Page 7 of Trickery

His head shot up, an expression of bone-deep relief on his face. His lips glistened with her cream. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes Austin. Take off your jeans, pull out your hard cock and put it into my pussy.” Best to be specific, leave no room for misunderstandings.

A muscle ticked in his cheek. His eyes burned into hers as he fumbled with the snap on his jeans and yanked them off. His briefs quickly followed and then…and then he slid over her. On her. Oh Gaia. How wonderful his skin felt, warm and bare, covering her, blanketing her. How…

Willow stilled as Austin shifted a little to the side and wedged his knees between hers, edging hers even farther apart. His cock drew a trickle of heat along her thigh, edging ever closer to her entrance. She wriggled impatiently.

Austin studied every minute reaction, every flicker on her face. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice hard, his breath hot. “Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes.” And how. Her body clenched in anticipation. Cream dribbled out. She writhed, spreading her legs wider. “In me. In me now.”

He rubbed his cock, that hard pole, over her slick slit. She flinched as the turgid head nudged her aching clit. He circled it until she whimpered with hunger.

“Fuck me.” She tried to arch up but, his weight held her down.

“Are you commanding me to?” His tone was harsh, intent.

“Yes. Yes. Put it in.”

“Are you giving me permission? Are you welcoming me into your body?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me? Of your own free will?”

“Yes.”

His gaze burned into hers. “Are you begging for it?”

“Yes, damn you.”

He smiled. A lazy, lethal grin. “Say it.”

“Say it?”

“Beg me.”

“Damn it, Austin…”

“Say it.”

The tip of his cock drew insanity on her. She growled in frustration.

“Please, Austin. Fuck m—”

Before the words escaped her lips, he nudged past her swollen folds, pushing the hot head of his cock through the tight ring of her entrance, and in. Willow shook at the sensation of fullness. It was magnificent, more delightful than she could ever have imagined. There was something about it, about him, as he slid in holding her gaze. Something that made her feel suddenly, finally complete.

But she didn’t linger on the thought, couldn’t, because Austin edged back out, which caused a whole new wash of sensation. She lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him inside her, to draw him back in, but she needn’t have bothered. After a brief teasing pause, he slipped back in.

“Do you like that, Willow?” he whispered and he sank deeper and deeper still. “Do you like my cock filling your tight pussy?”

“Yes!”

“You’re tight. So tight. I never expected… I never thought… Damn. You’re tight. And hot. Ah…” He hissed out a breath as she clenched around him. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. Yes. Like that.” He urged her hips into a sideways motion.

The movement astounded her and made Willow’s brain hiccough for a moment…and then his words sank in. “You’ve wanted to fuck me? For how long?” How could he have wanted her? Until she laid the calling spell, he wouldn’t even have noticed her. And until she’d punched a peephole in Midea’s mask, he wouldn’t even have wanted to notice her.

He met her gaze and chuckled and then moved in a way that made her mouth water and her body clench and all thoughts seize. And then he did it again. And again until she was crazed with sensation, panting and growling and clutching at him, digging her fingernails into the hard flesh of his ass to urge him to continue. Forever, perhaps.

His rhythm increased. He lifted her and began to sluice in and out of her at an astonishing rate. Each thrust, each lunge, sent her into paroxysms of pleasure that made her body weep, her soul sing. She knew this was the fuck of her life, she just wasn’t sure if it was only magic—or if it was real. But at the moment, she hardly cared.

The trails of her tiny spells swirled around him, around her, but there was something more, something greater, tugging at the two of them.

Then she lost her grasp on the thought, on all thought, because he tipped his hips and began fucking her from the side, from an agonizing new angle that had his long cock jabbing at a bundle of nerves deep inside her, prodding and poking at her, caressing and stroking her sanity.

She felt it coming, the orgasm stalking her. It rose and blossomed, tinged with the trails of her rose-flavored magic. It tangled with the other thing, the other cloud, the other essence, one that tasted blue and teased at the edge of her awareness.

The magic coalesced, tightened, shifted inward, clutching at her, dragging at her, pulling her deeper and deeper into a thick miasma of delirium, of bliss and pleasure and belonging.

And he was there too. Austin.

She stared at him with her internal eye, and he stared back.

Something unfamiliar nudged at her. It wasn’t the looming power of the coming orgasm that captured her attention. It was the other power, the other pull. And then, in a gushing tug like the undertow before a massive tsunami, everything—her soul, her mind, her breath, her power—was sucked from her body until she was nothing but an empty shell.

But before she could cry out, before she could even register the pain, everything washed back in. Her climax broke, like that tsunami, raining down on her and taking her and sweeping her away. Swamping her.

And in the raging tide, in the flood of emotions and thoughts and power and enchantment rushing back into her, there was a piece of him.