by ERIN BEDFORD
I shifted in place, my foot trailing along the carpet. “If you want it to be.” I peered up at him beneath my lashes, my arms behind my back as I swayed from side to side.
“Oh, yes, I do.” Dale took a step closer until we were within touching distance. He didn’t waste any time, his hands coming around my waist and pulling me up against him.
I pressed up on my toes, brushing my nose against his before kissing him. A low moan escaped as his hand cupped the back of my neck and his tongue played with mine. A thought came to me, and I pulled away suddenly. At Dale’s confused expression, I smiled.
“The door?”
“Oh. Gotcha.”
I slipped past him, putting an extra sway in my hips as I went to the door and locked it. Turning back around, I put my back to the door. “Do you know the spell to do that cone of silence thing?”
Dale cocked a brow. “Yeah, sure, but you know you have to do it, or it won’t work.”
I slid one leg against the other calling his eyes down to them. “I know, but I thought you might teach me how.”
If anything, the bulge in Dale’s pants grew larger at the thought of teaching me something. I laughed on the inside. He was such a nerd.
“I’d be happy to.” Dale moved over to me, caging me in between him and the door. His head dipped down, and his mouth nipped at my lips. “First, you want to imagine a bubble inside your head.” One hand left the door, and his fingers trailed along the lining of the cup of my bra. “Do you have your bubble?”
My breath hitched, and I swallowed, shaking my head.
Dale smirked. “Close your eyes.” I did. “Now, picture a bubble, round and firm.” His hand cupped my breast as he spoke, and all my thoughts went out the window. His finger dipped into my bra, tweaking the nipple. “Are you focusing?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out.
“I don’t think you are.”
“Well, can you blame me?” I gasped as he pinched the tip of my breast. Shimming in place, I straightened back up. “Fine, fine. I’m envisioning a bubble. Does it matter the color?” I peeked an eye open, but Dale wasn’t looking at my face. “Dale?”
Dale’s lips curled into a wolfish grin, his eyes moving from my nipple to my face. “Pink, a lovely flesh pink.”
I snorted but did as he asked. “Now what?”
“Now, push it out.” Dale pulled the cup of my bra down my breast popping out of the confines. “Push until it covers the entire room.” His hand lifted my breast and brought it to his mouth.
As the hot cavern of his mouth covered my breast, I focused on not making a sound until I had pushed the bubble to the max. “Now what?” I panted, turning my head to the side.
Dale let go of my breast with a pop. “Now, you let go.” His hand slid between my thighs and stroked the front of my new panties, already soaked through by his actions.
My head fell back, and I let out a long, heady moan. Dale’s finger hooked inside the bottom of the material, rubbing along my flesh and entrance. I bucked against his hand and grabbed at his hair, urging him to give me more.
“Like that?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“Good.” Dale grinned before taking his finger away and pulling my panties down my legs. The cool air touched my aching core, and I pressed my thighs together, seeking to subdue the need inside me.
“Now, don’t do that,” Dale said, kneeling before me, his hands urging my legs back apart. “I’m not done with you yet.” He picked one leg up and pulled it over his shoulder before burying his face between my thighs.
My eyes rolled back into my head as he lapped at me. I tangled my fingers in his hair holding on for dear life, my heart pounding in my chest a million miles a minute. I was embarrassed to say it didn't take me long to get off, and Dale was back on his feet a smug grin on his lips.
"Well," I breathed heavily, my eyes hooded as I peered up at him. "That was... wow."
Dale wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me toward the bed. "If you think that was good, the best has yet to come." He wagged his brows at me.
I giggled and climbed onto the bed with him. Settling into his lap, I unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside. Dale's eyes went straight to my chest, the hands on my waist moving up to cup my breasts.
Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. I paused in my trek to undress him and Dale frowned.
Ignoring his displeasure, I eyed Aris. “You should probably close your eyes. This isn’t a free show.”
The pale ball of light just stared at me.
