Sia (Naughty Witches Book 3)

by Erin R Flynn

  She glanced up at me, her brows creased. “Not to be mean, but who are you and what have you done with that judgy, harsh guy?”

  “A beautiful goddess saw what was inside of him and told him it was okay and healed a layer of his pain,” I confessed, nuzzling her neck. “And I’m also logical and patient, so that part fits me now. The mood is not ruined, I just realized we left it and that’s a risk. You promised you were mine tonight and I’m not nearly done with you. Wait for me here and I’ll show you how much I need you.”

  Fuck, did I really need her, and I needed her not to deny me right then.

  7

  Sia

  “You really like anal sex, huh, greedy boy?”

  Deon’s tongue flicked my earlobe. “I’ve never had it. I’ve never fucked titties before either. My naughty witch is giving me everything I never knew I wanted.”

  I shivered, liking the sound of him only doing it with me. What was going on with that? And what the fuck was with what I admitted earlier?

  I didn’t even know where that had come from, but it was like a punch to the gut to realize I really felt that way.

  What was going on with me? Was it Deon or just reaching a different stage in my life?

  “Was I the first ass you ate too?” I checked.

  “Yes, and I want more,” he moaned, his fingers teasing my hole. “Wait for me?” He asked but he more ordered it, which made me smirk.

  The moment he moved away and headed for the terrace I was already creeping out of the kitchen. Once I saw the door close behind him, I took off up the stairs to hide. Maybe it was childish but I also needed a moment.

  What happened had really shaken me up and I didn’t mean the assholes, but leaning on someone, being able to lean on Deon. I’d only leaned on Briony or my LLL witch friends.

  Men leaned on me, they learned from me, or wanted me. Sure I got pleasure from them too but this was… Different.

  Really different and if I was honest, it scared me.

  I heard him thudding up the stairs moments later and I covered my mouth to keep in a giggle. He checked the guest room that had my circles and then my room it sounded like.

  Then he came back and started from the first room off the stairs, which I was hiding in so I appreciated the way his brain worked. I would have thought most would check the room he was staying in or backtracked.

  This way I couldn’t get past him later to the stairs. Smart.

  “I have no problem playing and chasing you but I need to know you’re not hiding because I was a jerk again,” he said to the dark room, clearly knowing I was in there.

  “Just to play,” I promised.

  His head snapped around to find me. “Good, because I really need you.” He moved over to me and scooped me up, wrapping me around him and kissing me fiercely. “I need my witch to work her magic on me.”

  Why did he keep saying that? It was one slip when the magic was riding me and I meant only for the night.

  Right?

  He brought me back to the room with my circles and tossed me on the bed. He groaned as I bounced all over the place and then was on me.

  His hands and lips and just everything, full of need and desperate for me in a way that made me mewl. He got me wet and fingered my ass, praising and begging until I thought my head would just pop off it wound me up so good.

  “How?” he checked when he seemed sure I was ready.

  “Ride your witch good,” I said, rolling over and pushing my ass up for him. “I offer myself to you, Deon. Accept me and take everything of me.”

  “Oh fuck, the mouth on you,” he groaned as he moved his cock to my hole. He was gentle but he packed a monster so it was too much and too good at the same time. I fisted the bedding and angled my body even more for him. “It’s so different and yet still so good. Fuck, Sia, fuck, so good and I’m only a few inches in.”

  I thought my eyes might roll back into my head. Only a few inches? There was so much more to give me? And all that damn girth?

  He was going to rip me in half with that monster… But what a way to go.

  “You so win,” I panted as I rocked my hips. “You so win. Nothing this good has ever been in my ass. Wet your cock more, baby, and give it to me.”

  He used my own juices to do it and worked it in and out of me, pushing more in each time until I made sounds I wasn’t sure I ever had.

  “The asshole was right, stick something in my ass and I’ll do whatever anyone wants,” I said with a moan. Swallowing a flinch, I realized what I’d admitted and the verbal hit had landed hard.

  Deon snorted as he rubbed my sides then moved his hands over my front. “Like we don’t all have buttons like that? You touch my dick and I would give you any and everything for more. I’d give you my soul to continue what we’re doing. Knowing what someone likes is a gift, not something to demean them with.”

  I swallowed a comment about him just having needed good sex to get this Zen and less prickly, but that was too much. Apparently my mouth was just running away from me.

  “Yeah, bad joke. I meant you just feel that good. He couldn’t get that reaction from me.”

  “I like knowing I’m the best at pleasing you,” he confessed a bit later. “Can you take more?”

  I moaned. “There’s still more?”

  “A few inches,” he answered, sounding a bit more assured like pride made him pat himself on the back.

  “Give me all of you, baby. I want to try.”

  “So fucking sexy,” he groaned, rocking his hips more. He gave me a few moments to adjust and then moved over me, his tongue finding my ear again. “I’ve never been so happy to be this tall.”

  I didn’t get what he meant at first but then smiled, turning my head and catching his lips as he started moving.

  Yeah, he was so much taller than me that he could reach my head from over me and still move his hips.

  “It’s sexy. It doesn’t make me feel short when it’s you but safe.”

