When Caroline nudged him back against the mattress he raised an eyebrow. “What? You had your turn earlier. Now I want mine,” she said, giving him a wicked smile. Gently she plucked his hand off her breast.
“You can't blame me for taking advantage of the fact that I've finally got you in my bed, Caroline.”
A gleam in her eye, she considered him for a moment before finally saying, “My turn, now.”
“Fair is fair,” he conceded, putting his hands behind his head and lying back. “Have your way with me.”
She leaned in, her wicked grin returning, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Just when he was ready to deepen it, she began to nibble her way down his jaw line. Slowly, she made her way to his ear lobe, nipping and sucking at it until his breathing became shallow.
A fresh wave of goosebumps washed over his skin when her warm breath played against his ear. He groaned when he felt the swirl of her tongue against his neck. “Mm, god that feels good.”
She was single minded in her focus, her mouth roaming over the skin of his neck and shoulder until he was certain he would explode from it. When her tongue swiped over his nipple he couldn't contain the sharp intake of breath. “Caroline,” he moaned.
In response she grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh until he could feel the pre-cum leak onto his belly. Jesus Christ. She was going to kill him at this rate.
By the time she made it down his stomach, he was a twitching mass of nerves. He had to steel himself against each brush of her lips and every swipe of her tongue. Otherwise he'd embarrass himself. He was dangerously close to coming and she hadn't even touched his cock since she'd started to work her way down his body.
Maybe she took pity on him or maybe she realized he was on the edge, but she eventually stopped teasing him. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of her tongue dragging across the head of his dick, though. His hips jerked involuntarily as she wrapped her palm around him, then slowly began to envelop his cock in her mouth.
“Fuck, Caroline,” he moaned. “Please don't fucking stop.”
He tilted his head up to watch her. He was startled to see that she was watching him. Though the feeling of her mouth was driving him wild on its own, the fact that she kept her eyes on him heightened the sensation even more.
He deliberately forced himself to keep his hands tucked behind his head. He wanted nothing more than to control the pace. Or better yet, to fuck her gorgeous mouth, but she seemed so content to be in control that he hated to stop her. Then she reached her hand down, gently tracing her fingers over his sac and then squeezing. “Oh, Christ,” he ground out. “Just like that.”
She groaned around his cock when he finally gave in to the impulse and cupped the back of her head. He gently tangled his fingers in her hair. He could feel every pull of her mouth right down to his toes.
“Enough. Enough,” he groaned eventually, when he felt his balls begin to tighten. “The only place I want to cum is buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Ride me, love.”
Caroline released him from her mouth with a lewd pop. Her gaze hungry, she quickly straddled him. He grabbed hold of her hips and helped guide her down until she was fully sheathed on his throbbing erection.
She was so slick with need that when she raised herself up, he could see her cream coating his cock. He trained his eyes to where their bodies connected, groaning. “Fuck. You've got the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen.”
For long minutes he could do nothing but watch the slow glide of her along his throbbing length. Lost in pleasure, he gripped her hips, urging her on. He could feel the pressure slowly building at the base of his spine. Magnus knew he was going to lose it soon, and he desperately wanted Caroline along for the ride.
When she let out a whimper, he looked up to see her toying with her nipples. “That's it. Pinch them for me,” he moaned when he felt her pussy clench around him. “That's right. Pull at them. Harder. Fuck. Just like that. I can feel you tightening around me.”
She let out a broken cry and moved more quickly against him. “Oh god! I'm going to come!”
Again he felt the unmistakable fluttering of her pussy around him when she pulled on her nipples. “That's right. Let go and come on my cock, Sweetheart,” he murmured, moving one hand to rub his fingers against her clit.
Caroline moaned, her hips losing the rhythm as she shuddered above him, falling to pieces. She leaned forward, bracing her arms on the bed next to him. “Magnus,” she cried out, her pussy clamping down on him viciously.
