by Genia Avers
“More, I need more.”
He stopped kissing, licked his lips and gazed up at her face with pure longing flashing in his eyes. He placed one more gentle kiss on her mouth and then lifted his head to touch the mound of her breast, admiring her before he leaned forward to suck her nipple.
Tanith wheezed at the intensity of the pleasure pulsating through every pore. “Finally.” Her knees turned to rubber and she grabbed the arm of the sofa.
Brent didn’t slow his pleasuring assault. He licked and nibbled while his hand made figure eights from hipbone to hipbone with a slow, light motion. Each time he traced the path, his hand went lower. When his fingers finally reached her triangle, she could stand it no more.
“Please, Brent…”
Before she finished her sentence, Brent pressed his thumb against her button while his index finger plunged into her. She climaxed instantly.
“Brent. Oh, God.”
He held her tightly. His fingers kept pressing.
Her orgasm continued. “Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!”
It took several seconds for the pyrotechnics to subside. When she could focus again, she looked at Brent. Without saying a word, he pushed her further into the couch and knelt on the floor. Pressing his tongue into her navel, he re-ignited her lust. She felt his stiffness against her calf. It didn’t seem possible, but he felt larger.
His mouth followed the path of his finger. He teased her thighs with the tip of his tongue. A second wave of desire flooded her.
“You smell good,” he murmured, his breath caressing her as he traced the line where leg met pelvis. She wanted more than his fingers. She wanted his tongue. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him period.
As if reading her mind, he spread her legs wider and his tongue began to explore her, taste her. She moaned with pleasure so pure it seemed ethereal.
Her only conscious thought was that Brent wasn’t the man from her dream. He was better. So much better.
Tanith pinched her wrist to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep. The little bit of pain convinced her. She entangled her fingers in his dark hair and held on for dear life.
She tried to raise herself out of her slumped position, but he spread her legs wider and pulled her hips closer. She fell back into the sofa.
His magical tongue kept darting and suckling. He was beyond talented.
Still, she wanted more. “Brent, I need you. Inside me. Now.”
He kept licking. Unable to control her needy body, Tanith lifted her hips and pushing her body against his face. He lapped at her vulva, alternating between thrusting his tongue and blowing on her engorged button. She whimpered, wrapped her legs tighter around his neck.
“Brent!”
Her muscles went rigid. The orgasm rammed through her body. The world exploded into a million glorious fragments. Every joy she’d ever imagined pummeled through her with unrelenting intensity. This man’s tongue was the book of magic.
He thrust his tongue into her one last time. Then he pushed two fingers deep into her.
“Brent!” She screamed his name again, oblivious to everything else as her contractions gripped and released his fingers.
Chapter Nine
Brent ran his hands over Tanith’s shapely hips as his eyes focused on the woman beneath him. He felt awed, transported to another world. A million songs formed in his mind, all glorious but none as remarkable as the responsive female in his arms. Only the painful throbbing of his groan confirmed he remained on earth.
She panted. Short, ragged breaths escaped her beautiful lips as her body shook with spasms. Giving her pleasure touched him on a primitive level. His brain wanted to give her a moment to regain her equilibrium, but his brain no longer maintained control.
“My turn.” He pulled her to her feet and led her to the arm of the couch. He positioned her so her knees were on the arm of the sofa. Then he pushed her stomach onto the cushions and lifted her hips into the air.
The woman had a glorious ass. He placed his rod against her, instinctively finding her opening. He tried to resist the pull of her sexuality, but the strength of it drew him. No force in nature could stop him—the need to possess her echoed with every pulse of his throbbing organ.
He closed his eyes to absorb the pleasure, and then withdrew. She looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. For the briefest second, he feared she didn’t want him.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, using her arms to lift her chest from the cushion.
“Nothing. Everything’s perfect.” The woman had no idea just how perfect. Scary perfect. “I just need a second, angel.”
Confusion flitted across her face as he grabbed his jeans from the floor, fumbling for the pockets. Understanding crossed her features when he pulled out a condom.
He’d almost forgotten. Lust for Tanith whacked his brain. His need to fill her bordered on obsession.
She watched him sheath himself, the desire in her eyes every bit as sexy as the full breasts dangling from her kneeling body.
Brent ran his fingers down her back as he pressed against her. She whimpered when his tip touched her opening. He needed no more persuasion. He rammed into her, fueled by the heat that enflamed him over the past weeks.
He needed her, needed this. Her velvet wetness destroyed his control. He unleashed his lust into her. Over and over.
Sheer heaven.
She cried out as his cock pulsated. His body shook. He fell onto her back and wrapped his arms around her.
It took several seconds before he regained control of his lungs. Only then was he able to relish the contractions that clutched and released his member. He nuzzled her neck. His mouth widened into a grin of pure joy.
Embarrassment over the speed of his ejaculation quickly vanished. His member, deep inside her, pumped with new life as it grew full again.
He flipped Tanith onto her back and took a nipple in his mouth. The woman had beautiful nipples. Sensitive too, if the little purring sound she made as he alternated from the left one to the right was any indication.
He felt a resurgence of desire. Standing up, he removed the condom and reached for another, sheathing himself for a second time.