  “I will keep you safe,” he swore to me as magic stirred.

  “You have magical blood,” I warned him. “Don’t say things like that when we’re giving an offering and I’m a witch.”

  “I would give my binding word on this,” he moaned as he kept moving in and out of me. “I will do whatever I can to keep you safe to the best of my abilities. I want to protect and take care of you, Sia. Let me. Let me give you what you deserve. Let a man be what you need.”

  Shit, he was pushing my buttons again and for some reason I started to think Gaia might have been pushing on this. The magic we made without summoning was amazing, and with the hurt and damage we had in our pasts, we were a good fit to help each other.

  And the chemistry was astounding, but saying something like that was too soon and too fast, so I simply kissed him and moved my body to make his first time having anal sex better. He started moving faster as he wrapped his arm around me and moved his hand over mine on the bed.

  “Jesus, Sia, I never dreamed—too good. You feel too good,” he said in between grunts. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect. Too sexy with tiny skirts and huge titties and bright eyes and sexy smirk that melts me.”

  He kept grunting and rambling everything he liked about me until I actually felt flushed from the praise.

  It was so distracting I didn’t even feel my orgasm coming. It hit me hard and I cried out his name while moving faster with him.

  “Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck me with that monster, Deon. Fuck your naughty witch. Offer up your first anal sex with the naughty witch you need. Thank Gaia we can share this.”

  He did and then thanked me for giving him another chance and being so perfect. He begged me to come again and I did before he finished deep inside of me, the magic flaring higher at our completion.

  I giggled as my body went limp and only his arm kept me from collapsing.

  “I don’t know if that was a present for you or me more,” I said with another giggle. “So much cock and sex and magic.”
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  “You sound high,” he worried.

  “Never done that and Gaia’s happy you offered it all up to her. Your first time doing anything as an offering is always powerful. The air is electric. What else did you give for the first time?”

  He flinched and I had a sobering thought that maybe he’d given me his feelings or something he shouldn’t have yet. He kissed my shoulder and nuzzled my neck.

  “My first time making a woman scream my name? I’m not sure. It was so good it all blended together.” His tongue found my ear again. “I don’t want to leave your body, Sia. I know not to make you promise anything but—”

  “I absolutely promise we’ll do that again unless you turn into an asshole instantly or something.”

  “Thank fuck.” He gently pulled out of me, both of us moaning. He pulled us up to our knees and chuckled when I just hung there. “Are you building me up or messing with me?”

  “Neither. My whole body is mush. It’s been forever since I’ve been fucked so good that my lower half just goes limp while my nerves remember how to act.” I glanced up at him and took in his shocked and pleased expression. “I’m still having mini orgasms, baby. Put your fingers in me and feel them.”

  “Oh fuck that’s hot.”

  He did and then went further, finger fucking me until I had a full orgasm. I was completely done after that, barely hearing him when he apologized for being greedy.

  “Don’t apologize. It makes me feel regretted,” I muttered.

  “Can I clean you up before I tuck you into your bed?”

  “Yes, but what is it you really want?” I asked, hearing the hesitation in his tone as my eyes closed on their own.

  He let out a slow breath. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to or aren’t ready to hear.”

  I wasn’t sure what that meant but I was out moments later.

  The next morning I woke extra early since I’d passed out well before ten… And with a note on the bed next to me.

  Sia,

  I wanted nothing more than to hold you for a bit and snuggle after what we shared but you were out even while I cleaned you up and I didn’t want to push you or have you wake up and scared. I hope maybe you’d be okay with a bit of snuggling and if you are, please, please come crawl into bed with me. I’ll wait and hope you do.

  Happy New Year,

  Deon

  Shhhhit that was sweet and sexy. I didn’t snuggle ever… And I found myself wanting to.

  I liked his big arms around me and his large hands on me for more than sex. I enjoyed it when he hugged me and nuzzled my neck.

  Just a bit wouldn’t hurt, right? I could try it out this one time even if it wasn’t my normal thing. That was fair, especially when he begged so sweetly.

  Decision made, I quickly used the washroom before quietly walking to his room still naked. The door was cracked open and I slid in, smiling at how sexy he looked sleeping.

  Damn, getting to see his totally relaxed sleeping face was worth any discomfort I might be feeling at even attempting some intimacy that wasn’t overtly sexual.

  I moved next to the bed and slid under the covers, scooting closer. It was like he was in tune with me even in his sleep because he reached for me and dragged me against him.

  At first I thought he was teasing me and had heard me, but he let out a soft snore as he moved his face in my hair. His arm was like a steel band around me, but I didn’t mind, feeling treasured and protected instead of trapped.

  “Perfect, you’re so fucking perfect, Sia,” he mumbled, moving his knee up and pushing mine as well so his leg was between mine. “Make love to you all night.”

  I shivered, liking the sound of that even if it wasn’t the term I’d use. I hugged his arm to me and closed my eyes, willing to try and get some sleep with a man in the same bed.

  He inhaled sharply and stretched a bit, letting me know he was waking up. He flinched as if realizing I was there, and then moved in closer.

