THE COLLECTOR 1 - Magical Chances

by Mechele Armstrong

  But he leapt from the hot tub in one quick jump.

  Her eyes wrinkled before she comprehended. “Oh.” He meant inside the cabin, not inside her. So she was eager, he wouldn’t care. He’d never minded that side of her. In fact, he’d encouraged it to come out more often.

  He winked at her, realizing where her thoughts had gone. “That, too. Inside.”

  “It’s a beautiful day outside, you know?” She shot him a look, which he regarded impassively. He had his mind made up they were going inside. Sighing in resignation, she moved to get out of the tub.

  She yelped slightly as he slung her over his shoulder without so much as a warning. Her head hung halfway down his back. “What are you doing?” Her eyes took in the dime-sized freckle that rested part way down his spine. She’d always liked to kiss that thing on her way down to his ass. It was like a point on a roadmap.

  “Going inside. Like I told you.”

  Dangling her arms down, she smacked him on his bare ass. That stopped him for a second, before he pushed open the back door to the cabin. “You’re going to pay for that one, missy.” Amusement laced his voice.

  “I was hoping so.” She smacked him again lightly with a grin. Served him right to put her up there like he was some Neanderthal. Yes, this was how things had been when they’d been good between her and Drake. They’d been playful, loving to tease and seduce. She’d missed that part of their relationship most of all.

  Inside the house, he plopped her down, standing her on bare feet on the living room floor. She dug her toes into the soft squishy carpet.

  “I can’t believe you spanked me.” A lazy grin tugged the corners of his mouth up, compromising the stern tone he used.

  “It seemed like a good thing to do at the time.” She waggled her brows at him. “You can return the favor later.”

  “Minx.” He sidled closer to her.

  “You know it ...” She didn’t finish because his lips claimed her mouth savagely, taking her into a kiss that was a branding. His tongue explored her, dipping in to sway against hers, probing in and out.

  Her body burned with wants and needs. Her pussy pulsed in time with her heart. Damn, she’d had him the day before. But her desire hadn’t ebbed in the slightest. In fact, she wanted him more than ever.

  She stroked at his broad shoulders, loving the feel of them. His muscles flexed and stretched under her fingertips. She loved the play. Her nose tickled with chlorine and some type of spicy aftershave, which somehow he made work for him. His skin would taste of salt and chlorine, too. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him. She’d kiss him everywhere.

  One of his hands came up to caress the nape of her neck, sliding in up under her mass of hair to the skin underneath, stroking gently before moving to her shoulder to slide one strap of her bathing suit down. All the fine hairs on her skin prickled up and a shudder shook her as she anticipated his next move. His mouth moved from hers to her neck, trailing down to follow the strap as it moved further down her arm. He nipped her collarbone as his other hand pulled down the second strap. His tongue traced a path where the straps had come down.

  The top gaped away from her breasts as the straps went completely down her arms to her elbows. “You have such beautiful breasts.” He skimmed kisses over their tops. The feel of his tongue was soft, yet a little raspy as it slid over the sensitized skin.

  “Hrmph.” Not the intelligible noise she’d intended. She urged his mouth lower by shifting her body, and with her hands. And apparently he could read minds. Because not only did his hands slide down the top, freeing her from any bindings, his mouth eagerly drew in a nipple, sucking it into fiery wet depths. Her neck arched back. Moisture slickened her willing pussy. His tongue circled the nipple, going outwards in ever-increasing circular swipes.

  When he reached her other nipple, her whole body melted into a gooey puddle. Only his hands strategically placed on her ass kept her from sinking to the floor. As it was, she put more weight onto him. He knew her so well, knew how much she liked this and couldn’t handle standing whenever he did it.

  Releasing her nipple, he looked up into her face. His eyes glowed like sapphires, blazing out a passion that captured her in its wake. “Like, sweetheart?” He nipped the side of her breast. Then laved his tongue across to sooth the skin he’d teased.

