Dark Desires - Love That's Out of This World (Xcite Bestselling Collections)

by K D Grace

  ‘If you need me to,’ she breathed.

  ‘Oh I need you to.’

  She positioned herself and he pushed into her, gasping as she wrapped her legs around him tightening her velvety grip. As they moved against each other, he understood completely what a good love spell should be. When they came together, he swore he could almost see the intricate weave of that spell glowing like a halo around their fragile, normal bodies as the magic they created spilled over the circle and out into the moonlit night.

  Nymph

  by Kyoko Church

  ‘Hey ladies,’ Charlotte sang out as she approached her friends in the café.

  ‘Here she is.’ Kate grinned.

  ‘Finally,’ said Becky. ‘What the fuck? We thought you weren’t coming.’

  ‘Scooch,’ Charlotte said and Kate moved over. Charlotte plunked herself and her bag down on the bench seating and exhaled. ‘I know, sorry.’ With a sly grin she leaned in and added, ‘I was at Ben’s.’

  ‘Here we go,’ Becky said, also leaning across the table. ‘That Brit guy is sex on wheels, Charlie. Give us the goods.’

  ‘He is intense,’ said Charlotte.

  ‘Intense,’ scoffed Becky. ‘You mean he’s fucking hot. Don’t bother with all the euphemisms, woman. Just tell us the naughty deets. For the sake of your poor married friends who are trying to live vicariously.’

  ‘Wait,’ Kate said. ‘I don’t know about this one yet. Start from the top.’

  ‘OK, hold on. Let me at least get a coffee first.’ Once Becky and Kate’s mugs were refilled and Charlotte had her own steaming mug in front of her she took a sip and began. ‘Remember that Goth club that chick I work with dragged me to last month?’ The friends nodded. ‘We met there. It was like, boom, instant attraction. Smoking hot, right from the second we laid eyes on each other.’ The women drank in every word. They loved her hook up stories. ‘We were on the dance floor the whole night and, damn, grinding doesn’t cover it. It was like vertical sex with clothes on. It was amazing. Off the charts.’

  ‘Ahh!’ Becky exclaimed. ‘Charlotte’s got a live one. Fuck, I can’t wait to hear about the sex.’

  Charlotte laughed. ‘Yeah, the sex is mind blowing.’ She paused. ‘But it’s more than that. I don’t even know how to describe it. You know that fluttery feeling you get in your stomach when you are attracted to someone and you realise it’s mutual?’

  ‘God, I miss that feeling,’ Becky lamented. ‘Sorry, not about me. Go on.’

  ‘Well, it’s like that times ten. Times a hundred. It’s like that on speed. I’ve lusted after guys before but I’ve never had this feeling like my head and heart and body are all connected and when I’m with him, they all come alive. They’re all revved up and plugged into this other frequency he’s on. I feel like I’ve been sleeping my whole life and he’s woken me up from a dream. It’s so intense it’s practically tangible.’ She stared off then blinked a couple of times when she realised nobody was saying anything. She looked at her two best friends. They looked completely stunned.

  ‘What?’

  Becky was incredulous. ‘You’re asking us what? Who the fuck are you?’

  ‘Chill, Becks.’

  ‘It’s just,’ Kate chimed in, ‘we’ve never seen you like this.’

  ‘Yeah,’ said Becky. ‘Where’s our pump ’em and dump ’em Charlie? What is this,’ she gestured dismissively, ‘gooshy look you’ve got happening?’ She pounded her fist on the table. ‘Screw all that mind, body and spirit bullshit. If I want Oprah I’ll turn on my TV. I wanna hear about the fucking.’

  ‘OK. Geez. Keep your pants on.’ She winked. ‘Cause I haven’t been.’

  ‘Now we’re talking,’ Becky said. ‘Dish. How amazing is he?’ She smiled knowingly. ‘Something tells me he is an oral master. I’m right, aren’t I?’

  ‘Actually, that’s one thing …’ Charlotte trailed off, her smile fading.

  Kate gasped. Becky was wide eyed.

  ‘Get out!’

  They knew Charlotte’s track record. She had unceremoniously dumped guys for a hell of a lot less. Any hesitancy in that department was non negotiable. Charlotte loved head. Giving and especially receiving. Her attitude had always been any guy worth her time had to be great at it.