Her eyes flicked open. “But we just… How?”
“Shh,” he whispered. He thrust inside her again. She closed her lids.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you, baby.”
He withdrew and pulled her upright. Tanith stood with her thighs against the couch. He placed her arms around his neck and lifted her.
“Brent, I’m too heavy.”
He shushed her. “You’re a feather.”
“You don’t understand, I’m—”
She gasped when he lowered her hips onto his rod, at the same time pushing himself deeper into her lush body.
“Oh, God.”
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, opening and closing her mouth like a baby bird waiting for a worm. The limbs encircling his back trembled. Her pelvic muscles tightened around him. He spread her legs and held her firm, forcing her to wrap her ankles around his spine. He raised and lowered her with increasing speed, watching her eyes. He needed to focus on something, otherwise he’d lose his soul in the feel of her.
Tanith made little sex noises as he lifted and let her fall. The sounds spurred him to drive deeper. The only things that existed in the entire universe were his penis and the wonderful wetness enveloping him.
He sat down and began to bounce her, the pace frantic. He pumped harder and harder while his hands caressed her butt. He thrust into her with a fury, unable and unwilling to stop.
“Oh. Brent. Oh, my God.” Her orgasm grasped both his member and his heart.
He knew she would be great, but he had no idea she’d surpass his wildest fantasy. He made a guttural sound, pulling her deeper onto him.
His thigh muscles went rigid. Brent poured into her like a cosmic blast. He flew, lost in a wild, wonderful abyss of pleasure, pleasure so exquisite it felt almost painful.
Tanith’s unsteady voice brought him back to reality, “Brent, I feel… I’m kinda dizzy.”
“Hold on, sweetie,” he whispered, feeling a bit unsteady himself. His wooziness had little to do with the calisthenics he’d just completed. The lyrics to a love song he’d been trying to write unfolded in his mind.
Just as quickly, his state of bliss turned to fear. Tanith touched something he didn’t want exposed. She scared the hell out of him.
He couldn’t afford to care about her. He’d fallen into that trap before and he wasn’t going back. He had to get out of her apartment.
Brent held her until her heartbeat slowed. Then, he took care of his condom and then carried her into her bedroom. He braced her against him and pulled back the covers.
Placing her on the bed, he tucked the covers around her. She smiled sleepily at him, here little grin tugging at places he didn’t want tugged.
“My God, Tanith,” he stifled the words he really wanted to say. “Who knew you’d be so fantastic in the sack?”
“Hmm. It wasn’t bad, was it?”
“Scary good. It’s almost like I’m drawn to you against my will.”
Tanith closed her half-open lids. And slept.
He dressed. Then he ran from the building, jumping from landing to landing. When he reached ground level, he leaned against the wall and covered the bridge of his nose with a fist.
“I can’t go there again, Tanith. I have to stay away from you.”
Chapter Ten
Tanith awoke and reached for Brent. She felt only sheet and slammed her fist into the mattress.
Of course he hadn’t stayed. “You’re a fool, Tanith Cox.”
She pushed the unfocused doubts from her mind, choosing to concentrate on feeling wonderful. The sex had been off the charts. Her entire body ached from head to toe but every part of her still tingled. She hugged herself. Even after the night of marathon sex, she wanted him again.
An unconscious thought poked at her mind, threatening to spoil her ecstasy. Something Brent said bothered her, but she couldn’t bring the memory to the surface.
She didn’t really want to bring it to the surface. She felt all giggly inside and wanted nothing to spoil that.
Brent had felt the magic too. She was sure of it.
Ugh. Bad word—magic.
Unbidden, the memory poured over her. It’s almost like I’m drawn to you against my will.
She sat erect. “Ah shit.”
The night hadn’t been perfect. It hadn’t even been real.
“That damn book!” she muttered to the air.
Great. Now she was speaking aloud as if the book could actually hear her.
Tears trickled down her cheeks. “He only came here because of that damn book.”
The accidental pun made her feel a little better. Well, maybe he came because they were so good together, but he had arrived at her apartment because of her wish.
She wanted Brent, but she had to make sure he’d chosen to be with her. Of his own free will. She didn’t want a man under a spell.
Her greedy body didn’t want to risk what they’d had. You said yourself, that book has no magic. Why hex a good thing?
A counterargument formed in her mind. If Brent hadn’t come to her apartment because of that damn wish, then wishing for his free will wouldn’t hurt anything.
She felt better and checked her watch. If she hurried, she could drop by Nana’s house and still make it to the campus library in time for her Sunday study group. She retrieved her old bike and cycled as if the wheels were on fire.
Nana didn’t answer the doorbell so Tanith found the key in the pot of rosemary and hurried inside. She bolted up the two floors to the attic, making a beeline for the book. Once she held it, she hesitated.
Her hands traced the letters, The Magic of Life. The night, or morning, had been magical. Did she really want to throw it away?
It wasn’t really a magic book, she reminded herself. It was just a book. Her wish would have no effect on her relationship with Brent, whatever that might be. A one-night stand? Something more?
