, and now I’m fucking craving it.
“So we’ll do it like this,” he says, “same thing next week…Wednesday night?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He runs his thumb up my arm, then moves it over to my face, rubbing gently against my chin. “Then I can have another bite of that delicious bubble butt?”
I chuckle, my face heating up again. God, what he does to me.
“That’s a yes, then,” he says, shifting closer. His thumb moves from my chin, across my lips, as he gazes at them.
Desire pulses through me again as he stares at my mouth like he’s about to go in. “You willing to reconsider this no-kissing rule? After what we did, aren’t you wondering what it’d feel like?”
“Yes,” I confess, which makes his smile broaden.
He moves closer and leans into me, pressing his lips against my cheek, setting fire to it like he did other parts while we were messing around. I’m waiting for him to take my mouth, claim it as his, but he pulls away. “There,” he says. “That’ll give us both something to look forward to for next time.”
I resent him for not kissing me on the mouth, but his suggestion excites me. I know I’ll be dreading the wait until our next fuck because I want to get to the end of this spell, but now I’ll be dreading it because that’s how long I have to wait to know what it would feel like, what his mouth would taste like.
And despite the fears I have about this spell, it makes me feel like even if that doesn’t work, at least this won’t have all been for nothing.
10
MATTEO
As I sitin class, attempting to pay attention to the lesson, the memory of the taste of Alexei’s flesh lingers on my tongue. I haven’t been able to get the guy out of my head since last Friday. Not just because of what we did, but because of this regret that consumes me.
It was a mistake. Not the fucking, but that I didn’t claim his mouth the way I should have when I had the chance. He was right there, his lips begging for it. I should have crushed my mouth against his, let our tongues meet.
I run my hand over my face, feeling the light scruff I’ve managed to grow since our fuck.
“…the scruff was kinda hot…”
He said it jokingly, but now I just want to please him—I hunger for the idea of making him moan again, hearing that sound resonate as it hits my ears, feeling the way his hips push back, begging to take my cock faster, harder.
As I glance around the classroom, I notice a guy checking out my junk, and our gazes meet briefly before he turns away. I reposition in my chair, trying to hide my raging hard-on.
Annoying as it may be in the middle of Calculus, it pleases me that I’m this hard. I’ve had several erections justthinking about what Alexei and I did, and what I want us to do next. I’m fairly confident I won’t need any pill to help me fuck him tomorrow night.
Wild that I’m like this over Alexei when I’ve never felt this way about a guy before. I mean, I did think Alexei’s ass was bitable, which in hindsight, isn’t that straight. But I never equated thinking guys were hot to wanting to do stuff with them.
I guess I do now.
Especially if their name is Alexei Veritov.
Maybe discovering I’m bi would be more of a thing if it didn’t seem insignificant next to finding out magic is real, discovering a part of the world I never even considered. Really, as far as attraction goes, the only thing that matters to me is that I get to mess around with Alexei again.
After class, I go to the library, hoping I might find him in his usual spot, and when I do, a rush of excitement pulses through me. He’s got his hair tied back in a ponytail as he reads something on his laptop screen, totally caught up in it as I sidle up beside him.
“Don’t know how you’re able to concentrate right now,” I say.
He’s already grinning when he turns to me. “I feel like I’ve had an easier time focusing since last week, actually.”
“You seem more relaxed too,” I whisper, “like you just needed a thick cock to loosen you up.”
“It definitely loosened me up.”