  ‘It’s so weird,’ she sobbed. ‘Everything else is the best, way hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. And the strange thing is, I feel like he really wants to. You know me, I can weed out the assholes who won’t do it in two seconds.’ She exhaled and her whole body deflated. ‘This is different.

  ‘He did the hottest fucking thing. That first night, we were on the dance floor, it was packed but we were in our own little world, completely oblivious to everything.’ Her eyes glazed and she went on in a whisper. ‘He took his fingers, reached down under my skirt, inside my panties and pushed them inside me. I thought I was going to come right there. Then he pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth and sucked on them. And fuck. The look on his face was like he was tasting the sweetest, most amazing honey he’d ever had. Like it was a sinful treat he couldn’t help himself from eating.’ She sighed and her friends remained in stunned silence.

  ‘But he’s never gone down on me. It’s bizarre. I don’t get it.’

  Charlotte peeked in the window of Ben’s first floor apartment and could not fucking believe her eyes.

  In her desperate attempt to “figure Ben out”, to make sense of this sexual puzzle she couldn’t solve, when she saw him leave the Goth club with another woman she decided to follow them and see what they got up to.

  Or, rather, down to.

  The thin blonde was splayed on the couch with Ben kneeling on the floor between her legs. Charlotte felt the strangest jealous but horny thrum go through her as she held her breath and watched Ben’s mouth go to work on the woman’s cunt. Physically the woman was everything Charlotte was not: pale where Charlotte was olive skinned, skinny where Charlotte had curves, a blonde bob in contrast with Charlotte’s thick cascade of chestnut curls. But the worst discrepancy in Charlotte’s mind was the woman’s reaction to what Ben was doing. While Charlotte and Ben’s bouts were the loudest, wettest, wildest fucking Charlotte had ever known, this encounter had all the intensity of watching grass grow. She looked like she could be getting a pedicure. She wasn’t even breathing hard. Could Ben be bad at it? But no, she looked down at Ben and her own pussy pulsed as she saw him lap like a man out of the desert with a juicy piece of fruit.

  What the fuck was going on?

  ‘Charlie, where the hell have you been? I’ve been ringing and texting you for two days.’

  He’d caught her outside her office as she was leaving for the night.

  ‘Sorry, sweetie, I’ve just been so busy with work.’ She’d been avoiding him since the night she saw him with the woman she now thought of as Frigidaire. She couldn’t sort her feelings out, didn’t know what to make of what she saw. But now that he was here, now that she was standing next to him looking into his eyes, all that emotional and physical intensity rushed back and throbbed inside her.

  Which she also didn’t understand. He wasn’t her usual type. She generally liked her guys buff, kind of the blond California lifeguard sort. But Ben was dark-haired and British, tall and lanky, muscled but wiry. Something about him though, made you aware of an undercurrent of heat. Something mysterious and even a bit dangerous. His dark eyes shone with a light that made it seem he was carrying a delicious secret. She couldn’t resist him.

  He took the subway with her to her apartment. In the elevator he pushed her against the wall, held her there with his body. ‘I’ve missed you, my Charlie.’ He nuzzled into her neck, pushed his nose into the crook of it. ‘Missed the way you smell,’ he murmured as he inhaled deeply. Charlotte could feel his cock pressing against her thigh and her limbs went watery. ‘Please don’t say you’re ready to chuck me just yet,’ he whispered. ‘I can’t get you out of my mind.’

  They barely made it into her apartment bef
ore the clothes started flying off. She fell back on to her couch as Ben began pulling off his jeans when her mind suddenly flashed to Frigidaire with her legs wide and Ben’s head between them.

  ‘Baby,’ she whispered as he laid the length of his body on top of her and cupped her naked mound in his hand. ‘You know what I really want?’

  ‘What’s that?’ he murmured and she gasped as he dipped his fingers inside of her, brought them to his lips and sucked.

  ‘I want to suck your cock,’ she said and he smiled down at her lasciviously.

  ‘I think I could probably oblige.’

  ‘And then maybe after,’ she began, staring meaningfully into his eyes. ‘You could, you know, return the favour.’ Then she added quietly, ‘Since you like tasting me so much.’