  “Yes. Yes, I like.” She swallowed, trying to slow down her breathing. Her eyes surveyed the room, looking for the perfect place to continue this. A green easy chair rested by the fireplace and a set of windows. Yes, that would do nicely.

  He’d promised her on top, and she was taking advantage of the promise.

  She pushed at his head, getting lost from her goal as her fingers touched his hair. So thick and silky, it slid softly through her fingers. She ruffled it before guiding him to the chair.

  “What are we doing?” She put one finger on his chest and pushed again. The back of his knees reached the chair’s front.

  “Sit down.”

  “Got plans for me, do you?”

  She licked her lips. “Oh, yeah.” She let the suit slip down the rest of her body, making her as naked as he was. His eyes seemed to drink her in.

  He sat down, spreading his legs apart. His cock stood out at attention between his muscular thighs.

  Yum.

  She ran a hand down his chest, playing with the crisp hairs before circling his flat nipple. It was only a shade darker than his brown skin. Her fingernail flicked it. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to bring around a jump from Drake.

  “Hey, now.”

  “Hush, you big baby.” She leaned in and fastened her mouth on his nipple, swirling her tongue over before sucking. He leaned back more in the chair. It made a creak. Surely the chair was strong enough to hold them both. She didn’t want a repeat of the table. This chair was just old and noisy. The latter was what she was going to make Drake.

  His hand came up to cup her breast, gently squeezing. She slightly rocked back. “Ah, ah. None of that.”

  “I don’t get to touch you?” His lips fanned out into a mock pout. She ran her fingers over them. When she withdrew her fingers, he moved his jaw back and forth, probably because of the tickle.

  “Later.” There’d be many rounds of getting reacquainted. “But for now, it’s my turn. Don’t make me tie you up.”

  He chuckled from deep in his chest. The sound rumbled out. “Later, I’m going to tie you up.”

  Shivers radiated out from the inside. God, she loved that. It had been too damn long. The bed here was perfect for it. And no one did it like Drake.

  She leaned down to treat his other nipple to the fun fest the first had had. Racing her tongue back and forth across it, she caressed his neck and shoulders with her hand. Slowly, she kissed downwards, planting big wet kisses down his six-pack abs. “You still work out.” He’d stayed fit for being on stage and in front of the camera.

  He shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

  She tickled along his belly button, before sliding her body lower, her head level with his cock. It twitched before her eyes. A little bit of pre-come rested in the tip. She clutched his cock in one hand, drawing it out, swirling her pointer finger in the wetness. She lifted her hand as his cock rose with it. Stroking her thumb slowly down the velvety skin, she wrapped her hand around it again. He caught his breath.

  Leaning forward, she dabbled her tongue on its tip. While it was still wet, she blew softly onto his cock. His body broke out into goosebumps, the hairs rising. He splayed out his thighs a bit more.

  Lowering her head, she sucked in slightly, enveloping his tip. She blew softly again. His breathing hitched, and his hands clutched at the sides of his chair.

  This time she took him in partway down his length, laving her tongue around the bottom. She pulled back to blow softly.

  “God. What are you doing?”

  Her lips pulled back into a grin. “Giving you a blow job.”

  He groaned deep in his throat at her joke. And she went down,
taking all of him into her mouth at once. His hips bucked slightly. Slowly, up and down his length she went from top to bottom and up again. She treated his cock like it was a candy cane at Christmas, slowly suckling. Only he didn’t get any smaller like the candy would, only harder.

  Opening her mouth as far as she could to take him in, she heard his rough swallow as she went down to the base. Her hand reached under his bottom to fondle his balls. His hips jerked up in the air. Another groan escaped his lips. She quickened her pace, up and down, up and down. Coming up to the tip, she swirled around it while suctioning.

  Raising her head, she looked down at his cock. He was stretched out completely, swollen. Turned on. She moved her tongue around the outside of her lips, tasting a little bit of salty aftertaste from the pre-come that had smeared there.

