Claiming Magique: 1 (19 page)

She gave him a sultry smile. “I’m
not on Facebook.”

“Good. Don’t ever think about
putting yourself on there, understand?”

“I don’t think I do.” She studied
him, her previous humor gone. “You’re getting awfully bossy. That needs to
stop.”

“I’ll try to remember that.”

“You’ll try?”

He smiled innocently at her
don’t-give-me-that-crap look,
then
ran his fingers
around her navel, a dainty
half moon
as lovely as the
rest of her. Bending down, he touched it with the tip of his tongue.

She sighed.

Her tummy rippled gently with the
faint exhale of air. The pleasure he’d given made Hunt’s cock even harder,
eager to become a part of her once more. With any other woman, he would have
obeyed his lust, wanting nothing more than release and a bit of rest before
resuming. With
Alexa
, he denied himself so he could
give her everything she deserved.

He kissed her belly and sat up,
easing his hand lower, stopping at her slit, damp with her previous orgasms,
her nub still erect.

As he stroked it,
Alexa’s
mouth fell open on a pleased gasp.

Her parted lips begged Hunt for a
kiss, a chance to taste her once more. He fought the urge and the many others
he had…to touch each part of her body, marking his territory, making her his.
There was so much to do with
her,
he had trouble
deciding how he wanted to begin.

She lifted her ass, bringing her
cunt closer to his hand, trying to run the show again.

Not tonight.

Making his decision, Hunt climbed
onto the bed and straddled her, facing her feet. God love her, she still had
her heels on. If she hadn’t, Hunt wasn’t certain what he would have done.
Bitched probably, for having his fantasy ruined before he could make it real
and lasting, beginning with this act.

For once, she didn’t question what
he was doing. Her silence said she knew.

He scooted down and lifted his ass
until his cock and balls hung suspended above her face. Just out of reach, like
forbidden fruit. She squirmed beneath him, no doubt trying to get her hands
free so she could go to her elbows.

Thankfully, the twins didn’t release
her.

Alexa
muttered an oath,
then
ordered,
“Lower.”

“Stay where you are,” Hunt ordered
the men.

“Not them,” she complained.
“You.
Lower your ass so I can lick your cock.”

“I’m close enough.” He wanted her to
work for it, needing to know how much she desired him.

She swore again, a bit more
colorfully this time.

Smiling, Hunt settled himself
between her legs and lapped her furry little mound, obsessed with its flavor
and scent.

She groaned and moaned, then whined,
“Dammit, move down.”

He backed up until his sex was above
her forehead. Close, yet so far away.

“That’s not what I meant,” she
growled.

No fucking kidding. He resumed his
previous position and buried his face in her cunt.

She stiffened,
then
collapsed, her thighs bending outward, her ass lifting so he could find and use
her clit. It was within licking distance, not that Hunt intended to do a thing
until she tended to him.

After a few seconds,
Alexa
caught on. Given the way she huffed and wriggled her
body, she was fighting to get her head up enough to reach the best part of him.
At length, she succeeded, managing to lick the tip of his cock.

Jesus. The heat of her tongue
registered first, its dampness next. So many uncivilized sensations rumbled
through him, he shuddered. She grunted, as though desperate to have more.

Her hunger for him persuaded Hunt to
move down, making his shaft more accessible.

Alexa
tongued the crown, guiding it into her mouth, holding him
gently between her lips. Blood pounded in Hunt’s ears. He gritted his teeth to
keep from coming. His fucking cock was so hard, so damn needy for her, he
thought he might burst.

No, shit no. He wasn’t going to
climax, not yet. He couldn’t allow it. He’d have to rest for minutes, maybe a
half hour if he was very unlucky, and would lose that time with her.

Precious
moments he’d never get back.

Steeling himself against what she
was doing, Hunt focused on her cunt, its damp warmth and musky fragrance. As he
lapped and suckled her, the other men moved closer to the platform, just as
he’d arranged for them to do.

“Don’t lick her clit,” one of them
called out, participating in the act in the only way allowed. “Not yet.”

“Make her wait for it,” another
said.

“Will you look at her face?” the
first added. “She’s dying to come, to have him inside of her.”

“Her nipples couldn’t get any
harder,” someone else said. “Those little tips are so fucking
hard,
I bet they’d feel real good in his mouth.”

“He should turn around and lick them
instead. Keep her waiting and hoping for relief.”

Several men applauded at the notion.
Some whooped and whistled.

Hunt continued to arouse her.
Beneath his hands, he felt
Alexa’s
buttocks
tightening. He heard her harsh breaths.

“Shit,” another guy said, speaking
above the other noise. “He’s making this too easy on her. We want her to
fucking beg for it.”

His lewd remark and those of the
rest weren’t lost on
Alexa
. She moaned wantonly, her
body at last softening beneath Hunt’s, her obedience to all that he willed
exactly what he’d been waiting for. Proof that she could trust him, he’d be
there for her, he’d bring her more satisfaction and happiness than she believed
possible.

Again, he flicked the tip of his
tongue over her clit, making certain to keep his body lifted so his cock wasn’t
easy to reach.

Didn’t
matter.
Repeatedly, she managed to take the
head into her mouth, making his hair stand on end, suckling him with what
appeared to be adoration and a dash of defiance. Hunt liked her gutsiness the
best, which made him more than determined to win this contest of wills.

