by T. S. Snow
Basically, it looked like it had come straight out of Prince of Persia and my hands itched with the need to hold it, to cradle it, to rub against it like a cat, and coo at it. To call it precious. My precious.
I’d reached for it without even realizing what I was doing, but the minute I noticed, I froze in my tracks. I forced myself to curl my hand, closing it, and taking a step back. This could never be mine.
Not only because of how clearly expensive it was, but because I couldn’t fathom how I could ever have such a pointy MET without stabbing myself to death.
I half wondered if using it would allow me to turn back time. Now, wouldn’t that be wicked?
“Char? You with me, beautiful?” Andres’s voice brought me back to the present. Or maybe it was the hand he placed on my shoulder, as his hard body moved behind mine so there was barely any space between us.
I tilted my head to give him a blinding smile.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just…I didn’t expect you to do all of this.” I waved my hand encompassing the table with all the different pieces of tech. “I mean, how did you even manage to convince your people to give up their goods?”
Andres blushed, his gaze dropping. “Actually.” He took a step away from me, putting some distance, and ran a hand through his hair. “After you sort of proved that the engineers we had employed had been bought by Ricardo, my father chose to investigate things, and the results were worse than we thought.” Andres grimaced, and it was enough to tell me that shit had hit the fan, badly. “In the end, my dad kind of fired almost everyone here, and well. We’ve hired a few new people, most recently graduated like you.”
As if his words had summoned him, the door behind Andres opened, and a six foot something hottie walked in, making my jaw drop.
I knew him. Of course I knew him. There was no mistaking the tall frame—taller even than Bast was—the broad-as-hell shoulders under the red plaid shirt, and that damn bone structure that was so fine, it highlighted the strength of his face. His dark hair was styled similar to how Andres liked to keep his, but had a “just got out of bed” edge to it that Andres’s didn’t. The thin-framed glasses served both to call attention to his unusual eyes—one blue, the other half blue, half brown, as if mirroring earth from above—and to make him seem intelligent.
Though he wore the glasses for legit reasons, since he didn’t need to appear smart; he was smart. In fact, the man was a freaking legend.
Daniel Mirare was a few years my senior, and he had been a teaching assistant at the Arcane Academy while I went there. Needless to say, his classes in Materials Engineering had been overflowing, and not just with nerds, either.
The best part had been that though his classes might have initially filled due to the eye-candy factor, it was undeniable that the guy knew what he was doing. He had a talent for teaching that few mages at the Academy actually had, and the number of students who remained in his class even after the novelty faded showed that.
Daniel always made sure to speak in a way that allowed the Battle Mages in the room to follow his lectures, while not being so simplistic as to become boring or too superficial for the Magical Engineers. He was also powerful enough that he could’ve, should have, been a Battle Mage, but he had chosen Magical Engineering at the Academy.
Nobody knew why though.
As a fellow nerd, his choice made me respect him even more, however.
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been staring at him until Andres cleared his throat beside me, putting a possessive arm around my shoulder, and bringing my body closer to his.
Staking a claim.
Damn, I had no idea Andres could be the jealous type, not after he’d so readily agreed to sharing me, but I couldn’t deny his possessive move made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside—not to mention a bit horny—even as I blushed, embarrassed for having been caught ogling.
I couldn’t help it, though. Daniel Mirare wasn’t just a snack, he was the whole damn vending machine, and his appeal was almost otherworldly. Even though I wasn’t really jump-into-bed-and-do-the-naked-tango attracted to him, it was impossible to not be caught in his big dick energy.
I was willing to bet half the money in my savings account that he had a huge dick.
No thinking about other men’s dicks, Charisma.
Right. Yeah. Uh.
Do not lower your eyes in the direction of his hips, Charisma. Avoid eye contact with the one-eyed snake. Or the trousers holding the snake. Whatever. Semantics.
Must. Speak. Words.
I had words. I could word. Wording was a thing I did. Without dick staring.
Or mentioning any kind of peen.
I was fumbling with what to say to break the awkward tense silence, when Daniel spoke, sparing me from further embarrassment.
For now, anyway. The day was young.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Illudere, I did not mean to intrude on a private moment. I just thought I would offer my help. I had no idea Charisma would be here.” He flashed me a double dimpled smile. “She needs no assistance.”
Feeling self-conscious, I raised my arm and did a little finger-dance wave. “Hey Teach, long time no see.”
At my comment, Andres maneuvered us so that my back was to his front, and one of his arms was banded around my waist.
If he had peed on me to stake his claim right then and there, it would’ve been less subtle.
I chose to be amused rather than annoyed, however. Mostly because jealous Andres was incredibly cute, and it was so...unlike him. This was the same Andres who’d had a threesome with me and Bast. The same one who had all but thrown me at Blaze.
Kinda made me wonder what the story was between him and Mirare, or if this was just a reflection of his feelings for me.
Regardless, it was kinda cute. I could tell him he didn’t need to worry, that I had no romantic interest in Daniel at all. We were friendly-ish, but we were always been more interested in nerding out together than actually catching feelings. We were too alike; it was dooming.