  The man who sat before her spread out in the chair, taking up all the room. His tanned skin and dark hair contrasted with his green eyes. Damn, what a man. Her man. Biting her lip, she let out a sigh. She’d never felt about anyone the way she did about him and in the time they’d been apart, had developed doubts she ever would. No man made her feel like he did when he touched her. It wasn’t even worth trying. It was like they were made for each other.

  She pushed herself up so she was above him.

  His eyes followed her movement. His voice sounded deep and throaty, rumbling in his throat. “You on top, huh?”

  “You know it.”

  His eyes suddenly shot open, his body tensing. “Condom. Shit.” He pulled as far away from her as he could get.

  She patted his shoulder, fingers stroking over the smooth skin. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

  He relaxed a smidgeon, but stayed flexed, ready to move. “If you’re wondering, I’m clean.”

  “Me, too.” Only two others since Drake, both in the first year, and there had been protection used. Oddly enough, she trusted his comment on this issue. If he said he was clean, that was enough for her. He was a fanatic enough about his health to be sure he was clean.

  He put one hand on either side of her hips and helped to lower her down around him. He’d conceded the top position to her, not something he did often. His eyes rolled back in his head as her pussy slowly sucked him in, stretching to accommodate him. Yes, that first moment always set her on fire as her thick wetness engulfed his head.

  He relaxed the rest of the way as she moved further down on him, taking more of him into her pussy. Lifting her hips up, she began a rhythm of up and down, up and down much like she’d done with her mouth earlier.

  He clutched at her hips with tightening fingers. Each pass down onto his thick length pushed him more into her and made nerve endings she didn’t even know she had fire off. Her walls tightened around him on the descent. This time she made them further indent around him.

  “Ohhhhhhh.” The eyes rolled back again. His hips pushed against her.

  So he liked that. He’d tortured her enough with things she liked.

  He wanted to speed up the pace. But she was in control. She bit her lip, liking the motion and mastery she had.

  She rose up higher, coming back down fast and doing the same move, clenching her pussy even more around him

  “Ohhhhh boy.” He managed to strangle out the words past a growl, but only barely.

  He lifted his hands from her hips as if remembering they were there, and lifted them up to palm her breasts.

  “Drake,” she warned. This was her turn, and she planned on taking it. Her back arched, pushing her more into his questing hands. So it was good. Didn’t mean she was ready to give up control.

  “Come on. Let me.” His hands stoked with the delicacy and finesse they’d always had.

  Zing. After cupping her breasts and kneading the mounds, he squeezed her nipples between both thumb and forefinger on each hand.

  “Ohhhhh.” She couldn’t stop the moan from passing through her lips.

  “Oh, yeah.” He sounded pleased, but it wasn’t something she could dwell on. Not with hands there and his cock up there.

  She went down on a stroke, grinding into him, tightening her muscles around him as much as she could. Take that.

  He rewarded her with a lengthy growl, his fingertips tightening around her buds until it merged pleasure with pain.

  His hips jerked up, as he tried to plant himself as far into her as he could get. She couldn’t get him close enough, rocking against him, getting him as deep as he would go. His whole body broke out into a sweat and shuddered. One shout of her name, and he came, pumping his seed up into her as she came around him. His orgasm she’d seen coming. Hers was a shock. She’d been close for a while, but hadn’t expected to go over the edge. Her pussy milked him for each little drop, taking it all in. Her thigh muscles quivered.

  She came down to rest on top of him. Her pants slowly began to resemble normal breathing again. But her heart pounded like a racehorse on the track.

  It had never been better between her and Drake. And as good as it had been in the past, that was scary. Protecting her heart wouldn’t be easy, nor would trusting him. But this was a step in the right direction.

  Chapter Seven

  Drake looked up at the spent woman still spread out on top of him. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, sliding them through the soft, velvety strands. His breathing slowly began to calm down, and he came back to earth after spending some time in the heavens.

  She let out a long soft sigh. She curled up in his lap, against his chest. Shoving his hands under her, he picked her up.