When her body began to soften like melted wax above him, her arms buckling, he quickly flipped them over. With Caroline now on her back, he propped her legs up against his shoulders. Thrusting into her tight pussy, he felt another gush of moisture ease his way.
Her back arched, she moaned, “Harder.”
With a quick thank you to the heavens, Magnus began to slam into her at a brutal pace. The only sounds in the room were their harsh pants, the slapping of skin against skin, and the light squeaking of the bed beneath them. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked, knowing full well that it was.
“Oh god,” she moaned, fluttering around him once again.
“You dirty girl, are you about to come on my cock again?” he groaned out. When she didn't respond, he added, “Give me one more, love. Let me feel you come for me!”
Seconds later she screamed out something that sounded suspiciously like a yes. The violent clenching of her internal muscles was enough to push him over the edge this time. Groaning her name, he emptied himself inside her. Cumming until there was nothing left.
His muscles weak, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Limp against the bed, he muttered, “Bloody hell. You destroyed me.”
Beside him, she panted furiously. “That wasn't half bad,” she teased, trying to catch her breath
“Sorry. I'm a bit of a cold fish. I tried though,” he joked, still catching his breath.
The sound of her soft laughter in his ear moved something inside him. “If you tried any more, I might literally die, Magnus.”
“Talk about a terrible first date,” he mused, not willing to examine the strange feeling in his chest very closely yet. “I'm sorry, officer. I don't know how else to explain it. I literally fucked her to death.”
“Hell of a way to go,” she answered, her voice relaxed and sleepy. “I've got too much to do though. Especially with the party and everything.”
“Party?” Magnus asked, scratching a hand over his chest.
“She didn't tell you about… that sneaky woman! She probably told me so I would tell you. Lilly is planning an event to celebrate the launch of the new gin drinks and menu additions. She's going to close down the restaurant for a night. Invite food and drink people.”
“Fuck,” Magnus moaned. “I hate those things. I don't schmooze well.”
“It's a first for me, so I'm kind of looking forward to it,” Caroline said, a little defensively.
“Your first party?”
“No. The first time anyone has ever given a shit about what I do at work. It's kind of nice that she wants to show off my drink menu.”
“These parties are nothing but a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.
“Listen to you,” Caroline admonished, poking a finger into his ribs. “You sound like a cranky old man.”
“It's just a bunch of people who don't know what the hell they're talking about pontificating about your life's work. It's no great thrill. I assure you.”
“That sounded a whole lot like, 'Get off my lawn!' to me, Magnus. Just let me enjoy that random strangers will be celebrating my work. It's never happened before.”
His lips twitched as he said, “Any time you've gotten anyone drunk it's been a celebration of your work, love. I get what you mean though. I'll stop complaining.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“Right now I have a hard time being grouchy about anything,” he commented, dropping his mouth down to press against her shoul
der. “I've got a sexy woman in my bed who isn't going anywhere until morning.”
“I'm going to question your judgment on the sexy comment right now. I'm sticky, sweaty and pretty sure my hair is a hot mess.”
Magnus scrutinized her and said, “You might consider a comb.”
“Jerk,” she complained, her lips twitching. Reaching out, Caroline pinched him in the arm.
“I am a little sweaty now that you mention it. Would you care to accompany me into the shower? No funny business until I get the safety nets installed,” he promised. “Too many hard surfaces.”
“I appreciate it,” she answered dryly. “I definitely wouldn't turn down a shower, though.”
“Then, come along,” he said, rolling to the edge of the bed with a groan. He watched as she followed suit, standing up and stretching her arms over her head with a pleased sigh.
“I think I'm going to have some sore muscles tomorrow.”
“I'm sorry. Did you say something? I got a bit distracted when you started stretching. Christ you're lovely,” he admitted, a wide grin on his face.
She rolled her eyes and smiled indulgently at him.