Dale’s fingers slid along the skin at my hips. “Are you really worried about your guardian watching us have sex?”
My forehead crinkled. “I don’t know how advanced she is. Aris could be rubbing one out right now, getting off on all this delicious muscle.” I leaned down and licked his abs, the muscles under my hands tensing. I eyed him beneath my lashes. “She’s such a little pervert.”
Dale chuckled breathily.
As I pushed the edges of his shirt open further, I raked my fingers all along his chest and abs until my finger trailed down his happy trail and released him from his pants.
Dale's eyelids drooped as I groped him, sliding my hand up and down his length. Swirling a finger around the tip, I couldn't take my eyes off Dale's expression. Watching this powerful wizard come undone beneath my hands made my chest swell with pride, even more so when he gripped my hand and begged me to stop.
"Why? Don't you like it?" I asked coyly, blinking big innocent eyes up at him. "From the sounds you were making, I thought differently."
Letting out a breathy laugh, Dale slid his hands beneath my ass lifting me up. “Oh, believe me, I enjoyed it but not as much as I will enjoy this.” He sank me down onto his length, and my head fell back with a gasp. My nails dug into his shoulders as I let out an exquisite hiss. Dale swallowed and met my gaze. “Alright there?”
Licking my lips, I nodded.
Sliding his hands up the length of my back, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. I had a feeling the way he looked at me was the same way he looked at a math problem or a particularly hard charm. The intensity of it only made it that much better. When we moved, all my thoughts went out the window, and the only things that were left were the sensations he brought to me.
Pressing my forehead to his, my hips undulated against him our breathing coming in faster the more we moved. And with that act, the air thickened with almost electric tension. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and every brush of our skin caused a rush of little electric shocks.
“What’s happening?” I stuttered out and then when Dale shifted his hips in a particular way, I whimpered. Oh, yes. A good study, this one. For a moment I forgot my question and what was happening even when the desk shook, and my lamp fell off the end. My cries came out sharper, and Dale muttered something. “Wh-what?”
“Magic,” Dale groaned out, his teeth clenched, his hands gripping my back tightly. By the erratic movement of his hips, Dale must have been close. I wasn’t that far away as it was.
The bed banged against the dorm room wall, and I startled, gripping Dale’s arms. “Wa-wait.” Fuck. That was good. “Shouldn’t we be... uh... worried?” I shot a look to Aris, who didn’t seem worried at all. Of course, with this much sexiness available to gawk at, I wouldn’t be doing my job either.
Dale chuckled and paused his thrusts long enough to stroke the side of my face. “As a witch, if you don’t break at least a few pieces of furniture, it means the sex was bad.”
Laughing with him, I bent my head to capture his lips with mine while he resumed our movements. This time when the bed shook, I shoved Dale, so he lay on his back. My hands planted on either side of his head, I grinned down at his bemused eyes. Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I rocked my hips, and the bed moved with it. It was a good thing I had the cone of silence on because the bed banged against the wall with each thrust of my hips and it was oh so good.
When we both reached our climax and collapsed in a heap on my bed, I finally spoke again. “Well, that was interesting. I half expected us to end up on the ceiling or something.”
Dale chuckled, turning on his side to look at me. “That could be arranged.”
“Really?” My eyebrows rose at his smirk. I stroked the arm that laid across my hips. “What else?”
“What else have I done?”
“Yeah. I’ve only been with...” I trailed off and flushed. “Well, you, Paul, and my ex-boyfriend from high school, and he was human, so not a whole lot of magical sex experience.” I chewed on my lower lip, not sure if he would want to answer my next question. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I gave him a meaningful look, and his eyes widened slightly, his lips parting to form an o shape. Then a slow sexy smile slid up his lips. “Why, Ms. Norman, are you asking about my past lovers?”
I ducked my head, grinning as I focused on the hair on his arm. “Maybe. Okay, yes. But can you blame me?”
“Relax.” Dale brushed my hair away from my face. “It’s fine. You can ask.” He didn’t say anything else after that, so I shook his arm.
