Sensual Spell

by Rachel Carrington

  "Oh, come on, Noelle. Even you have to admit that you are stuffy sometimes. When's the last time you had some rocking fun?” A witch well-versed in wild exploits, Ella flung her arms wide and twirled around the room. “You're wasting so much of your time and energy trying to be what the aunts and the coven want you to be.” She came to a sudden stop. “What about what you want to be?” Tapping one foot against the carpet, she fixed her cousin with a knowing smirk. “Surely you have thought about breaking the rules just once in your life.” Her shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. “I just gave you a little prodding."

  Still simmering, Noelle glared at her cousin. “Is this your asinine way of saying you did this for my own good?"

  The kimono slipped off one shoulder. “Part of it, I did, but don't try to pin the old guy's death on me. He was alive and snoring when I left you there."

  "You're telling me he died in his sleep?"

  Ella shrugged with a careless attitude. “He was old, Noelle. It's entirely possible, and if I were you, I'd be more focused on how you're going to get out of this mess, rather than poor old Ed's departure from the mortal realm."

  "You're telling me you're not going to reverse the spell?” Noelle's hands clenched at her sides. “You can't just leave me here."

  Lips pursed, Ella nodded. “Actually, I can. You're doing quite well. I mean, you did manage to find solace in the apartment of the dead guy's nephew. From what I saw, a guy who could make any woman's twat twitch. Not bad for a novice witch."

  "I think he still believes I had something to do with his uncle's death!"

  "Do you really think so?” Ella sniffed the air. “Is that coffee I smell? I can't remember the last bit of caffeine I had.” She wandered towards the kitchen, with Noelle right behind her.

  "You're not getting coffee. What you will get are my hands around your throat unless you give me the words to reverse this damnable spell."

  Ella angled a look over her shoulder. “When did you get so temperamental?"

  "Since my bitchy cousin left me alone in a strange place to fend for myself ... without the proper knowledge to return to Betony!” The last words ended on a shout.

  "Temper, temper. And here I thought you paid better attention in Spells and Potions class. Well, my mistake. Gotta run. Just keep doing what you're doing.” She snickered. “From the way Jacob Sanders was walking when he left here, I'd say you're doing a helluva job.” She smacked Noelle on the shoulder. “By this time tomorrow, you'll have him eating...” She paused for effect. “...out of your hand."

  Noelle opened her mouth to retort, but the air separated in a shower of sparks, signalling Ella's rapid departure.

  "Hell's bells,” Noelle groused, stomping back into the living room. Of all the harebrained schemes her cousin had ever concocted, this one certainly took the cake. With no reversal spell and doubting her aunts’ abilities to reach her, Noelle knew she was well and truly alone.

  Except for Jacob. She didn't quite know what she was going to do with him, though plenty of naughty ideas came to mind. In fact, an overabundance of those particular thoughts whipped through her brain, and she swore she heard Ella's gleeful chuckle.

  "Bitch,” Noelle snarled.

  "Coward,” came the glib reply.

  Noelle glowered at the ceiling. She was in hell.

  But it was nothing that a hot bath and a glass of wine couldn't cure.

  Since sex wasn't on the table ... yet.

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  Chapter Four

  "I've got it.” Emmie waved her hands in the air and bounced to her feet, immediately regretting the action. Her throbbing head reminded her she was still suffering from the effects of last night's libations.

  She groaned and massaged her temples.

  "What did you get?” Heart scooted to the edge of the rocking chair and nudged Jazz with her foot. “Wake up, dear. I do believe Emmie's found something."

  Jazz sat up and blinked, her hair sticking out in various tufts. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “What is it?"

  Emmie rushed forward and shoved the Book of Spells in front of Heart's face. “The spell.” She waited for her accolades.

  Heart scratched her head for a moment before her face cleared. Then, with a squeal, she launched herself to her feet and threw her arms around Emmie's waist. “You found it! That's wonderful."

  Jazz tapped Heart's shoulder. “What exactly did she find?” She continued the rapid pats until Heart finally answered.

  "Emmie found the spell to take us to Earth."

