When he plunged into her sex, she clutched at his shoulders, trying to push him away or pull him closer, he didn’t know and didn’t care. He drove his tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm he set between her thighs. Small cries poured out of her throat, and he loved the sound of them, loved that he could make a woman as controlled and contained as she usually was go mad for him in a parking lot. The thought made his cock stiffer, and his fly chafed against his rigid flesh.
He flicked her clit with one hand and slid his other hand around to dip into her from behind. The fabric of her pants grew taut, leaving him just enough room to move. He couldn’t resist teasing her anus as he pressed in to stroke her wet pussy lips. Her body jolted, a shudder running through her.
Oh, really? There was no way he could resist a reaction like that. He chuckled into her mouth and sucked her bottom lip, biting down on the soft flesh while his fingers returned to her ass to swirl around that tight pucker. Her hips tilted to give him better access to her backside. Nice. He pushed one fingertip into her tight anus and felt her squirm against him. It turned him on even more.
Adding a second and third finger to her ass made her sob into his mouth.
The heat coming from her skin was unnatural, boiling hot. Magic. Releasing her lips, he growled, “No pleasure spells. We’re in public.”
As if to emphasize his point, a car started behind him. She opened her mouth to respond, but he kissed her again, ruthlessly squelching anything she might have said. They’d come too far to stop now. All anyone would see in the dark was a man’s back. He thrust his fingers into her, over and over again as she twisted in his embrace, her breath rushing from her lungs, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips frantically moving to meet his hand. He knew she was close, and he wanted her to go over that edge. Still finger-fucking her ass, he rubbed his other hand over her clit, rough and fast until she screamed into his mouth.
She came for him, moaning, her body arched and shuddering. A tingle of heat roared through him, and he knew it was an unconscious wave of magic she sent out. He didn’t see any light, so he doubted anyone would notice.
A sigh slipped from her, and she sagged against him. “Okay, fine. You can hold my hand.”
That surprised a chuckle from him, though the sound was rusty. “Good.”
Stretching, she sighed again, the sound glutted with satisfaction. It wasn’t a feeling he could relate to at the moment. Every little movement she made drove him wilder.
Anticipation and frustration tangled in his chest. Much more and he was going to come in his pants. He hadn’t even done that as a horny teenager, and the thought that she could bring him to the brink was both embarrassing and arousing.
Turning his head, he kissed those lush lips of hers. Again. More. She licked her way into his mouth, a small moan bubbling out of her. The sound made him burn hotter, and he pressed her harder against the wall. Her slender hands roved over his back, and she began to writhe again. It was too much. He’d strip her and fuck her right there if he didn’t stop. Right now. He jerked back, his chest heaving with each rasping breath. “I’ll see you at your place.”
“Yes.” Her voice was just as tight with lust and unspent need as his was. She straightened her clothes and bent to pick up her fallen bag. “Hurry.”
He gave a bark of laughter. “Honey, I’m going to ride your bumper the whole way there. And then I’m going to ride your ass hard when we get in your house.”
Her breathing shallowed out to nothingness and she swallowed. “My ass, huh?”
“What, you think I didn’t notice that a little fingering there set you off like a firework? I want to see what happens when my cock is stretching your ass. I bet I can make you scream and beg for more.”
She didn’t argue with that, just gave him a look that was scorching enough to set the building on fire. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Damn.” Any blood that had been left in his brain rushed further south. He shook his head. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”
“Thank you.” She turned toward her car. “I’ll see you at my place.”
Yeah, right. He grabbed her hand and twined their fingers together, walking her to her vehicle as he’d promised when they left the restaurant. He kissed her hard and fast, backing off before his lust got the better of him. “Meet you there, sweetheart.”
Jack barely let her get in the door before he was on her. Not that Selina minded. Hell, no. After that show in the parking lot, her body was primed and ready for more. She wanted him to finish what he’d started.
His tongue was in her mouth, his hands jerking at her clothes as hers did the same with his. The crisp feel of his chest hair under her palms made her moan. There was something about the visceral experience of touching a muscular man that was just too exciting for words. Impatient, she used magic on his garments so she could wrap her hands around his thick cock.
The loud sound of fabric ripping rent the air as Jack took her shirt apart in his attempt to get it off of her. The next thing she knew, Grim was there, barking loudly, shoving himself between them to force Jack away from her. Tripping backward, Jack landed on his ass, and Grim had his paws planted on the man’s chest to pin him to floor in seconds. Her familiar’s teeth bared and he growled, snapping his jaws in Jack’s face.
Smart enough not to fight or struggle, he lay still underneath the dog’s weight. His voice was level, contained. “Would you mind calling him off?”
“I can try, but he pretty much does what he wants. You might be sleeping on the floor tonight.” She was only half-kidding, too. The relationship between a familiar and their human was always complicated. Familiars had magic of their own, and attitudes to match usually. Grim used his to be the most overprotective male she’d ever had to deal with. If he’d been a human she was dating, she’d have dumped him a long time ago. As it was, she loved the damn mutt too much to be parted from him by anything other than death, and even then she’d made sure he’d be a spoiled canine for the rest of his life no matter what happened to her.
She sighed and reached out to tug on the thick leather collar around Grim’s neck. “Come on, now. I know seeing someone tearing at a girl’s clothes is freaky, but I was a willing participant.” The dog just growled at that and didn’t budge. “You know I would have blasted him with a spell otherwise, right? I’m not the type to just take it without fighting back, am I?”
Snorting, the dog looked at her from the corner of his piercing blue eye.
“Look, Grim. He’s a friend. He wouldn’t hurt me. Or you. You’ve seen him the last week. He’s a good man. Leave him alone.” She gave his collar a more insistent pull, hoping it didn’t just piss him off. “Come on, Grim, you’re killing my sex life. I never go all cock blocker on you, and I know you’ve been making time with that Dalmatian down the street.”
The sound her familiar made in the back of his throat could almost be a laugh. His head swung around to look at her full-on and he rolled his eyes dramatically before he stepped off of Jack’s chest and flopped over at her feet. Chuckling, she shook her head and bent down to pet him. “Attention whore. You act all big and bad, and then go all softy on me when you want petting.”
She rubbed his furry belly and he sighed, wriggling on the floor to get closer to her hand. She glanced up at Jack. “Well, since we stopped, I should feed him.”