by London Casey
The fire had the shallow contents of the pot bubbling in minutes. Just one more ingredient. She poured in a little fermented rose wine and watched the liquid in the pot still, cooling almost instantly in defiance to the hot coals below. Perfect. She pulled two heavy goblets from her pack, dancing and gyrating a little as she moved around to the small table she’d placed there years ago. This clearing called to magic, it had certainly called to her and she’d set up a permanent spell casting circle. Carefully she set the goblets straight, picked up the vodka bottle she’d already had several gulps from—for courage, not that she’d ever tell anyone in the coven that—and took another sip.
The vodka burned a line straight through to her belly, joining the throbbing sensation from the Halloween magic. Mmmm, if she took just a minute to touch herself, to rub just a little. No. She pulled her fingers away from the edge of her thong. She had to get a grip. The spell was almost complete. She danced back to the cauldron and lifted a dipper from the side. With practiced ease she tilted the pot to the side, and scooped out the pale pink liquid. She frowned. It wasn’t the color she expected. Pink instead of the dark burgundy red the book noted. Unease wriggled in the bottom of her belly, but the vodka soon burned it away.
Three careful steps and she stood back at the table. She poured the brew carefully into the two cups and set the dipper aside. She raised a cup into the air and called out the short spell.
“Wicked lust, free to be,
Silent lover come to me.
I harm none with this need.
So to me you must heed.
Though this be for but one night,
I choose to set my desire a-flight.”
A tiny motion on the edge of the woods caught her eye. She sucked in a breath. The spell was working. A man, tall and muscular, stood outside the circle, still within the edge of the trees. She swallowed hard. She hadn’t really expected it to work. Nothing did, lately.
She brought one of the goblets to her mouth and took a quick gulp. It burned hotter than the vodka, straight down her throat and she sputtered a bit. Glancing up she realized the phantom lover had materialized closer, to the point where she could make out his ruggedly handsome features—a strong jaw, sensual mouth, straight nose and light hazel eyes. A shock of wavy dark hair, brown or black she couldn’t tell in the firelight, fell over one eyebrow, just a bit, and made her want to run her fingers through it. She’d had no idea her imagination was this good.
“Come and have a drink.” She tried to put some command in her voice; who knew how much a fantasy could understand her. Would she have to tell it everything? That dismaying thought brought a waver to her voice—that and the remaining effect of what had to be the potent rose wine. Just how old was that stuff?
She held out the second goblet for her dream lover and took a sneak peak down over his broad shoulders and thick chest. She got as far as the hard ridge in his jeans before her cheeks burned enough to battle some of the heat flowing through her. Spell, vodka, who cared. Her hips were rocking to the music again, and she wanted his hands on her.
Barrett tried to speak but he couldn’t get one word, one syllable out past his lips. The gorgeous woman before him stole his breath. Her eyes were dark and slightly almond shaped, her skin perfect. And there was a lot of skin. Long, light brown hair cascaded onto naked shoulders and full breasts constrained by a tight corset. He took a step forward, and another. She sang some sort of song and lifted a drink to the sky.
What was she doing out here in the woods getting plastered in her…underwear? His heart slammed as her body did a number on him, twisting him up in a way none of the super skinny, jaded New York socialites had in a long time. They were after a step into the spotlight with a successful author; what was this beauty after?
She caught sight of him and her smile nearly knocked him on his ass. Although that might have been the sight of her breasts trying to free themselves from her corset. He’d be happy to help them out. He swallowed and took a few more steps forward. Her voice wavered slightly as she offered him a drink and he spotted the vodka bottle on the table. He bit back a sigh. He should turn around and head the other way. Or keep going straight to the ocean and the cold water there. But her hips swayed with the music from a nearby player and he took the time to notice just how well she wore her thong. Not to mention the stockings. It was the stockings that did it. Long and striped they made it all the way to her mid-thigh to kiss the delicate skin there.
He took the drink from her and tossed back a long gulp.
