Compulsion: Magnetic Desires (14 page)

"You thought about me all week, like that?" Her hands bunched in my T-shirt, pulling it up over my head.

"No."

"No?" She stilled, her lower lip sucked between her teeth.

"I told you, I've been thinking about you like that for years. Only, it's better now, because I know what you taste like."

"Oh."

"Oh?" Raising one eyebrow, I waited for her to reply.

When she didn't say anything, I pulled her top from her. "So, I guess the more important question would be: did you think of me like that all week? Did you touch yourself when you remembered what we did?"

"Orion." She swatted my arm, which only caused her to bounce on my lap. "How did I never notice you were so dirty?"

"You didn't want to know." Shifting her onto the couch I settled on my knees beside her and hiked her skirt up her thighs. Red lace that matched her bra swathed her pussy too. Brushing my fingers over the darker lace between her thighs, where her arousal soaked her panties, had her whimpering and stretching her arms up to pull me down to her.

My lips pressed together, one corner of my mouth tugging up playfully; I took the lace between finger and thumb. "Now, about these panties."

"What about them?" Her hips rose.

"They're fucking sexy."

"I like them." Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, trying to force my fingers closer to where she needed me.

Digging my finger through the lace, I tore them apart. "I like them better now."

"Orion, for fuck sake. I'm not going to have any panties left if you keep doing that."

Hands to her hips, I twisted her body so her ass hung off the couch, and dipped my face between her thighs. "That wouldn't be a bad thing."

Gripping the tops of her thighs, I darted my tongue over her lower lips, from the smooth bit of skin behind her pussy to her clit. Her hips bucked, and a low moan reached my ears, despite the way she wrapped her legs around my head. Burying my face between her legs, I sucked and licked her sensitive flesh until each thrust of my tongue against her clit had her rolling her hips, and tugging at my hair. Sliding my hands around to her ass, I held her captive to my mouth, enslaving her body with my tongue.

"More." Her demands were breathy, and high pitched, more a plea than a command.

Balancing her on one hand, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and clamped down on the little bundle of nerves, tipping her over the edge of her orgasm. She keened, her thighs tensing around me. "I'm, I'm..."

When she stopped rocking, I pulled away. "One day soon, I'm going to make you say it."

"What?" She peered up at me as she shifted on the couch.

Lifting her onto my lap, I pulled her in for a kiss that tasted entirely of her. "I'm going to make you say, 'I'm cumming.’"

Inching her hips closer to my cock, she settled it between her thighs. The heat of her and her wetness slicking my shaft made my balls tighten. God, I wanted to drive into her. Her palm wrapped around my dick. She ran her hand up and down in long, slow strokes and darted her tongue over her lips. My hips rose against her hand, pushing me into the circle of her fingers, bringing me close. Taking her tits in my hands, I kneaded the sensual flesh, pinching her nipples between my fingers until they puckered hard and she shuddered. Her drawn out moan, and the grip she had on my cock were almost enough to make me cum in her hand.

Where the hell had her shy innocence from the other night gone? Maybe I had been wrong to think she hadn’t been treated right. Nibbling her swollen bottom lip, I disentangled her fingers from around my shaft. "I was about to cum in your hand, like a goddamn teenager. You do that to me, Clo. You make it hard for me to keep control."

She slid from my lap to kneel on the floor, her gaze flicking between my cock and my face. Tentatively, she grasped my knees and pushed my legs apart before taking my cock in her hand again, and bringing her mouth close to the tip.

"Babe, you don’t have to."

"I want to taste you." She darted her tongue out over her top lip. "I’m not good at it."

"I don't believe that." The other night and earlier today, I'd seen the hellcat rippling under her surface.

Fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, she lowered her mouth over the head of it, then gripped it with her lips, sliding up and down the length. The swirl of her tongue, and the way she flicked it over the tip had me ready to explode. Gritting my teeth, I settled my hands on her head and eased farther into her. Each pull and suck, her cheeks hollowing, increased the heat in my balls. And when I touched the back of her throat it was almost too much. The vibration of a moan ricocheted through me, making me thrust into that hot wet mouth of hers. I was so fucking close to losing control. "Get up here," I growled as I pulled her up, my cock slapping against my thigh.

