Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2)

by Selena Illyria

  He reached out and trailed his fingertips over her cheek. “I feel the same way. I’m so damn happy I feel like I’m going to burst with it. I just hate that we wasted an entire week trying to figure this thing out.” He shook his head.

  She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest. The steady thud of his heart soothed her some but did nothing to calm the prickles that raced over her exposed skin. For a moment, she stood still, allowing the experience to seep into her being for later when they would be in different cities and then the hard work would begin. A small voice told her it wouldn’t work, that he’d find someone else and she’d lose him. She told it to shut the hell up and refocused on the here and now.

  “Okay, enough. Gotta finish setting up or we’ll miss it all.” She tried to extricate herself from his embrace, but he held on tighter.

  “No, not yet. I won’t get to hold you like this for a while. Anyway, I want you to hear something.” He stepped back an inch and gazed down at her, his gray eyes filled with such love and acceptance it hurt to stare too long, but she couldn’t turn away. He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and held it fast. “We will work on this together. No matter what happens, we’re a team, and no matter what I’ll keep reminding you of it until you accept it, understand?”

  She nodded. “I understand. Now do you want to watch the fireworks or not?”

  He ducked his head and kissed the tip of her nose before stepping back and releasing her. “Let’s finish this picnic.”

  He cooked the last of the burgers and hot dogs on the grill while she made sure everything was organized on the table. Fireworks burst overhead, painting the area in a rainbow of colors.

  “They really went all out this time. Jeez. I don’t remember it being this colorful before.” A crack from the forest could be heard, followed by laughter.

  “And now they’ve taken over the woods.” Alexi shook his head. “There goes our peaceful night.”

  She laughed. “Did you honestly think that easy access to firecrackers and poppers was not going to cause the kids to go nuts? It’s fine. I’m sure we can figure out how to drown out the noise.”

  “Yeah,” Alexi nodded. “There’s always the sweet audio system we have in the cabin. And just remember my bedroom is all set up.” He winked.

  She rolled her eyes. “I think I know what you want to do.”

  “And you know, all this food can wait.” He nudged her.

  She shook her head. “No, we’re eating. I didn’t do all this so you could spoil my attempt at romance.”

  “It won’t spoil it. It will enhance it, I swear.” Alexi slipped his hands around her waist. The heat of his touch seeped through the thin barrier of her sundress, warming her from the outside in. She leaned into him, savoring the solidity of his body against hers. The ridge that tented the material of his jeans pressed into her back. She tried to marshal the sexual awareness flooding her body.

  “No, we have to have this picnic. I worked really hard to set the mood.” Despite her words, the idea of spending the last night they had together in sexual bliss appealed to her, but the stubborn part of her wanted to have the romantic evening she’d intended.

  His hands moved up, blazing a trail to her breasts, where he cupped and kneaded the mounds. Her nipples pebbled. Her pussy contracted, dampening her panties even more. She pressed her thighs together, only to make the problem worse. Her clit pulsed, demanding stimulation. She clenched her hands to keep from reaching up and showing him how she wanted to be touched.

  “Go ahead,” he whispered. His humid breath brushed against her ear, teasing the sensitive shell.

  She laid her head back and gave in for just a second. He found the tightened peaks and pinched them through her dress. “Alexi,” she moaned.

  “Yes, let go.” He tweaked her nipples again, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her clit.

  She clenched her jaw. The pleasure built, but she refused to forget the notion of sitting down and having a nice candlelit dinner together. With reluctance, she pushed away from him. He dropped his hands, and his arms hung at his sides.

  “You really want the dinner, don’t you, honey?” Amusement lit up his tone.

  She whirled around and pointed at him. “Yes, yes, I do. I want this to go well even if we’re having burgers and hot dogs, okay? Just humor me.” She prayed he’d understand.

  He bobbed his head. “Okay, I’ll give you this.”

  She stilled. “What?” She didn’t recall him winning anything.