Ordinarily he would have let it go, but there was something about Caroline's expression that made him take pause. “Don't do that,” he chided softly. “It insults us both. Do I really strike you as the type of man that would bother with platitudes?”
She blinked at him, confusion in her eyes.
Magnus circled the bed and stood in front of her. Tipping her chin up, he forced her to look at him. “I don't know what sort of self-deprecating crap is rolling around in that head of yours, but it has no place here, love. Not when I've had you twice tonight and I already want you again.”
Some unknown emotion flitted across her face, but before he had a chance to decipher it, she pulled his mouth down to hers. Her fingers slid into his hair as she swept her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him until he felt light headed from it and then tore her mouth away from his. “Fuck. Magnus, I need you again.”
Magnus groaned and agreed, “Again,” as he steered her back toward the bed. He had no idea where this overwhelming need had come from. He just knew that it wouldn't be sated any time soon.
Chapter Eight
Caroline smoothed back an escaped wisp of hair from her otherwise sleek ponytail and cursed. Digging through her bag, she fished a bobby pin out, then pinned it back. She gave herself another once-over with the visor mirror then exhaled deeply. It was now or never.
Caroline would have gladly worked doubles for ten days straight to avoid this afternoon. In fact, had it not been her grandmother's birthday she would have happily used work as an excuse. That would have been a cowardly way to handle it though. She would just have to grin and bear the 'afternoon tea' party that her mother had planned.
She slid out of the car and made her way up the walk, straightening the hem of her teal dress. With the nude colored belt around the waist, the matching shoes, and bag, it was sophisticated without being showy. She didn't normally consider herself fashionable. In fact, she hated to shop. She'd been particularly proud of this purchase though.
Her hand poised on the doorknob, Caroline jumped when the front door was suddenly pulled open. She had her hand pressed to her heart, ready to laugh when a man in a dark suit said, “Welcome, Miss. Right this way.”
“Um. I know the way. Thanks, though,” she said, waving him off. Had her mother seriously hired a butler for the party? She couldn't wait to see the look on her grandmother's face when she saw all this nonsense.
“Caroline,” her mother cooed. “So glad you could finally make it. Your grandmother is asking about you.”
Caroline automatically apologized, “Sorry, Mom. I hit a little bit of traffic on the way up.”
Her mother gave a dismissive wave of her hand and eyed her dress. “That's not a flattering color on you, dear. Darker colors make you look less fat. Why did I bother taking you to get your colors done if you were going to wear whatever you wanted anyway?”
Before Caroline could muster a response, her mother flounced out the sliding glass door with a huff. She was on the way to go take it out on someone else, no doubt. Caroline couldn't help the equal parts guilt and relief that flooded her. At least the staff was being paid to take it.
Eventually she realized no one else was in the house so she wandered out into the back yard, her eyes widening the over the top decorations. Her mother had even had a small white tent set up. Caroline saw a server ducking out of the tent and making her way through the side yard. Were they not even allowed in the house?
There were several tables draped in white linen tablecloths. Lace doilies for as far as the eye could see. Fresh cut flowers on each table. A small string quartet played off to the side. Her mother had really gone all out for this.
Caroline continued to scan the yard until she finally saw her grandmother under the awning, fanning herself and drinking some iced tea. “Nana,” she said, her heart warming. If there was one person who truly understood her, it was this woman.
“Caroline, darling,” she said, her face lighting up. “Give me a hug. It's been too long.”
“It has,” she agreed regretfully. When Caroline leaned in she whispered, “She hired a butler?”
Her grandmother let out a hoot and answered, “I've already discussed it with him. We're going to make a break for it at four o'clock whether the festivities have ended or not. You're welcome to come along. He's mine, though. You'll have to get your own!”
Giving her one last squeeze, Caroline giggled and said, “I've actually got that covered, I think.”
Eyebrow arched, her grandmother asked, “Oh really? Please tell me he's better than the last idiot you brought around?”