Her face clouded as she dropped her gaze to her hands on my chest. Taking one, I pressed her palm to my lips, then nibbled at her bottom lip, darting my tongue into her mouth to taste myself. "You're fucking incredible."

"Oh."

Forcing her gaze to lock with mine, I slid my fingers against her slit. "Next time you do that, and there will be a next time, I'm going to cum in that hot little mouth of yours, but right now, I want to crawl into your pussy and fuck you until we both cum."

She gasped, and without hesitation settled herself over me, her hand wrapped around my cock to guide me inside.

"Fuck, babe, not yet." Gripping her hips, I held her still, though it took all the control I had. "I should get a condom."

"I told you we didn't need one the other night."

"Yes, you did, and there's nothing I'd like more than to sink my bare cock into you, but it's about respect. I want you to know how much I respect you, and your body."

Pushing down on my cock, she took all of me. "I want you inside of me, now."

The way she took control: her eyes rolling back ever so slightly as she accommodated me, broke my restraint. If she didn't want a condom, who was I to complain? Hot, wet heat engulfed me, and my fingers tensed on her hips as I eased her up and down the length of my shaft, my hips rising to push deep inside her. Clinging to me, she shut her eyes and moaned with each thrust. An explosion was ramping up inside me, the tight slide of her pussy around my cock, perfection. When her mouth formed an
o;
her body tensing around me, I let go. My name exploding from her lips was the sweet sound of her orgasm ripping through her, and my cock surged with my release, the tight squeeze of her walls milking me dry.

For a minute, she collapsed against my chest, letting me hold her. This was what I wanted; all of this and everything else she had to offer. Her breathing turned from pants to slow deep breaths, and she stumbled from my arms, grabbing up her clothes. Joining her, we dressed in silence. My mind raced to find something to say, now that we were on the verge of awkwardness. When she'd shown up, she'd been so obsessed with getting in my pants. Did she regret it now, knowing that she'd agreed to try to be more? "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"What movie?"

"I don't know." Whichever movie would keep her here. Why don't you pick?"

While she picked an action flick, I made popcorn and settled on the couch, waiting for her to join me. Taking a handful of popcorn, she scooted into my side and curled her feet under her. I stole a piece from her and popped it in my mouth before grinning at her. A tentative smile on her face, she rested her head on my chest, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. We were good together, and I would prove it to her no matter what it took.

I watched the movie, or at least I tried to. At first, she would only peek at me for a second at a time, and I barely caught her, though I could feel her gaze on me. As the show progressed, her gaze landed on me more and more. When she stared at me with the hungry gaze of a girl who had denied herself cake for too long, I struggled to keep my hands where they were. The credits rolled, and I turned all my attention to her. "How about we go and get something to eat, before I’m the only thing on the menu."

"I
t was almost the end right there. The end before there was a real beginning. She'd jumped from the couch as if I had pressed a hot poker to her ass, when all I'd suggested was we go and get some dinner. She thought it was a date, and of course, I wanted it to be, but I told her it wasn't. After all, it wasn't unusual for us to go out for dinner. Why should that change? She gave in, but on the provision she paid her own way. Under no circumstances was this a date she told me, as she left to go home and get changed."

April 2011

Stepping out of the shower, I dried off, and assessed the stubble along my jaw line. It hadn't seemed to bother her when my face was between her thighs, but it was starting to pass the border of neat, into the scraggly beginnings of a beard. If we'd labeled this night as a date, I would have had the razor in my hand already. Dropping the towel, I headed to the bedroom. Clo had been flighty enough over the idea of going out, though we'd done it a million times as friends. Rocking up to her house clean-shaven would probably have her running again. I'd never been so sure of what I wanted and uncertain of how to get it. Girls had never been a problem, but
the
girl? If I wanted to win her over each move had to be thought out and executed with perfection.

In my room, I chose khakis and a thin gray V-neck sweater, aiming for casual and relaxed, which was the direct opposite of how I felt. I jiggled my legs to try and get rid of the nervous energy as I locked the door behind me.