  “How long have you been here?” His voice was extra sexy with sleep. Damn man kept getting more attractive to me.

  “Just got here,” I admitted. “You sort of felt me come close and I was caught right away.”

  He chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “I’ve got good instincts it seems. Thanks for coming.”

  “Thanks for the sweet note. It was nice.” I cleared my throat, wanting to make sure a few things were clear. “I hadn’t planned on us having sex again until we actually hammered out the work stuff.”

  “I know, I’m just that irresistible.”

  I froze. “Did you just crack a joke?”

  “I did. It sounds odd to my own ears,” he confessed. “I can’t remember the last time I did.” He chuckled and moved his hand over me as the other arm came under me. “I feel light, amazing, and like this smile won’t go away.”

  “I don’t want to pop that but you know nothing’s changed, right?” I checked, wincing when he flinched.

  “I thought you really were okay with me having Fridays and maybe Tuesdays.”

  I sighed mentally. “Yes, I’d like that. I meant with the rest.”

  He shrugged. “I know. I’ll figure it out. You’ve been clear with that and… We’ll play it by ear. I honestly didn’t have trouble before as long as I knew they were treating you well. I just wanted you to want me too.”

  That was shocking given how stern and straight-laced he’d seemed. “Really?”

  “I find it surprising, but I wasn’t jealous except not being involved.” He nuzzled my neck which I was realizing was somehow reassuring to him or like snuggling a security blanket. “I dreamed of watching. I jacked off to the idea of being in the room watching and you loving I was there, licking your lips while I stroked my monster for you.”

  I giggled. “I love you just called him that.” I thought about what he said and squirmed a bit.

  He inhaled deeply. “The idea makes you wet? The rest of you is dry but now my—”

  “Yes, thank you,” I grumbled, a bit embarrassed he could turn me on that easily. “Apparently I’m open to the idea too. Maybe eventually, if you’re a very good boy. Very good.”

  “Are you into morning fun?”

  I opened my mouth but then closed it. “I’ve never done that so I’m not sure.”

  “Let’s find out,” he growled, turning me on my back and moving between my legs.

  It turned out I was totally into morning fun if it was with Deon. He teased and pleased my pussy with his fingers before giving me his monster, taking me slow and deeply.

  It was ridiculously intimate as he stared into my eyes when we weren’t kissing. I felt him in me more than when he screwed me and I didn’t mean literally. We came hard and together, my body craving more, if I was honest.

  “Into it now?” he asked quietly when he hugged me and turned us on our sides.

  “Yes, but slowly,” I admitted. It was really intimate and overwhelming and I couldn’t… I couldn’t just flip a switch and change who I was when I was over a hundred years old and used to my ways.

  “Yeah, slowly is good,” he agreed.

  I wasn’t sure I bought that but I hoped his patience was for real and not just a line.

  We got up and I ended up showering with him in his attached bath, preening at his praises on my products and potions. He loved everything he’d tried so far and thought I was ridiculously talented.

  Sometimes I wondered if he was pumping up my ego or I was supposed to helping his. Maybe really knowing someone meant a bit of both?

  Whatever it was, I found myself wanting to look good for him, not just the teasing but… Maybe it wasn’t for him.

  It was a new year and the last hadn’t been great so time to start it off right. I picked out some low-rise green cargos with my work boots and a gray long-sleeved crop top sweater. I used my magic to dry my hair and added a bit of makeup.

  The look he gave me when I walked into the kitchen had made the extra few minutes of attention totally worth it.


  “If we didn’t have work to do and a delivery coming soon, I would peel those sexy cargos over your pert ass and bury my face in your pussy for breakfast for as long as you let me,” he said as he handed me coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

  Well okay then.

  Damn.

  He didn’t push though and we headed for the greenhouses. The fact we were getting a delivery on New Year’s Day was crazy, since almost everything was closed. But I’d bought an industrial citrus juicer and a commercial cold press juicer from the same company and without financing.

  So they were thrilled to get those extra numbers on their books at the last minute for the year.

  And they happened to already be delivering machines to Iowa. If I could fit them in on New Year’s Day not to mess up their delivery schedule they could get them to me super fast. I liked super fast and Deon had made it happen.

  And a lot more, it seemed. All my managers showed up before the truck arrived and we had gobs of produce ready to go when it did. Next came Travis and a bunch of the business owners I had deals with as they wanted to see this too.

  They were taking Deon seriously about getting more from me and how to be smarter in the new year.

  The installer was good and with the extra help we had, there was no problem getting it all set up.

  It seemed user friendly but I wasn’t all that much of a technical person so I was glad when he went over—and my managers seemed to understand—the preprogrammed cycles, so doing strawberries would take this blade and hit this button.

  There was more to it than that, but I could handle stirring the pulp with the paddle and whatnot. The citrus one was way easier to use but clean-up of both was complicated and looked like I could get eaten.

  “We’ve got this, I promise,” Deon assured me when he seemed to know I was getting a bit fidgety.

  “Yeah, totally,” Jimmy added. “This isn’t all that different when I used to take apart machines and clean up when I worked at Starbucks.”