Besides, while Andres’s flirty ways had always been endearing and his sex appeal as natural to him as breathing, I found Daniel’s...a little too over the top for my tastes. He had enough fans already, and I just hoped he’d one day find a girl who put him in his place and taught him he wasn’t as irresistible as he thought he was.
“Hey, Charisma. Glad to see you’re staying out of trouble,” Daniel replied, smirking.
Okay, so, he knew me. I dared say there had even been a sort of weird friendship we’d developed. We may or may not have bonded during a particularly long debate on the properties of Doridium and whether it was possible to create a MET completely without using a Magical Catalyst. I wasn’t sold on the idea, but he was determined to prove it could be done—it was actually the subject of his research and one of the reasons he’d ended up teaching at Arcane Academy.
Andres sighed near my ear, making me shiver. “Let me guess, you took his class, too?” he asked.
I tilted my head so he could see me rolling my eyes, before I pointed at myself. “Magical Engineer.” Then I pointed at Daniel. “Teacher of Magical Engineering.”
Andres shook his head, as if frustrated, but his lips were tilted up.
“Anywayssssss,” I said, trailing off when I realized I had no idea where I was going with this.
Getting a hold of himself, Andres blinked, his posture relaxing, and he gave Daniel one of his easy smiles, showing the dimples.
While Daniel’s dimples were cute, Andres’s dimples were downright sinful.
I stared at them a beat too long, wondering how awkward things would get if I licked his dimple a teeny tiny little bit.
Maybe it would be better to do that when we were in private. And then I could go to town licking him. All over.
Good plan.
Andres did deserve a blow job for his cute protective act. Trying to save me from the evil sexy heart-throb teacher.
“Thanks for coming to check in on us, Daniel, but I’m su
re Char has it handled.” Andres looked down at me, his eyes full of warmth, and I preened a little bit.
Someone was totally getting a blowjob.
Daniel nodded. “Please don’t hesitate to call if you need me. It was good seeing you again, Charisma.”
“Wait,” I called out, just as he was about to turn and leave. “The Prince of Persia dagger—your doing I presume?”
Daniel’s eyes glinted as he winked. “I should’ve known you’d catch the reference right away.”
“Duh. I see you’re still using Doridium.” At my words, he raised an eyebrow. “Giving up on your thesis already?” I knew I sounded smug, but really. I was feeling smug.
Daniel chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite. I’m not ready to give up yet, but for now, Doridium will do just fine. I’ll be seeing you, Charisma.” And with that, he tipped an imaginary hat at me, nodded at Andres, and left the room.
Andres waited to make sure he wouldn’t come back before walking to the door, locking it, and turning to me.
“Want to explain what that was all about?”
I grinned at the jealousy I could hear in his voice.
“You’re adorable.” I walked closer to him, hugging him and kissing the spot where his dimple always appeared when he was smiling. “You have nothing to worry about though, Mirare and I are just fellow nerds. The whole year he was my teacher, we held onto a debate because he’s delusional and thinks he can make a MET without Doridium or some sort of substitute. There’s nothing and there has never been anything between us.” Still on tiptoes, I kissed the edge of his mouth, pulling back when Andres turned his head to kiss me properly.
I never knew I could find jealousy so damn hot, but I was totally going to reward him for it. And for the forethought of having his engineers display all kinds of fun toys for me to play with.
I dropped to my knees, and Andres’s gaze became heated, especially when I started trying to unbutton his jeans. I wished I could say I made quick work of stripping him, but by the time I managed to free his erection, he was hard and ready for me.
I took in the sight of his hard cock jumping up almost in hello at me, of the small patch of hair at the base of his happy trail, and my mouth watered. I gave his dick a smacking kiss, thrilling at the way his muscles jumped and his hard length twisted at the contact. “I probably shouldn’t be telling you I’m rewarding you for the possessiveness, because I don’t want to encourage you too much, but it was so fucking hot, you deserve a treat.”
Andres’s breath hitched, and his gaze was hooded on mine when I glanced up at him so he would know I wasn’t just saying the words, but that I meant them. Wasting no more time, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, sucking hard. Andres groaned and his hand went to my head, gripping my hair. I slowly bobbed my head back, so only his tip was in my mouth, and sucked again, using my tongue to lick his tip. The noise he made was music to my ears.
Andres’s grip on my hair tightened and he put pressure so I’d move my head. I started bobbing up and down his length, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and then back, using my hand to stimulate the rest of his dick that I couldn’t fit into my mouth. He was thick in my hand, almost too much to allow me to close my hand around him, but only almost.
“Fuck, Char. You feel so fucking good.” Andres’s words were no louder than a whisper as he started to guide my head and fuck my mouth, being careful not to feed me too much of his dick and choke me to death.
When he was close to the edge, I braced myself for his come, ready to swallow all of him, but he pulled out, hoisted me up, and kissed me senseless.
“I need to be inside of you, Char. I want to come inside of you. Feel your tight pussy getting even tighter around my cock as you come. Make you remember you’re mine.”
His words must’ve had a direct line to my vagina, because the more he spoke, the wetter I became.
I loved loved loved this side of Andres.