The truck could do with a wash, but I was as likely to do that this evening as I was to stop and buy flowers. Clo wasn't the type of girl who would appreciate flowers, even if I’d been able to get her to agree to this evening being a date. Zack had taught her that flowers held a hidden message, and it wasn't a good one. She’d received a dozen roses here and there, whenever he’d done something to upset her. The days after she found out he’d cheated were the worst. How many times over the years had those flowers been delivered in direct correlation to his cheating on her? She knew of once, but I expected there had been more. My hand gripped the steering wheel tighter and I cussed at the bastard as I turned on to her street.

I parked in the driveway behind her Chevy Cobalt and strode up the steps to her front door. The back of my neck itched, and I scratched at it. This wasn’t a date. There was no reason for me to feel nervous. The front door stood ajar, and I called out as I slipped inside the screen door.

She called out from her bedroom, and I wandered up the hallway. The pine floorboards creaked under my feet. I’d told her I would fix them last time I'd been here, but she had refused. Besides, she liked the sound the wood made. Nobody would be able to sneak up on her.

She met me in the kitchen, and I gaped. I’d thought for sure she would be in jeans, but she'd put effort into this not-a-date date. Under my gaze, she trembled. The simple blue dress set off the copper in her hair. Her curves stood out against the gauzy material, and I wanted to forget taking her to dinner and take her to bed instead. She looked amazing and I had to show her off. Even if she didn't realize it, she'd done it for me.

I pulled her into my arms. The smell of her perfume climbed into my nose, and my body stirred. "Let's go."

"Remember this is not a date. I'm paying my own way."

I suppressed a grin. "Let me pay. It's not like I haven't covered you for dinner before."

She opened her own door. Letting her have her way, I went to my side and climbed in.

"Not a date," she muttered.

"Oh come on. You said you'd try."

Huffing, she stared out the window as we drove toward the restaurant. "Okay, but no fucking flowers."

Chuckling, I placed my hand on her knee. "No flowers."

We rode in silence to the restaurant, and I found a parking spot right out front. Mama Cita’s was crowded, but I’d had the foresight to call ahead and book our favorite booth.

The waiter came and Clo ordered a frozen margarita and I asked for a Corona. We had a routine. One margarita, and then we'd order dinner and another round of drinks. By the time our meal came, Clo would be tipsy and ravenous. I grinned. It was the same way she’d looked when she’d been riding me this afternoon. The waiter brought our drinks and Clo sipped hers, then took up swirling her straw through the icy liquid.

"Do you want a sip?" She eyed my beer with the lime stuck in its neck.

Lifting it to my lips, I swigged at the bottle. "You know, I'm going to taste it later, right? Right, before I taste other things."

I grinned as she gasped and tried to kick me in the shin. Missing me, she kicked the bench instead. Her face crumpled from the impact, but she kept quiet and polished off her drink.

"Do you want to order yet?"

"I think I want another drink." Holding the glass in front of her face, she stared at me through the bottom of it.

The waiter took her drink order and went to the bar to fill it. I leaned across the table and took her hand. "There's no need to be nervous. This isn't a date, remember?"

She stayed silent until the waiter put her drink on the table. "What am I supposed to think? You want me to be willing to give us a chance for more. Doesn't that mean you want a relationship?"

Of course I did. My mind raced for an appropriate answer; one that wouldn’t have her fleeing the restaurant. If I told her that was exactly what I wanted, I’d frighten her off before we even began. "I’d be lying if I said I wanted nothing more than what we have, Clo."

"I can't do it. We're friends, isn't that enough?"

"We’ve been friends for years and we will always be friends, but it’s not enough. Never has been. Give me a chance to show you what we could be."

She dropped the topic in favor of sipping her margarita, and I signaled the waiter, who dug out his order pad on his way to us. "What can I get you guys?"

Clo giggled, but I couldn't see what was funny. Wrapping her lips around the straw, she sucked seductively at her drink. If she was any other girl, she'd be asking for me to do something about the way she was eyeing me off. Turning to the waiter, I tried to ignore her little show, but when her foot moved up my leg to my crotch, I jumped. My cock sprang to attention under her touch, and she smothered a giggle with her hand. The waiter gaped at her. Unleashing a dazzling smile on him, she continued to massage my dick with her foot. There was my hellcat. Her behavior was a distraction, but I enjoyed her uninhibited attention. I hadn’t expected it. My brain scrambled as she squeezed my erection with her toes. Damn. The waiter fidgeted and cleared his throat. What was it I usually got? My brain drew a blank.