“Come on, don’t leave me in suspense.”
“I said you could ask, I didn’t say I would answer.” The laughter in his voice made me shove him.
“Now that’s not nice.”
“Oh, alright.” Dale sighed and rolled over. Getting out of the bed, his eyes scanned over my nude form as he pulled his jeans back on. “I’ve dated several people since I hit puberty. Some were lovers, others not.”
Leaning up on my elbow, I arched a brow. “People? As in...” A slow smile spread across my face.
“Women, you naughty girl.” He leaned onto the bed with his hands, his nose brushing mine. His breath kissed my lips, but he only teased. “I’ve never been with a man, but I’m not opposed to sharing. Just don’t ask me to suck anyone off.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” This time Dale raised a brow at me. “Okay, maybe I do sometimes, but I would never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“And I, you.” Dale pulled his shirt on, buttoning it up. “So, I heard you went shopping with Sabrina Craftsman today? How did that happen?”
Rolling my eyes, I flopped back down on the bed. “Ugh, don’t even start. It wasn’t my idea.”
“Let me guess, your grandmother?”
I turned my head toward him. “She’s supposed to be my big sister witch or some other bullshit. You know, for the coming out party?”
Dale’s nose crinkled at the mention of the party. “I’m assuming that, as your boyfriend, I am expected to attend this social gathering?”
I snorted and sat up. “You sound about as thrilled as I do about having to be the guest of honor. At least you can wear a suit. I’m sure I’ll be stuck in some big fluffy monstrosity.” I threw my legs over the side of the bed, not at all bothered at being naked in front of him. When did I get so comfortable in my own skin?
Tying the last laces of his shoes, Dale grabbed my hands and pulled me up and into his arms. One hand behind my head, he murmured, “As long as I can tear it off of you at the end of the night, I’m in.” His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss that left my toes curling and eager to pull him back into bed. When he released me, I found my legs a bit wobbly, but Dale kept moving toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Disappointment spread through my chest, a slight sting of insecurity wiggling inside.
Dale tossed me a grin and a wink. “Finals tomorrow. Have to study up.”
“Like you don’t already have it all memorized.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Maybe you could spend a bit longer memorizing something else.” My eyes dropped down as I moved my fingers along my thighs, tempting him to stay.
The sound Dale made was of a dying man struggling for a grip on life, or at least, I’d like to think so. When I looked up at him, he was two feet closer and one shirt fewer.
“How can I refuse an offer like that?” Dale almost ripped his jeans getting them off, making me grin.
“What about your finals?” I giggled as he scooped me back into his arms. “Don’t you need to study.”
Dale's hand caressed my lower back before dipping down to my ass giving it a good squeeze. “Like you said, I already have it all memorized. I’m up for a new challenge.”
Chapter 6
Finals were finally over. I wasn't sure if I had passed them all on a level I was used to, but I knew I had done my best. Fortunately, with finals over, that meant it was time for the end of the year party.
"It's mainly just an excuse to get shit faced and screw," Trina told me with a grin, pulling on her knee-high stockings. They were a bright neon orange color and went well with the dark purple jumper she wore. Trina did not have a confidence issue, that was for sure. I'd never be brave enough to wear something that screamed ‘look at me’ like that. At least, not to a party of people I didn't know. Usually, Callie had to force me into something other than a cute outfit and into something more adult.
"Well, I, for one, am excited." Paul bounced on my bed slightly with a grin on his face. I was still bummed we had gotten interrupted by my impromptu shopping spree with Sabrina. However, I had a feeling Paul was hoping we'd get to finish what we started tonight. I knew I was.
I offered him a small smile, looping my hoop earring into my ear. "Well, as long as you don't give me any Bubble Pop, I think we'll all have a fun time."