  Emmie beamed. “Pack your bags, sisters. We're going on a road trip."

  * * * *

  Jacob stayed at his uncle's house where everyone had gathered long enough to convince his aunts that Uncle Ed would receive the most lavish funeral possible, and then he quickly said his goodbyes. He convinced himself he was in such a hurry to get home because he still wasn't quite sure he could trust Noelle, but his cock told him otherwise. He'd had a perpetual hard-on since he'd left and had been forced to stand behind tables and stuffed chairs for most of the evening to hide the condition.

  He growled in tune with the powerful engine of the sports car and stomped the accelerator. Whoever or whatever Noelle Bridges was, she'd hexed him somehow. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and it hadn't helped that he'd given the police an almost picture-perfect description of her. Now, with an artist's nearly identical depiction of her image scrolling across every news station in town, he was effectively harbouring a fugitive. Perfect. Where once he'd been an upstanding citizen, he could now be considered an accessory if the police discovered Noelle was the woman they were looking for. So why didn't that bother him as much as he thought it should?

  Lights glowed from the windows as he approached his beachfront condo. He heard the soft hum of music coming from the end of the hallway as he tossed his keys on the Queen Anne table in the foyer. He toed off his shoes and followed the sound.

  Steam billowed out from under the bathroom door. He froze, swallowing hard. She was taking a bath. Vivid, erotic images played in front of his eyes. Creamy, smooth skin. Pink-tipped breasts and a flat, silky stomach. A lump lodged in his throat, and his hand settled on the doorknob. He shouldn't go in, but then, he shouldn't be hiding her from the police, either.

  Silent hinges allowed him to step inside the bathroom unnoticed. All guilty thoughts fled, dissipating to mingle with the steam fogging the mirror above the pedestal sink.

  Noelle, her hair piled atop her head in a haphazard bun, reclined against the back of the tub, eyes closed and lips pursed as she sang softly. She'd filled the tub with frothy bubbles, but her puckered nipples peeked out of the white foam. Water glistened on the smooth column of her throat, and a thin trickle of moisture slid down between her breasts.

  The images pummelled him, and as much as he knew he should turn away, he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. His cock took over, propelling him forward until he knelt by the edge of the tub.

  Noelle's eyes opened, and instead of gasping as he expected, she smiled, long lashes blinking. “Hi, again."

  Jacob dipped two fingers in the water, testing the warmth. “I didn't expect to find you here."

  Her brows rose. “You told me to stay here."

  "I meant in the tub.” He heard the hoarseness in his own voice.

  "I didn't think you would mind."

  His fingers edged closer to one nipple. “I don't."

  She shifted, and her breast made contact with the side of his hand. “You know, I've been thinking about something since you left."

  "Yeah, what's that?” Was that his voice that came out sounding like the engine of a freight train?

  "You ... and what we started before you left. I'm getting the distinct impression you want me, but you don't want to want me."

  Jacob leaned in closer, breathing in the scent of the fragrant bubbles and her feminine essence. “Did you put a spell on me?"

  "So you finally believe I'm a witch now, do you?"
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  "How could I not?"

  "I'm sure you could figure out a way if you wanted to continue to disbelieve my existence."

  He glossed over one nipple with just the pad of his index finger. “You didn't answer my first question. Did you bewitch me?"

  She let out a breathy sigh. “Weren't you listening when I told you I wasn't a very good witch?” She closed her eyes. “The attraction you feel is real."

  His hand slipped beneath the heated water, sliding along her ribcage. “And did you sleep with my uncle?"

  Her eyes popped open. “No, I didn't."

  "How can you be sure?” He inched his fingers even lower, encountering soft, wet curls and slick flesh. Sweet Jesus. Any minute now, his cock was going to burst out of his sharply creased slacks.

  "A woman knows when she's had sex, Jacob.” Her lashes lowered to half-mast. “She feels different. When I woke up this morning, I felt the same as I did the night before and the night before that."

  His lips twitched. “So it's been a while, has it?"

  "You could say that."

  He palmed her mound, and the heat singed his skin. “Want to change that?"

