Gods, the anticipation was going to kill her. Juices slicked the folds of her pussy, her clit throbbing. She all but writhed on the sheets as he walked toward her. Cupping her breasts, she plumped them up, teasing them with her thumbs. “I want you.”
“I love how you let loose during sex. You should do it more often, other times.” He bent forward and kissed her before she could reply.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she reached up to try to pull him down onto the mattress with her. He resisted, and a shocked cry jerked from her when she felt the clamps tighten like vises around her nipples. She ripped her mouth away from his. “Jack!”
Chuckling, he sat beside her hip, leaning back to admire his handiwork. He tugged on the chain that connected her breasts, and she arched in reflex, her hips twisting. He licked his lips, his nostrils flaring. He opened one of the clamps, and an extra rush of pleasured pain burst through her. He closed it on her nipple once more, and she couldn’t help a whimper. Somehow, it hurt even more when he put it back on her ... and it turned her on even more, too.
“I want you facedown, with your ass in the air.” The words were guttural, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He reached out to pluck up the lube from where he’d dropped it on the mattress beside her.
Moisture gushed in her sex at his words. She rolled to do as he wanted, the clamps pulling at her nipples, the chain between them stretching taut as she moved. A shiver went through her, her heart pounding and beads of sweat beginning to dot her forehead. When she was on her hands and knees, she glanced over her shoulder to watch what he was doing.
The top of the lube opened with a creaking pop, and another shiver passed through her, anticipation ratcheting higher inside her by the second. One of his hands slipped underneath her to tease her nipples, opening and closing the clamps, twisting them until tingles ran in waves over her skin. Her sex clenched hard, and she bit her lower lip. She wanted to demand that he stop tormenting her, but she never wanted him to stop. He tangled her up inside in ways that she didn’t understand, ways that she knew were dangerous to her well-being, and still she couldn’t make herself call this off.
Her hips undulated, subtle movements she couldn’t control. Sexual magic whipped inside of her, and she felt it begin to bathe her skin in golden light. The spell that wove their passion together was as natural as breathing now, and she knew how he enjoyed it. She wanted him to know how much she craved him, this. She whispered, “Jack.”
Kissing her thigh, he nipped the sensitive flesh and made her jolt. She felt him shift so that he was behind her, and the muscles in her arms shook. Dropping lower, she pressed her face to the mattress, her hips arched in offering.
Cool lube drizzled over her heated flesh, slipping between her buttocks. A shudder went through her. “More.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get more. I have to make up for not getting to come at Trudy’s. Your ass is mine tonight.” One of his fingers used the lubricant to ease into her anus, and the sensation made her moan.
She loved having her ass fucked, always had. Her hands fisted in the sheets when he added a second, and then a third finger to her anus, stretching her for his cock. “Hurry.”
“No.” He smacked her backside with his free hand, and a burst of hot magic shot out of her. He groaned, his breathing a heavy rasp behind her. He added more lube to her ass, pressing her rear passage wider.
“I want you inside me, Jack. Fuck me hard.” She closed her eyes, rocking herself back into his hand.
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers left her, and she bit back a triumphant smile. The blunt head of his cock probed at her opening, and she sucked in a shuddery breath, excitement exploding deep inside her.
Her teeth clenched together as he slid slowly into her ass, his cock stretching her beyond what his fingers had done. A high keen pierced the air, and she realized it had come from her throat.
Jack stilled when he was hilted inside her, his palms brushing over her back. “You’re so tight.”
“Yes.”
“Am I hurting you?”
Yes. “Don’t stop.”
She arched her ass higher, taking him still deeper. A harsh groan ripped out of them both. The white-hot pleasure knifed through her, sizzling her nerves. Her mind went blank, not a single spell occurring to her. All she could do was experience.
Nudging his cock back and forth, he stimulated her without thrusting. It was maddening and enticing at the same time. She rolled her hips under him, unable to stop herself. The small movement made a moan spill out of her. Gods, it felt so fucking good, she didn’t know how she’d stand it.
He slowly withdrew, the movements sending gooseflesh skittering over her limbs. Her hands fisted in the sheets and she held on for dear life. “More, Jack. More.”
“I’ll give you more, honey.” He pushed into her anus again, and the stretch was just as exquisite, more pleasure than pain now. He thrust into her again and again, picking up speed and force. Each time, it rubbed her clamped nipples against the bed, adding to the already overwhelming sensations that swamped her system. His hard belly slapped against her ass with each plunge, the carnal sound shocking in the quiet room. Their breathing rushed in heavy pants, the bedsprings squeaked under them, the headboard thudding against the wall.
The only magic between them was the reciprocal pleasure spell she’d initiated when they started. It didn’t seem to matter. With Jack it was good with or without the magic. The way he craved her sluiced pure fire through her, and her own desires fed his in an endless loop that made her sex clench on emptiness, that drove her right to the very edge of climax. She slid one hand down her belly to tease her clit in time with his swift plunges into her anus.
“I can feel how much you like my cock in you, and how much you like playing with your clit while I fuck you. I love this spell of yours.” He’d said he loved several things about her tonight, and a pang struck her every time he did, a longing she refused to recognize.
She swallowed. “Me too.”
“Good.” He ran his palms in circles over her back, her buttocks, then drew one back to slap the fleshy part of her upper thigh.
She squealed, jerking forward. His hands closed over her hips and hauled her back into his thrusts. He sank deep into her ass and rotated his pelvis, setting her off like a bursting rocket. Her inner muscles clenched in an enormous rush that sent her spinning. He continued thrusting, milking her orgasm for all it was worth, groaning each time another wave of climax hit her. Moving her fingers down, she shoved them into her pussy, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit.
Jack slammed deep into her ass, deeper than he’d ever been before. “Come for me again, Selina. Give me everything.”
She shouldn’t, she couldn’t. She didn’t have everything left to give to anyone. It didn’t matter, because she was screaming for him, her body turning inside out with the pleasure streaking through her. She came so hard, her skin flushed, tingles breaking out over every inch of her flesh.
One, two, three more thrusts and he emptied himself inside of her, filling her with hot fluids. His fingers dug into her hips while he held her in place, and he made guttural sounds of ecstasy as orgasm gripped him as fiercely as it had gripped her. She knew because the spell still wove between them, twining deeper than she should let it. She shuddered, collapsing to the bed with him, and slowly managing to reel her spell back in. Using a last pop of magic, she cleaned up any mess they’d made on the sheets. She was too spent to deal with showering, so a spell was just the thing. She grinned. It was good to be a Magickal sometimes.