  She opened one eye at him. “What ... are you doing?”

  “Taking this party to the bedroom.” Where he planned to do everything and more to her. They weren’t getting out of the cabin this trip. Maybe next time they’d enjoy the mountains and scenery. The only peaks he’d be climbing were hers.

  She snuggled into his neck. “O.K.” Her lips tickled the side, causing a line of shivers to run down his body like waves.

  Depositing her on the bed, he lunged up beside her to stretch out. “I missed you.” There, he’d said it; it was out. His stroked his hand along her arm. Her skin was so soft and touchable.

  “I missed you, too, Drake.” Her voice was so throaty, deep, and sexy, saying the words he’d wanted to hear.

  “Good.” He moved in to kiss her, slowly and gently, possessing her mouth.

  Her half-lidded eyes regarded him as she took his chin in her hands. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

  He cock sprung up to say it had had enough recovery time. Leaning in, he kissed her again, his tongue dancing against her before he pulled away.

  She watched him, languishing on the bed, while he went to his bag. Opening the zipper, he dug around, moving stuff out of his way. Where were they? He had packed them. Ah ha. He pulled out the magician’s scarves.

  There were two sets. Both of them colored alike, like a banded rainbow. They were extra long for pulling out of a hat. He’d never needed them for that, but they’d worked great to give Chloe a little kink in her sex.

  “I guess you didn’t need those. When you performed.”

  “No. I didn’t. Never used them in my acts.”

  Her eyes grew distant. “You never needed them with me, either.”

  The truth was, he could restrain her with magic. He could do anything to her with magic, from providing a vibrating sensation on her clit without the vibrator to creating the sensation of a thousand tongues licking or hands touching her. “I like using the real thing.” They’d seemed to fit her.

  Her lip quirked up, still wet from his kisses. “One day, you’ll have to show me what magic can do with sex.”

  His breath caught in his throat. “One day?” God, he’d never dreamed she’d accept him enough to talk about him using magic to make love to her. That she hadn’t booted him out yet was about all he’d secretly hoped for if he ever told her.

  “One day.” She propped her head up on her arm to look at him. “Not today. I’m still getting used to the fact you have magic
.”

  “One day, I’ll show you what magic can do. But for today, I’m going to show you what I can do.”

  She shivered, watching him stretch out the scarves. “I can’t wait. For both.” The words warmed him away from any doubts.

  He grinned, wrapping the scarves over and over his hands. He didn’t miss the way her eyes were drawn to the restraints he held or the way they lightened. She’d always loved being tied down while he had his way with her. It had been an accidental discovery when he’d realized how much she’d liked him holding down her arms. Her orgasms always seemed more vivid then. That had led to him trying out scarves, a magical evening even with no real magic being used. “Good. Roll over on your stomach.”

  She swallowed, the sound audible in the quiet room. Flipping over, she put her arms above her head in the right position for him to get started. She must want this as bad as he did.

  His hand stroked up one arm to her hand. Her arm was cotton candy smooth and from experience, her skin tasted sweeter. “Looking for something?”

  “You know it.” A flush ran over her body, before settling in her cheeks, which pinkened up nicely.

  Don’t be embarrassed. He never was. He tied the scarf loosely around one wrist. Looping the other end through the slats, he then secured it to her other wrist. He yanked on the scarf to make sure it was tight before checking her wrists to make sure it wasn’t too tight and biting into her skin. It was loose enough that she could flip over.

  He ran his hands palm side down over her back before making swirls down the sides. She wriggled from his touch. Getting up, he walked away from the bed. His cock was already like a rock and weeping. But damn, he wanted this to last.

  He saw Chloe crane her neck to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t get a good view because of how she was tied. She lowered her head, hunkering down before her hands pulled slightly on the bonds. Freedom was possible, but not her intent by any means. If it was, he’d never tie her up. Her breathing slowed down. She always went into a place all her own when she was restrained, but said it was a good one.