Caroline flushed. Nana was honest to a fault. Her ex-boyfriend, Lincoln, had been a complete jerk. “A ton better, actually. I think you'll really like him.”
“Why didn't you bring him then? I'm an old woman. I haven't got much time left,” she sighed dramatically, fanning herself and taking another swig of the iced tea.
“Pssh, Nana. You're going to outlive us all. But, um. I didn't bring him along because he doesn't really do the whole 'in the sun' thing.”
Her grandmother blinked incredulously for a moment before she started laughing. “He's Transfigured? Oh my. You'll have to bring him around for dinner one of these evenings if things get more serious. Better yet, let's all go out one evening. We can invite your mother and father along. I'm sure they'll love it.”
Caroline snorted indelicately. “I can picture it now. We can go to that Mexican place and get all you can eat tacos. And a pitcher of margaritas. Then they'd officially be in a waking nightmare. Happy people in a jovial atmosphere, eating ethnic food, drinking tequila along with a Transfigured man who would rather be drinking their utterly disappointing daughter's blood. Mom would have a nervous breakdown.”
Her grandmother made a sound of disgust. “Any life where you don't turn out like her, I consider a rousing success. I still don't know what Jonathan sees in her.”
Waving her hand, Caroline said, “I didn't mean to get all dark on you there, Nana. It's your day. Happy Birthday. Let's talk about something more upbeat.”
“Now I want tacos. We should really do that some evening. We can skip the other part, but we'll go out. You can bring your beau! He likes tacos, right?”
“Beau? Are you dating someone, Caroline? This is the first I'm hearing of it!”
Her grandmother winced in apology.
Caroline turned to see her mother hovering beside them. It was clear that she hadn't heard the blood drinking bit, thankfully. She likely would have gone through the roof immediately. “Yes, Mother. We've only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks though. It's nothing serious.”
“And it will never be anything serious if you keep running around like that, Caroline. Come inside with me before the guests begin to arrive. I might have a girdle that will fit you.”
Her
mother stared pointedly at her stomach until Caroline could feel her face heat up. She opened her mouth to speak but her grandmother cut her off.
“For god's sake, Joan. It's over eighty degrees outside. Let the poor girl breathe. She looks perfectly lovely. Not everyone is a stick insect. Myself included!”
With a roll of her eyes, her mother said, “You indulge her too much, Beverly.”
Caroline took a deep, calming breath and stood up. “Thank you for the support, Nana. I appreciate your offer but I won't be needing your girdle, mother.” Without another word to either of them, she walked toward the sliding glass door. She needed a minute or she was going to lose her mind.
By the time the guests arrived, most of the earlier awkwardness disappeared. She was seated at a table between her grandmother and mother, fanning herself with one of the paper fans her mother designed as party favors. It was the hottest part of the day, and the humidity hung in the air. She tried to ignore the trickle of sweat down her back as her cousin Heather talked about school.
Caroline graduated from the same high school years before so some of the names were familiar. Mr. Marguilles, the phys ed coach, was still a pervert. The Dingmans, a husband and wife team that both taught math, still hadn't mastered the art of using a hairbrush. It was funny how some things didn't change.
At least the food was good, she acknowledged, reaching for another of the prawn finger sandwiches on the tray in the center of the table. She jumped slightly when she felt a smack on her hand. “Mother,” she exclaimed. “Did you seriously just slap my hand away from the food?”
“Someone had to,” her mother huffed in response.
“Joan!” her grandmother gasped. “You stop that!”
Irritable, Caroline said, “That was my second finger sandwich of the afternoon, for the record. Not that it matters, mother, because you're not enjoying yourself unless you're complaining about something I've done.” She shoved her chair back and dropped her napkin on the table.
Leaning over, she gave her grandmother a squeeze. “I've gotta go. I think I've been humiliated just about as much as I can handle this afternoon. I'm sorry, Nana. I'll call you tomorrow, okay,” she murmured.
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