She pushed aside her conflicting emotions and concentrated on her task. “I don’t believe you’re magic,” she whispered to the leather cover, “but I’m taking no chances.” Whatever Brent felt, she loved him. If he wanted her, his choice had to be his own.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said louder. The words, I don’t want Brent to do anything that isn’t of his own free will, formed in her mind, but she didn’t voice them. If she learned anything from her previous wishes, it was that she must be very specific.
“I want Brent to be with me only if that is what he would have done if I hadn’t made any wishes.”
There. It was done.
****
Tanith didn’t know why she’d bothered to join her study group. Her mind, filled with memories of Brent’s body, hadn’t been able to focus. She returned to her apartment after the session with her daydreams battling in her mind. In one fantasy, she and Brent made love every night. In the other, he said, “It’s been fun, toots, but it’s me, not you.”
The Tough Guys were booked every weekend, so Brent had reduced practices to once a week—Thursdays. Surely he wouldn’t wait five days before he talked to her.
Brent didn’t call.
On Thursday, she dressed with special care, wearing a new purple lace bra and thong she’d purchased on a positive day. She’d washed her hair with an expensive shampoo, also new, pleased with the result. She ran her fingers through the shiny tresses, hoping they’d beckon Brent’s touch.
She’d hemmed an old tank top so it would reveal a little midriff and donned her new jeans. After one last glance in her new mirror, Tanith removed the bra. She stared at her reflection, liking the way her girls pressed against the fabric, liking the memory of Brent’s tongue on her breasts even more.
Her bravado died when she reached the club. Now that the Tough Guys were playing regular gigs, the group practiced on stage instead of in Brent’s garage.
The security guard glanced up, and then looked back at his magazine. He raised his head again for a double take. “Hey, Tan. You’re looking extra sexy tonight.”
It took her a couple of seconds to realize the security guard had spoken. Beyond the guard, Brent smiled and waved her forward.
Tanith wrapped her arms around her midriff. At least he isn’t acting weird. That’s got to be a good sign.
The practice session went well. Brent didn’t pay her any special attention, but he didn’t rag on her either. After every song, he critiqued, “Good...not bad…great.”
His earlier hostility had vanished completely. Definitely a good sign.
During their break, Marcus commented, “See, I told you Brent was a decent man. Now that our debut is over and the talent scouts have seen us, he’s a regular guy again.”
Tanith nodded, even though there was nothing regular about Brent. Naturally it wouldn’t occur to Marcus that she and Brent had been intimate. Brent was a cool dude. She was just the shy singer.
“You mean since the reviews weren’t bad?” she joked, trying to ignore the sting. She also wished she could feel excited about the rave reviews, but she didn’t like the direction things were going. Small town celebrity had been great, but she didn’t want real fame.
Marcus laughed. “Not bad? You’re joking, right?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“The reviews were bloody great,” Marcus growled. “And you’re our shining star.”
She worked to keep her forced smile on her face. Strange she didn’t want something she’d once hungered for. Since when had she become such a private person? And why couldn’t she think of anything other than the fact Brent hadn’t called.
She hurried to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. Brent had been busy. That’s all.
After another set of songs, the group took another break. Tanith went searching for Brent, hoping to get some indication of w
here they stood. She’d almost given up on finding him, when she spotted him in a niche behind the stage.
She walked forward, determined to have a conversation. And froze in her tracks.
Amanda and Brent were locked in an embrace. More precisely, Amanda kissed him on the mouth, doing things with her hips that made Tanith feel nauseous. She waited for Brent to push her away.
He didn’t.
Tanith wanted to back away, but her legs wouldn’t move. Brent’s arms were still by his side. His mouth wasn’t moving. Maybe he just needed rescuing.
She cleared her throat. Brent lifted his head.
“Go away,” Amanda snarled.
Instead of looking embarrassed, Brent smiled at her. He gave Amanda a playful push. “We do need to get back to work. You go ahead. I need to talk to Tanith.”
Amanda frowned. “So talk.”
Brent nudged her chin with his fist. Tanith wanted to puke.
“I need to talk to her alone.”
Amanda narrowed her eyes, but after several seconds she stomped away.
Brent smiled, his expression about as genuine as Amanda’s boobs. “Tan, about the other night…”
Gads, she knew it. “You don’t have to say anything,” she said quickly, not wanting to hear another it’s me, not you speech.
He nodded, the relief on his face breaking her heart. “You were great, Tan, but I’m…”
“Not to worry. I don’t have time for anything serious either.” A lie. She would have made time, but he…she wouldn’t think about it. Not now.
She forced a smile on her face, determined to keep it there when all she really wanted was to disintegrate on the spot.
He gave Tanith a bigger smile. “That’s my girl. Shall we get back to practice?”
Amanda smirked at her when they walked back to the stage. Tanith used every portion of her willpower to keep from running out of the club.
She stumbled over the lyrics during their last set, but Brent didn’t yell. “I’ve probably worked you guys too long anyway. Great job.” He called from the door without looking back, “See you guys tomorrow night.”
Tanith looked at the floor, not sure how long she could carry out the charade. She couldn’t look at Brent without feeling ripped apart. How could she possibly stay with the band?