  He grinned and hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “You and I had sex. You gave in to me, soooo…I won. Let’s eat.” He turned around and pulled out a chair for her.

  She lifted her chin. “I don’t recall you winning anything. In fact, we never called a truce. As for the sex, it was mutual. So no, you did not win.”

  “As I recall—” he started.

  A flare of irritation doused some of her earlier arousal. “No, don’t even try it. We had sex, but you didn’t win. And your friends ate my cookies, don’t even try it. The bet is still on.”

  “I made you beg,” he argued.

  She didn’t buy it. “So? That doesn’t mean you win. I can you make you beg; hell, I can make you bark if I want to.” She preened to watch the flash of disbelief on his face.

  “Fine. After this, my room. Let’s put your skills to the test.” He sat back, a smug expression on his face.

  “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll ace this. Now eat your food. You’ll need all that energy for later.” She settled into her chair and moved it closer to the table as he made his way around to the other side and sat down.

  During dinner, they made small talk, watched the fireworks overhead, and dodged questions of sex but kept things light and flirty. In the back of her mind, she plotted all the ways she knew to make him into a puddle in her hands.

  “Can I do anything I want to you?” she asked.

  He snorted. “I trust you, Ti. You know that, and you know my limits, so yes.”

  “Good.” She knew just what she wanted to do to make her objective successful. “I’ll do the dishes so you can save up your strength.”

  “That sure, huh? Okay, I’ll go get ready for you.” He left the kitchen area, his footsteps thumping against the wood floor.

  She doubted he would really get ready. He’s probably just setting things up to catch me by surprise, she thought. She finished rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the washer before going out onto the back porch to check things over, making sure that everything was put away and there was no garbage to attract any wild animals. In the distance, the fireworks show went on, and in the woods, she heard the pop and crackle. A few times she thought she saw a flash of light before it disappeared behind a tree. She shook her head and prayed whoever was out there wouldn’t come near the property. There were no other houses nearby, so they had privacy.

  She shut and locked the doors, shut off all the lights, and headed for Alexi’s bedroom. As she climbed the stairs, a stray scent of jasmine drifted past her, catching her attention. The closer she got to the top floor, the heavier the scent became. Oh, that sneaky bastard. She went straight to his room to find he had lit several tea candles all over the space. When he got them, she didn’t know, but they covered every solid surface from dressers to the nightstands and windowsills. Jasmine petals covered the bed in a display of delicate ivory-white ovals.

  “Where—” Her gaze went from the bedspread to the headboard. Two sets of padded cuffs, each attached to a spoke on either end of the headboard, with one manacle open and ready for use, sat on the pillows.

  “I figured if you really wanted to blow my mind, you’d have to hold me down to have your way with me. I’d want to touch you, tease, and ramp up your desire, so I’m at your command.” He grinned at her, twin spots of red in his cheeks.

  She stood for a second, taking it all in. “What? No blindfold?” she teased.

  He dug into his pocket and produced
an eye mask. “My turn.”

  “You trust me to do this?” She had to make sure.

  “Always.” He put the covering on the bed, reached down, took hold of his hem, and began to lift his shirt.

  “Stop. I want to undress you.” She swallowed, a flush of nervous energy bursting through her. In this moment, she would be in control, but he was trusting her in all things, including his aftercare and his pleasure. She wanted to get this first time of many right, not only for him but for herself.

  “I want to go slow, savor this.”

  He’d never made himself so vulnerable like this except in talk.

  She waited for him to tell her it was stupid, but he nodded. “Okay.” He let the shirt fall back into place. “I took off my shoes and socks. Is that okay?”

  She chuckled. “Yes, totally fine.” She swallowed again and tamped down a flutter in her stomach. “I’m in charge,” she muttered to herself.