  She watched as his eyes clouded over. ‘Charlie, I would like nothing more than to feast on your gorgeous nectar,’ he sighed. As he said it his hand roamed over her body, plucking delicately at her nipples, teasing them into peaks.

  ‘But I can’t,’ he said quietly. ‘Or I can, but …’

  ‘But what?’ she said, baffled. ‘Ben, look, I know this was wrong of me but I saw you with that blonde.’

  ‘What? When? Wait, have you been spying on me?’

  ‘I didn’t mean to be. I just, I didn’t understand, I felt like there was something you were hiding. But I saw you going down on her.’

  He was silent. He seemed to be working something out in his head. Finally he sighed.

  ‘Charlotte, there’s something I need to tell you.’

  Shit, she thought. Here we go. What freaky thing is he into? The last guy who honoured her with a bedroom confession wanted her to let him wear diapers and call her Mummy.

  ‘Look, Ben, that’s cool if you’ve got some weird kink, I’m just not …’

  But he interrupted her. ‘I’m a nymph.’

  She stared at him waiting for the punch line. But his face was stone serious.

  ‘A … a …?’ she clamoured.

  ‘A nymph.’

  A snort escaped her, a sound that could best be described as a guffaw.

  ‘I’m sorry!’ she laughed. ‘But it sounded like you just told me you were a little woodland fairy.’ He bowed his head in a kind of resigned, knowing gesture. She laughed a bit more but when he remained silent she said, ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

  ‘Look, I know this sounds crazy to you. I didn’t mean to entangle you in our world. When I met you at the club, you were so hot, so passionate, I thought you were one of us.’

  ‘One of who? What the hell?’

  ‘Charlie, just listen.’ He struggled for words. ‘I’m, I’m different from you. Nymphs are super-sexual beings. Our lives revolve around creating and maintaining erotic passion. We feed off sexual secretions. Nectar. To us it’s a life force.’

  Charlotte’s head spun. ‘So Frigidaire, I mean, that blonde …’

  ‘Julie lets me feed at her well. She’s anorgasmic.’

  ‘She’s what?’

  ‘She’s incapable of achieving orgasm. I can do what I need to without any … consequences. You see, that’s the problem Charlie.’

  She stared at him, lost.

  ‘I would love to go down on you, to lick and suck you. I crave your nectar. But I can’t let you come. If you come, you become what I am. If you come while I’m eating you, you become a nymph.’

  That night Ben went down on her for the first time. But not without some strict ground rules.

  ‘I’ll go slowly,’ he told her as he caressed her and licked at her hardened nipples. ‘As slowly as I can. If you get close, you tell me. Give me a number, ten meaning coming, so I know when to back off.’

  ‘What do you mean, “as slowly as I can”?’

  ‘As you get excited, your nectar becomes more potent. It’s like your passion increases the vitality and makes it even sweeter, even more fulfilling. That’s why with Julie, it’s impossible to be sated. She doesn’t get excited. She’s only a temporary measure. But you …’ His hand pressed gently against her mound and his eyes gleamed as some of her moisture leaked out into his palm. ‘You are so sweet,’ he whispered as he brought his hand to his mouth and took her essence on his tongue.

  Charlotte never knew there would be a difference between being licked and being tasted. Ben knelt before her, held her labia gently open with his thumbs, and when he dipped his tongue into her quim, he swirled it around as though he were licking delicious cream from a bowl. Then he placed his tongue very delicately on her clit and, true to his word, began to lick the swollen flesh very slowly. But the intensity of their union seemed at an ultimate level, her sensations felt as though they were being heightened by some unknown force. Her clit was so sensitive that, despite the slowness and the softness of his lapping, Charlotte could not help but cry out in ecstatic delirium. She felt the wetness pouring out of her and then Ben’s tongue dipping down to take in her juices. Then he went back to teasing her clit. Back and forth from her hole to her clit he worked his tongue. And even as she struggled against it, she could feel her orgasm looming. He kept his tongue moving slowly, but the slowness created its own delicious frustration. She panted and thrust her hips up as he lapped. She could tell how hard he was trying to hold back from increasing his pace. As he licked he moaned out how good she tasted.

  ‘Ben!’ she cried finally. ‘Seven!’ He groaned, took his tongue from her hard clit and snaked it into her pussy hole.