Liquid fire danced through him. He barely had time to gulp a breath of air before her lips touched his. Lightly, delicately, she stroked his hair and the back of his neck with her hands. His cock twitched, the ache in his groin maddening. He wanted to take her, a complete stranger, and rock her world like there was no tomorrow, and here she was, nibbling his lips without a clue as to what the featherlike kisses were doing to his blood, or his brain.
He took control, pulled her against him and drove the kiss where he wanted it—deep, their tongues tangling. The taste of her mingled with the wicked drink she’d given him, and for a split second he wondered what kind of idiot he was, taking booze from someone he didn’t know. Then she broke off the kiss, but only to whisper in his ear.
“I’m Sarah, not that you need to know that. I only have you for one night.” She giggled, low and sensual. “I want sex. It’s been too long and I want you to take me, kiss me and touch me and pump inside me until we collapse on the ground.”
The words pulled a groan from him, but she wasn’t done.
“I…I’ve never had anyone…I want you to touch my ass.” She laughed again, this time a little nervously and he would have interrupted, would have told her his name, and would have said they could take things slow, but her hands were busy rubbing his cock through the material of his jeans. “I’ve never told anyone that. But you won’t tell, will you?”
She took another big gulp of her drink, draining it.
What the hell. He’d never wanted anyone this much in his life. He’d probably be sorry in the morning. He gulped down the rest of what must have been pure vodka and prayed for strength.
Chapter Two
Unbelievable. Her first spell to work properly, one hundred percent properly, in years and she was blowing it on sex. On the other hand, she was blowing it on what was going to be incredible, heart stopping sex. She could tell by his kisses that he was exactly what she wanted, what she needed and what she’d imagined in a lover for years. Strong, compassionate, a little commanding, and definitely hung.
Sarah bit her lip, trying not to giggle again. Of course it wasn’t like he was real; she didn’t need to act poised or special for him. She’d told him exactly what she’d been fantasizing about for a long time and she didn’t have to worry that he would think she was some kind of a freak, dancing in the woods in her underwear, begging men to touch her. He was there for one thing—her.
She tried to set her goblet on the table but he beat her to it, taking it from her and setting them both on the scarred wooden surface. He turned back to look at her and she wondered if her first orgasm might just come from looking at him and anticipating what he was about to do to her, for her. The fire burned merrily beside them; one half of his face glowed bright with the reflected light, while the other half lay in shadows. His eyes caught and held her gaze. He took the single step that put him close, so close she could see the hunger in his eyes.
He leaned in and kissed her. Like last time he took control, guiding her tongue and lips in a dance that left her breathless. While he kissed her she had one last coherent thought and waved her hand toward the blanket on the table beside them. It rose, unfolded and spread itself over the grass. Another bit of magic that worked. Exhilaration sang through her veins. Her magic was finally behaving.
She shut her eyes and melted against him.
Soft hands caressed her back and stroked down her ribs to hold the naked skin of her hips. She widened her stance,
inviting him to touch her wet pussy. Instead he stroked the skin of her ass and she shivered. She’d told him to touch here there. Did he understand—could he understand what she wanted? She could tell him to stop, right? She’d already given him his commands for the night, but she could change them if she wanted to, couldn’t she?
Slowly he began to knead the soft flesh of her ass. It felt so good, so naughty. A soft breeze flirted with her hair. She was about to have sex in the meadow, the whole thing was naughty. Wicked, almost. Still, she wasn’t her sister, sleeping with just anyone. It wasn’t like he was a stranger.
She’d created him.
Barrett pulled away for just a second and looked around. On the ground behind them lay a large soft blanket. He had no idea where that had come from, but maybe the vodka had him more buzzed than he’d thought. It didn’t matter. The drink rushed through his veins, narrowing his focus to one thing only—pleasuring her. Wordlessly he caught Sarah’s hand and led her to the blanket. He wanted her naked. Her corset needed to come off, now. And the thong. The stockings could stay. They were as kinky as this strange woman.