  She approached him, her chin lifted, head tilted back. She took him in, starting from the top of his head on down. His blond hair was a mess of waves as if he’d been running his fingers through them a lot. His sharp cheekbones were covered in dark brown stubble. His white shirt had a faded Prowlers emblem on it with the paint chipped in some places. The brightness of the shirt showed the contrast of his now darker golden skin from all his time spent outdoors. She stopped with a few inches between them, rose up, and kissed him on the lips. A soft touch, a glide of flesh against each other, the dart of her tongue along the seam of his mouth, diving in when he opened for her. Fresh mint rolled over her taste buds. She resisted the urge to pull back and smile that he’d been so thoughtful. Instead, she concentrated on giving in to the moment, opening herself up to everything he offered.

  She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the warmth and heat, letting it seep into her, accepting the gift he’d given her. The softness of his shirt wrinkled under her hold the deeper she sank into the kiss. Hunger, rich and heavy, filtered into her blood, demanding she touch more of him, paint the contours of his chest with her hands, feel all that hard muscle under her caress. Rather than give in, she hung on, focusing all her energy on the kiss until her lips throbbed and ached and her lungs burned and she became light-headed from the need for air. Small whimpers and sounds came from the back of her throat. Despite the hurt, she pressed on, taking more and more of him, needing to be so close to him that there would be no way to tell where she started and he ended.

  She lifted the material until his pecs became exposed. He took hold of the hem and pulled it off. She scraped the edge of his jaw with the tip of her tongue before carving a path along the center of his neck, lapping at the bumps and ridges of his Adam’s apple onward to the hollow at the base of his throat. She tasted, kissed, sucked, marking him until she knew tomorrow he’d have a hickey there, declaring her his for all to see. She couldn’t stop. Just seeing the flush of red at the base of the dip before his pectoral muscles started sent a rush of pride through her. Not wanting to halt, she continued, marking him with tongue and teeth and lips. He shuddered, moaned, and urged her actions on with guttural noises and grunts.

  When she finished, his chest was covered in spots of red. She went back in for more teasing and tormenting his nipples with scrapes and sucks on the rose-pink tips.

  “Don’t stop,” he chanted above her. “Please, Ti. Keep going. Mark me.”

  And she did. She ran her hands over the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, going on to trace with delicate fingertips along his waistband before she took hold of his button fly and undid it, followed by his zipper. Reaching into the material, she located his already thickened cock, hard and hot to the touch, and gave it a slow tug from base to tip. The slit at the center of the crown grew slick with his precum.

  “Fuck, Ti.” His voice was very deep and gruff. The very sound tripped down her spine and buzzed around her body, increasing her arousal. Tingles raced along her inner thighs, her pussy lips, her ass, and along her lower back. Her vaginal walls tightened. Her panties damped further, and her clit demanded attention. Ignoring her own wants, she continued to torment him.

  Her kisses bisected his abdomen before trailing over each rise and dip, she dipped her tongue in the well of his belly button. She paused long enough to lick her palm before returning to stroke his thick shaft, up, down, up, over, and repeat. The denim restricted her movements, but she didn’t want to give him—or her, for that matter—too much freedom. She wasn’t ready to taste and suck on his cock just yet.

  All the while, Alexi held his hands clenched at his sides while he shook against her. The more she gave to him, the more aroused she became. Her blood fairly sang with hunger to fuck him senseless until she passed out from pleasure. In some small part of her brain, she wondered if she could come just by bringing him to orgasm. The half of her wanted to try; the other part enjoyed what she was doing far too much to care. She followed his treasure trail until she had to stop jerking him off to tug down his pants. He kicked off the denim and spread his legs. Crouching, she admired the light fur of hair on his muscular legs, his heavy balls, and his cock sticking out—not quite as aroused as she’d like. She got on her knees and began her journey to his groin from the bottom, kissing her way up one leg, pausing to tickle the back of his knee and see if he responded. He chuckled and tried to move away from her touch.

  “Ha! Found a ticklish spot. Must remember that for later.” Before he could respond, she continued on. The springy, soft hair of his legs tickled her palms as her hands coasted up the contours of his muscles. “God, you’re so damn fit. Not an ounce of fat on you anywhere. Not even after a week of junk food.”