Trina and Paul laughed at that. The last party I'd gone to, I'd let myself get shit faced after one drink. Who knew magical alcohol was so much stronger than regular? Dale did, that's who. I tried not to think of the reason Dale had given me that drink in the first place. Paul and I had been great ever since we had cleared up the misunderstanding between us, and I didn't want to let thoughts of that night ruin tonight's fun.
"So, what are you wearing?" Trina asked me, standing from her bed to come to my side by our full-length mirror.
I raised a brow and gestured to myself. "This."
Trina's eyes took in my low-rise jeans and the tank top with thin straps and a cute bow on the neckline. "Oh, come on, this is a party, shake things up a bit!" She shook my hips, making me laugh. I pushed her hands away, but before I could defend my clothing choice, Paul spoke up.
"I like what you're wearing." Paul gave me a lopsided grin that made his brown eyes twinkle. "Besides, it's only going to end up on the floor later anyway."
My face flushed and my whole body sizzled with a sudden need. Sure, I'd just been with Dale last night, but this was Paul. Sure, I know what you're thinking. All dicks are the same, but they're not. Each of my guys was different and while I hadn't been with all of them yet, something I wasn't in a hurry to do, I had a feeling every one of them would be different.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Trina fanned herself with a giggle, eyeing Paul and me. I ducked my head slightly in embarrassment at being caught eye fucking Paul but didn't comment. Trina didn't wait for one in any case. She grabbed her phone and shoved it between her boobs before heading for the door. "Well, Libby is waiting for me. We already planned on going back to her room this time so no worries about coming back here. You two play nice now. Or not." She shrugged. "Whatever gets you off."
Laughing as she left, I shook my head. I loved my roommate, but sometimes, she could really be something else. I turned back to Paul to ask him about tonight, but my words caught in my throat at the heat in his eyes. Shifting in place, I suddenly felt on the spot. Should I come to him or stay where I was? Should I break the growing sexual tension between us to get to the party? Really, there should be a rule book out there for this kind of stuff.
"Come here," Paul said, saving me from making the decision.
I moved from one foot to the other for a moment before walking toward him. My hands played with my sides as my nerves kicked in. Why was I so nervous? We'd already done it before. What h
appened to the confidence I had yesterday when I was practically dry humping him in the quad? Hell if I knew, but I demanded yesterday me come back and play the sexy vixen she's supposed to be.
Paul's hands dragged me to him the moment I came within reach. Fingers slid beneath the fabric of my tank top, tickling the edges of my skin. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bent my head toward his, allowing our mouths to match up. Our lips brushed against one another slowly at first before Paul opened his lips and swiped his tongue along my closed mouth. I readily parted them for him with a small groan. His grip tightened on my waist and drew me even closer so that I had to make a choice, stand between his legs or over them. I chose the latter.
Throwing my legs over each of his, I straddled his lap, causing our middles to grind against one another. Paul's fingers inched down from my back to cup my ass and pull me firmly against him.
"I don't think I can wait until after the party," Paul murmured against my lips in between hot, open mouth kisses on my bare neck and shoulders.
"Then don't," I cried out as he nipped my skin. There she was. My nerves had completely vanished, leaving me with nothing but a need to be closer to Paul. I pulled at his shirt, finding the bottom of it so I could run my hands along his hard muscles. His abs tensed at my touch and then when my fingers dipped lower, Paul let out a low, strangled moan.
"Max," he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair and dragging my mouth back down to his. I made quick work of his pants, but just as I was about to release him from his pants, a quick knock came to my door. Before I had a chance to answer it, the door opened.
"Who's ready to party?" I jerked back from Paul's mouth as Ian's voice filled the room, and my head swiveled toward him. When his eyes landed on us, he paused in his tracks, his eyes wide and a slow smirk crawling up his face. "Well, it looks like someone has already started without us."
A gruff sound came from the hallway, and Ian moved aside to let Aidan through the door. Before I could make an uncomfortable situation worse, I climbed out of Paul's lap, the movement causing a slight sound from both of us, him more than me as his arousal was clear to the rest of the room.