  She lifted her hips, pressing into his hand. “I do believe I do."

  Jacob stood, dipped both hands beneath her, and lifted her into his arms. Water dripped down the front of his shirt as he shifted her wet, slippery body against his chest. “I was hoping you'd say that.” He carried her out of the bathroom and down the hall.

  * * * *

  The second Noelle's back touched the mattress, she summoned the can of whipped cream. Jacob looked over his shoulder, and Noelle whispered a naughty suggestion in his ear.

  He let loose with a curse and covered her body with his. Everywhere he touched her, she burned. Any second now, she would implode.

  The cool air had beaded her nipples, causing their pebbled tightness to press against Jacob's soaked shirt. Her stomach muscles tightened, and a rush of heat enveloped her pussy.

  He smelled divine. Good enough to eat, which was exactly what she had in mind before the day ended. Just one of those wicked thoughts while she'd soaked in the tub.

  "I want to fuck you so badly,” Jacob growled, his lips hovering over hers.

  Noelle gave him a satisfied smile. “Excellent.” She might be a novice witch, but sex was a sport she'd excelled in once upon a time. Before the coven had taken over her life.

  Jacob shifted, and his cock jabbed her thigh. “But it doesn't make sense. I should be thinking about Uncle Ed."

  "No, you shouldn't. You should be doing exactly what you are doing right now."

  "I need to find out what happened to him ... if you had anything to do with his death.” His words were buried against her neck while his hands busied themselves with massaging her breasts.

  "I thought the same thing, too,” Noelle responded. “In fact, I ... oh, um, that feels nice.” She lost her train of thought when his fingers began to lightly pinch her nipples.

  One hand fell away from her breast and slid down her stomach to cover her pussy once more. “Tell me how you like this."

  Her vision greyed. Fingertips delved into her wetness, sinking deep into her sheath, and hers hips jutted upwards. “Sweet Mother Earth,” she cried out, digging her heels into the mattress. “Just like that. Oh. My. God. Just like that.” He tweaked her clit, and Noelle gave thanks to the Goddess.

  "I want to taste you when you come.” His words were a ragged breath of sound.

  Noelle thrust her legs open wider in silent invitation, wanting—no, needing—to feel his mouth on her pussy again, his tongue doing wild, wicked things to her clit. The wilder the better, in her opinion.

  * * * *

  Jacob didn't think about spells, lust, or common sense. He recognised this for what it was. Gut-wrenching desire. Desperation. Gnawing hunger.

  He slipped down her body, inch by delicious inch, gliding over silky-soft skin. And loving every second of the journey. His tongue worshipped her from the undersides of her breasts to the slight indentation of her belly button. And lower.

  The sweet beyond.

  Her scent enticed him, a heady combination of soap and warm femininity. His tongue caressed the crease of her lips, and she moaned, her hands fisting in the comforter beneath her. A growl rumbled in his throat, and he dove into her pussy, licking, ravaging, and laving until Noelle squirmed and cried out with an orgasm. And still he continued to suckle while his cock throbbed and ached.

  "Jacob.” The word came out on a husky whisper.

  He needed no further invitation ... or demand. Standing, he ripped his clothes from his body, freeing his pounding sex. He'd never been this hard, this solid, and as his gaze met Noelle's he accepted the possibility that she really was a witch. No ordinary woman could entice him like this. Or enthrall him.

  Caught in her web, he succumbed to his own need. Her legs went around his hips, cementing the invitation. Noelle's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin. “Fuck me. Fuck me now."

  "Oh, yeah, baby.” He swept his cock up and down her channel, swirling the head over her clit. She gasped and squirmed, growing wild in his arms.

  Arching her back and grinding her pussy against his cock, she panted the demand, “Jacob, now."

  Jacob hooked his hands underneath her thighs and plunged into her heat, going deep.

  She was wet. Tight. Perfect. Her sheath clenched around his cock with a firm grasp, and he moved. The friction made him catch his breath.

  "Faster.” Noelle pumped in time with his thrusts.