  He opened his mouth to respond, only to stop on a groan when she bit his inner thigh before sucking his flesh to mark him where only they would know and see. His gasps and moans were her music and encouragement. She traced the dip that bisected his thigh from his torso with her tongue, tasting the salt of his sweat. Humidity rose up to caress her face, a perfect contrast to the cold air circulating around the room. She inhaled the musk of his arousal, the scent here denser than anywhere else. The thatch of curls was neatly trimmed. His cock stood straight from it, turning to the right a bit; the flared, ruddy head had a single droplet at the slit. She moved to the front of him, took hold of his dick, and lifted it, exposing his balls. She nuzzled the soft skin, denuded of hair. She took hold of the sac with one hand and held it with a tight enough grip to position his balls however she wanted but without hurting him.

  With slow laps, she tormented him, first on one ball, sucking it into her mouth using firm tugs, laving it with her tongue before moving to the other, showing it the same attention before releasing them and turning her attention to his dick. Starting from the base, she traced the thick vein on the underside of his cock from root to tip over and over again.

  “Fuuuck.” The word seemed dragged out from the depths of his soul.

  She grinned and continued her work, changing things by swirling her tongue over his crown, moving her hand up, following the trail she made and then licking the precum. She repeated this, switching her actions to the sides and the top of his penis before taking him into her mouth. She planted her hands on his thighs, using him for balance. He buried his hands in her hair, guiding her movements. Every sound he made told her whether he liked what she was doing or not. She bobbed her head up and down, never using the same rhythm, fast or slow, lightly scraping him with her teeth, soothing away any hurt with her tongue. She lost herself in pleasing him, her own arousal a heavy thud in her body that moved in time with her heart but didn’t overwhelm her.

  “Enough. God, please. I can’t take much more, honey.” Alexi tugged on her tresses, not too hard but enough to get her attention.

  She released him with a soft pop and grinned up at him.

  “I better get on that bed before I lose all control, scoop you up, bend you over the bed, and fuck you until you scream my name.” He moved away from her, opened a condom packet, rolled one onto his
cock, climbed on the bed, and lay down, hands gripping the bed spokes.

  She wiped the excess saliva and stood up, stripped, toed off her sandals, and joined him but didn’t buckle up the cuffs. “I appreciate the gesture and maybe later, but I want you to hold me while we make love.”

  She threw a leg over his thighs and positioned herself above his cock. With one hand, she placed him at her dripping entrance, and she planted the other on his chest for balance. Without taking her gaze off him, she lowered herself on his cock. Pressure built inside her as her body adjusted to his shaft once more. Anticipation urged her to move faster. Instead, she went slow, savoring this moment. Up, down, rotating her hips so that his penis rubbed against all the right places, increasing her pleasure. With both hands on his chest, she rode him, setting the pace. He gripped her hips, pushing his hips up, meeting her downward thrusts. She bent over him, and he lifted his head; their lips met in a tangle of passion.

  “God, Alexi, yes, more,” she moaned. She increased her speed, and he followed her. Their grunts, the slap of sweat-misted skin against each other, and the dull hum of the air conditioner filled the air.

  “Fuck, Ti, yes,” he grunted.

  She tightened her vaginal walls around his invasion, pulling him farther inside her, keeping him longer, not wanting the moment to end. “So good. Harder, Alexi. Fuck me harder.”

  She moved her hand to between her thighs to stroke and circle her clit, adding to her delight. A wildfire built inside her, burning through her limbs, circling around her torso and filling her head. His grip strengthened. He slammed into her pussy, driving her closer to orgasm. Pressure increased until like an elastic band, it snapped. She came, body shaking, time stilling, and his name a litany that rolled off her tongue.

  “Tianna! Shit!” His cock flexed inside her as he followed her down. Her strength gave way. She lay down on his chest. Her juices slipped down her thighs, and her muscles jumped and twitched in the aftermath. Alexi kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight to him.