  ‘It’s so good, baby,’ he mumbled as he licked and sucked. ‘Just relax your muscles.’ He laved her. ‘Mm, just give me a little more, sweet Charlie,’ and he tongued her clit harder this time, faster. ‘But don’t come, baby. Don’t,’ he muttered.

  ‘Ben!’ she gasped. ‘I’m an eight! Fuck!’ He was licking her with abandon now, like he was in his own universe, gasping and mumbling his appreciation into her pussy, suckling like a starved animal.

  ‘Oh God, nine Ben! Nine!’ She tried desperately to relax her quivering pelvic muscles but it was impossible to calm her quaking body as his tongue worked it into a frenzy. He seemed not to hear her, as he continued feasting. ‘Ben, if you don’t stop I’m gonna come. I can’t help it!’

  Suddenly he snapped out of his intoxicated reverie. He pulled himself away from her, panting, his mouth covered with her juices, as she gasped out in thwarted desire.

  He held her in his arms, her body quivering with need. ‘Oh please,’ she begged him, ‘just finish me, let me come.’

  ‘I can’t, not even with my hand right now. It’s too dangerous. It could still make you change.’

  ‘Maybe I want to change. Maybe I want to be like you.’

  ‘You don’t Charlie, trust me. You have a job, friends, a life. You can have sexual passion, feel fulfilled and do other things. I’m a slave to this. I think about nothing else. My hunger for sex is constant.’

  Later, after she’d rested and he deemed it safe, he took her. With his cock like a steel rod, he slid into her and worked her to the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Then she straddled and rode him to three more shuddering climaxes before she felt sated.

  She came a fourth time while he worked to his own finish.

  They struggled to be together. Some nights he went down on her. Unlike the first time, he managed to stay in better control, would lick and suck her until she was a six or seven and then let her rest before licking again. For Charlotte it was erotic torture. His tongue in her pussy was exquisite, an addictive bliss. But not being able to ride the orgasmic wave to its conclusion was maddening. Sometimes he licked her for an hour or more while she moaned and gasped, unable to come, but unwilling to stop. Other nights she’d decide, no oral, she just wanted to fuck and come like a normal couple.

  But those nights she craved his tongue even more.

  ‘I can’t do this, Ben,’ she whispered finally one night. ‘It’s over.’

  It was Kate who told her something was wrong.

  She called her at work.
‘Charlotte, I saw Ben this afternoon. He looked like hell. I mean, really sick.’

  Charlotte raced over to his apartment after work.

  She found him in his bed, pale, thin, languid. He looked at her vaguely, his eyes unfocused.

  ‘You were right, Charlie,’ he croaked, his voice barely audible. ‘I can’t do this either. I can’t replace you, your sweet nectar. I don’t want to be a slave to this any more.’

  She undressed wordlessly. As she moved to straddle his head he whispered, ‘Charlotte, no.’ But even as he said it, she positioned herself over his mouth, he breathed in her scent and a light went on in his eyes. Gently she put her hand at the back of his head and pulled his mouth to her opening.

  His tongue was weak at first, fluttery, barely moving. But as her juices flowed into his mouth it got stronger. He licked, gasping and suckling more, more. When she cried out he hesitated a moment, then, with new strength, pushed her off him and down onto the bed, diving between her legs and feasting like never before.

  He fastened his lips around her hard, sensitive nub and sucked. He pushed his fingers inside her, pulled them out, licked them clean and shoved them back in while he tongued her clit hard and fast. Charlotte writhed and screamed. After weeks of soft, feathery licks and slow tonguing, she was powerless to stop her orgasm building now with the firm, fast flicking on her engorged clit and fullness of his fingers stretching her opening and working her juices out. She knew she should cry out, stop him. And yet …

  ‘Oh God,’ she screamed. ‘OH GOD!’ There was a roaring sound in her ears as his tongue worked her over the precipice. Then everything went black.

  Charlotte woke. Her body felt different. Charged. Not only was her sex molten, pulsing, but she distinctly felt every nerve ending in her body. The blood running through her veins seemed to carry a hot, electric tension. She’d never felt more invigorated. Alive. And there was something else.

  Hunger. Intense and insistent.

  ‘It’s OK, baby, I know.’ Ben moved toward her, his stiff cock in his hand. An offering.

  Charlotte took it and began to feed.