With his arms around her upper legs,
Hunt gripped her ass, separating the cheeks.
Alexa’s
tongue stalled on his crown. Thank god. It gave him a moment to recover and
focus. He dragged his tongue around her clit and his fingers over her anus,
circling the little ring, teasing that part of her.

Alexa
went very still.

Did she think that would get him to
stop? No fucking way. Only her telling him to do so would make that happen.

She didn’t say the words. From the
sound of it, she could scarcely catch a full breath.

He continued, his mouth tending to
her cunt, his forefinger penetrating her anus.

She came. Sounds rushed from her
that other women had made when he’d masturbated them, but
Alexa’s
were richer, sweeter and all because of him…who he was to her. A man she’d
never expected to come into her life. One she couldn’t deny her feelings for.
Not any longer.

Allowing her to wind down, he
stopped licking her nub and brought his hand back from her anus.

“Damn,” she panted. “What is the
matter with you?”

Hunt looked over his shoulder. Even
in the subdued light,
Alexa’s
face was a deep red
from her climax, her chest sweaty. Strands of her hair stuck to her throat. If
she breathed any harder, she’d blow a lung.

“I did something wrong?” he asked.

She gulped more air,
then
glared at him. “Why won’t you come?”

So that’s what was bothering her.

Suddenly, she looked frightened,
lost, back to being that little girl no one had loved, a child who couldn’t
seem to do anything right. She whispered, “Aren’t you turned-on?”

Was she kidding? He’d practically
ground his molars to dust, he’d been clenching his jaw so hard. Tomorrow it was
going to hurt like hell. Tonight, the only pain he felt was in his unappeased
cock.

He lifted himself from her and
turned around. Taking the hint at what was going to happen
next,
the guys released
Alexa
and left the bed, joining
their colleagues at the edge of the platform.

Hunt lowered his face to hers. “Did
you just accuse me of not being horny?”

She smiled at his rigid cock resting
on her thigh. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You bet. Are you sorry?”

She slid her tongue out of her
mouth, licked the seam of his, then murmured, “Only that your cock’s on my leg
instead of in my cunt. What’s the matter, Hunt? You forget where my pussy is?
You need me to show you?”

Definitely
too sassy.
In answer, he placed his hand on
her opening, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

She whimpered
,
a sound so similar to begging there was very little distinction.

“Nope, I haven’t,” he said, removing
his hand.

Alexa
cupped his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Don’t
make me wait any longer to have you inside of me. Please.”

Hunt liked the sound of that. “Why?”

She screwed up her mouth. “Huh?”

“Why don’t you want me to wait?”

“I’m horny.
Obviously.”

Not good enough.

“You’re horny,” she added. “Your
pre-
cum’s
all over my leg.”

He arched one brow.

She rolled her eyes.

“Want to ask the guys?” he
whispered. “Think they might say what you already know, but refuse to admit?”

Her expression changed. She wore the
same look now that she had in that school photo where she appeared pissed at
the world.
Afraid of it too.

“Fine,” he said. “If you won’t ask,
then I guess I’ll just have—”

She cut in. “Shut up, all right?
This is between you and me.”

“What is?”

“I want you. You know I do.”

He grinned.

“Tonight,” she added.

That killed the magic and made Hunt
want to take her as ruthlessly as he felt. To force her to admit her feelings
for him by pounding into her—behaving like a Neanderthal, exactly as his
mother’s boyfriends had done when she didn’t do whatever they wanted.

He was a better man than that, and
by god, he was going to prove it to himself and to
Alexa
.
“Yes, tonight,” he said, “since it’s all that we have.”

Her expression went from surprised
that he’d agreed with her to something else.
Fear?
Or
was it
sorrow
that this might be the only time they
had left? If it was, Hunt was going to make the most of it.

Positioning himself between her
legs, he lifted his cock, running the head up and down her slit.

Her breathing accelerated once more.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Very much.”

She meant it. She sounded different
than she had just a moment earlier.
As though he’d peeled
away one of her many layers, coming closer to the real woman beneath all the
other junk.

“Fast or slow?” he asked.

“Either.
Both.
You decide.”

Her trust was so unexpected and
welcomed, Hunt couldn’t wait any longer. With one assured thrust, he was within
her completely, their bodies touching.

Alexa
lifted her chin to the ceiling. He licked her throat.

Chuckling, she brought her face back
down. Seconds passed as she studied him, clearly lost in his gaze, their minds
and hearts as connected as their bodies were at this moment.

“Nice,” she whispered.

It was beyond that. He was home.

Hunt kissed her deeply.

The men fell silent. Even the music
grew restrained. A lone sax wailed poignantly, bringing to mind lost love,
wasted chances.

Not for him. Not for them.

Hunt finished their kiss, leaving
Alexa’s
mouth damp and slightly bruised. She gave him a
grateful smile. Returning it, he pumped into her, more slowly than his body
wanted, every part of him pleading for relief.

He refused to give in to mere lust.
This was about winning her heart. Hunt continued his measured thrusts,
delighted at how her breasts shimmied with the movements. She wrapped her
calves around his hips and gripped his upper arms, holding tight.

Thrilled, he stroked her clit and
smiled broadly.