  Sweet Jesus. He came with such force that even the muscles in his chest clenched. Head tossed back, he let loose a loud, long roar.

  Weak, replete, he bumped his forehead against hers. “Shit."

  She stroked his back and chuckled, the sound like pure honey in his ear. “Not exactly what a woman likes to hear after sex."

  He raised his head and stroked the damp strands of hair away from her face. “I haven't done that since I was a teenager."

  She arched an eyebrow. “Had sex?"

  "Come so fast,” he corrected her.

  A dimple appeared in her cheek. “Well, I don't remember holding off myself, but if you think it might help, we can try again."

  Jacob looked down into her earnest face and began to laugh, deep, hearty chuckles. He couldn't remember ever laughing so hard.

  This woman made him feel emotions that hadn't been a part of who he was in a long time, if ever. And damned if he wasn't starting to like it.

  His hand settled on her hip. “So what exactly is the whipped cream for?"

  Noelle's expressive eyes lit up. “I've always been a sucker ... for sweets."

  The pun sent a powerful surge straight through him, and in that instant he wanted her again. He stroked her creamy skin. “I want to make love to you again.” And he would ... given the proper amount of recovery time.

  Her eyes lit up. “I can't think of anything I'd rather do."

  His foot rubbed her shin. “So compliant.” He nipped her ear. “Unfortunately, I'm not a teenager anymore, so you'll have to be patient."

  "I could help."

  Jacob shook his head so suddenly, his chin bumped her forehead. “No. No way. No magic.” He wagged a finger for added emphasis. “I'm not that old."

  Noelle smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, but Jacob could tell by her constant movements that she was impatient. The knowledge made him smile. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  How long had it been since he'd held a sexy woman in his arms ... at least one that he found himself wanting to spend the night with? He couldn't remember the last time. Perhaps that was because it had never happened before.

  Jacob had always been somewhat of a loner and preferred accompanying his ‘dates’ to their homes so he could leave immediately after sex. Maybe that made him a playboy, but it definitely kept him out of the same types of situations Uncle Ed had always found himself in.

  Minutes p
assed while Noelle lay beside him, nuzzling her lips against his chest, running her hands up and down his thighs as if to encourage him. He grinned against her hair and felt the heat beginning a slow burn in the centre of his stomach.

  "Do we have lift-off?” she purred, boldly curling her fingers around his rising cock.

  "Do you have to ask?"

  Her head bounced up. “Good. I have an idea."

  His heart began to pump rapidly, and suddenly, hearing her idea was more important than breathing.

  "Just lie back.” She pushed against his shoulders to help him follow orders.

  Jacob flopped back against the mattress, arms outstretched. A million possibilities ran through his mind, all wicked and wild. Perfect.

  Noelle snagged the can of whipped cream from the bedside table and held the tip close to the head of his cock. As Jacob's eyes widened, she depressed the lever and squirted liberally.

  The cool foam contrasted with the heat of his skin. Jacob moaned low in his throat, quickly changing to a growl when Noelle delicately licked him.

  She murmured her delight and began to slurp at his skin, edging closer to the tightness of his balls. “Noelle...” he whispered.

  Her mouth closed around his dick, as tight as a vice, and Jacob came up off the bed, reaching for her shoulders. “Dear God,” he muttered.

  She sucked enthusiastically, nails tickling his balls. His eyes crossed, and his hips began to pump. Noelle didn't complain. She took him deeper, almost to the back of her throat.

  The orgasm began slowly, building as a warm rush, constricting his muscles. Then it swept over him, squeezing him in a powerful eclipse of feeling.

  Jacob cried her name unintelligibly and jerked rhythmically while she swallowed his juices. Exhausted, content, he closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the mattress.

  Then his cell phone shrilled. Just like before. He had to remember to turn the fucking thing off.

  Regretfully, he opened his eyes. “Shit."

  Noelle climbed up to lie beside him, her hand settling on his stomach. “Just let it ring."

  He checked the caller ID. “I can't. It's my aunt.” He flipped open the phone in time to hear Aunt Mildred's dismayed shriek.