“Well then, why don’t you?” I challenged, even as I gripped him tighter against me.
There were too many clothes between us. Too damn many.
As if hearing my thoughts, Andres put me on the edge of the metal table where the pieces of MET had been spread, taking my shirt and his off, and discarding them on top of the tech.
I had half a second to worry about all the pointy things surrounding me, but then Andres kissed me, and I stopped thinking at all.
His hand slipped under my bra, cupping my breast, while his tongue warred with mine, and I could only feel.
I started to squirm against him, wanting to get rid of my jeans, to feel him against me, and he once again proved to be in tune with me, because he unbuttoned my jeans, and then helped me out of them, dropping to his knees in front of me while he spread my legs, bringing my pussy even with his face.
Heart racing and breathless, I stared at him as he gave me one slow, long lick.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, tilting backwards so my elbows held part of my weight, and my body was better positioned for him.
Fuck. His tongue moved all the way from close to my ass, parting my folds and tasting me, before sliding to my clit, where the pressure was almost painful, but completely delicious.
I thrust my hips forward again, needing more. So much more.
I wanted his mouth and his fingers and his tongue, all at once.
Andres didn’t disappoint. He didn’t waste time, licking me like I was his favorite ice cream cone. When he slid his fingers inside of me and sucked on my clit, I moaned and my toes curled with pleasure. He finger fucked me while his tongue and mouth did wicked, wicked things to my clit, and I came before I even realized I was close to coming.
Andres’s hands and mouth vanished for a second, but before I could finish riding the waves of pleasure, his dick was pushing at my opening. I spread my legs even wider, to give him more access, and he took full advantage of the position, thrusting into me at once.
I opened my eyes to look at him. Andres’s eyelids were half closed, his mouth glistening with my arousal, hair messy from my hands. I followed the direction of his gaze, and saw what fascinated him so much. From this position, we could both watch his cock sliding in and out of me.
It was dirty, kinky, hot.
Andres kept his thrusts slow so we could both watch what he was doing to my body.
I was insanely grateful we’d had the talk about being clean and contraceptives because otherwise I’d probably be freaking out about the consequences instead of being able to enjoy being fucked bareback.
Knowing there was nothing between us, seeing there was nothing between us. Feeling all of him with no kind of barrier...it was amazing.
He was amazing.
Andres thrust into me once more, his big cock fully swallowed by my folds, and instead of pulling out again, he moved us so I was laying down on the table, my butt hovering a little over it. He thrust into me again, and this time, I could feel him going deeper, hitting me in the spot that had me seeing stars. His gaze met mine, his eyes alight with triumph even as he increased his pace, fucking me hard and fast just the way I liked it.
I tried to match his movements, but I had no support, and all I could do was hold on for the ride.
I ignored the pain at my back from whatever was piercing into my skin, and kept my eyes on Andres as I felt myself near the edge again.
“Andres,” his name was both a moan and a prayer.
“Come for me, Char,” he demanded, and I was helpless to obey when his finger found my clit, giving me the final push over the edge.
Andres groaned his release, pumping inside of me as he came.
Spent, Andres laid his head on my chest, taking a moment to catch his breath, and I almost purred in contentment.
I definitely wanted to see jealous Andres more often, because he was spectacular.
Ten out of ten, would recommend.
“After we catch our breath, we should definitely do that again. This time over another t
able,” I suggested, hopeful, and he chuckled.
“We can do that as many times as you want, Char baby.”
“You got yourself a deal.”
23
Andres
After Char was done with her new MET, or rather, what she claimed would be her backup MET, I took her shopping.
Her new MET was a pair of earrings that, from the front, looked like simple silver studs, but that went up on the back, circling her ear like earbuds. It looked pretty awesome, to be honest, and it was practical enough due to the materials it was made from that she wouldn’t have to take them off for anything; she could even shower with them.
Not that I foresaw Char needing her MET in the shower, but the less she took it off, the less likely she’d be to lose them.
Her track record with METs so far had not been very impressive, and though I knew it wasn’t her fault, I was glad she was taking precautions.
By the time we made it to the mall, Char was biting her lip and nervously looking at me.
I cut off the engine, turned in my seat, and smiled at her.
“What is it, Char?”
I cupped her cheek with my hand, and marveled when she tilted her head so she could seek even more comfort. I wanted to pull her in my lap and kiss her until she was grinding against me once again, but she had a date with Blaze tonight, and I didn’t want to make her late for it.
Besides, I’d had Char a few hours ago; it was just that no matter how many times I had her, I still wanted. More, always more.
I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of my girl, and I was perfectly okay with that.
“Isn’t it kind of weird?” she asked, not relenting on the whole lip biting thing.
“What is?” Was the idea of shopping with me making her uncomfortable? No, that couldn’t have been it. I mean, she had vehemently protested the whole shopping thing, but I’d eventually won the argument when she remembered that after the fire, all she had were her geeky, funny shirts and a few pairs of jeans—all of which she’d purchased online, apparently.
Hardly appropriate clothing for a date. Not that I thought Blaze would have any complaints, but I wanted their night to be special.