Of course he was insane to sleep with her. He didn’t know her, she could be crazy and this could be like a single man’s version of Fatal Attraction. But there was no way he was stopping. He had condoms in his wallet and there was something about the night—the moon, the drink—something. He didn’t want to talk about what it all meant; he didn’t even want to speak. He wanted to do everything to her that she’d asked for and a whole lot more.
Desire throbbed through him, he’d never had a woman come right out and tell him what she wanted. The effect was incredible. His cock felt like a length of hard wood in his pants; he had to get naked soon.
He knelt on the blanket and she dropped to her knees beside him. He pulled his shirt over his head, and was about to unbuckle his belt when she pushed his hands aside. Her witchy green eyes blew him away as she looked up at him, her hands busy on his buckle and then the zipper of his jeans. He wondered if her golden brown hair was natural. He’d find out soon enough. Sharp fingernails grazed the sensitive skin on his lower belly and he sucked in a breath.
Damn.
She bent lower and he looked down her back and over the laces of her corset—how the hell was he going to get that off—lower to the exposed curves of her ass. She loosed his jeans and suddenly he was free, his cock pointing directly at her wicked little mouth. He waited, let her take the next step. Slowly, way too slowly, she placed her tongue on his skin and gave him a careful lick.
Agony. Torture. She licked him from top to balls and he moaned and battled with himself against the wild urge to grab her hair and bury himself deep in her throat. A part of him recognized the desperate feeling as not being what she needed, another, more primal part of him shouted at him for not rolling her onto the blanket and screwing her silly. Immediately. Whatever drink she’d given him was burning through him; control might be a very big problem. Still, he waited until she was fully committed, had taken him into her hot, wet mouth and sucked before he touched her, threading his fingers into her hair.
He moaned and began to pump her mouth, slowly rocking deeper and deeper into her. She hummed around him, the vibration rumbling through his cock and balls and almost had his eyes rolling back into his head. Dear God, who was Sarah that she could cause flashes of light to strobe through his brain with the power of her mouth? This was something he definitely wanted to repeat.
She sucked him deep into her throat then mixed things up by pulling away to drag her lips and her teeth over his length again. Good thing he was already on his knees. He pulled her back down on him, enjoying every second as he guided her head and set the pace. His balls tightened. If she didn’t stop soon he’d make a complete fool of himself. He pulled away and pressed lightly on her shoulders.
She grinned up at him, clearly aware of how she’d nearly pushed him over the edge. He stood, and nearly fell as he tried to yank off his shoes and pants. He worked at superhuman speed to get his wallet from his pants and pull out a condom. She gave him a strange look but he skipped any discussion and knelt back down on the blanket and pushed her thighs apart.
He shifted her thong to one side and sucked in a breath at the sight of the tiny, trimmed patch of hair—a perfect honey arrow pointing straight to heaven.
Her fantasy seemed far more detailed than she would have thought her imagination could be. She’d thought they’d get right to it, and tonight, after waiting so long, that would have been fine. But he was taking his time with her, rubbing her clit, her breasts, kissing her until she felt breathless. The heat from the fire barely reached them here on the blanket but she didn’t miss it while his lips brushed against the top of her breast and he took the time to pull her nipples free over the top of her corset.
It had to be the spell, no way could she have imagined the perfect amount of stubble on his cheeks as they rubbed over her sensitive flesh. No way could she have thought to give him a cock that was not only long, and thick, but delicious. He smelled like musk and caramel and she wanted to lick every inch of him. Of course her imagination went a little too far when he pulled out some condoms from a wallet in his pants pocket. She would have rather tasted his cum, felt the wet heat of it. It would have been fantastic if he had come in her mouth, then her pussy. And maybe even elsewhere.
Her thoughts scattered as he rubbed his thumb over her clit and pushed a finger deep inside her. She moaned, and wished she knew his name. Did fantasies have names? She lifted her hips and gasped as he added a second finger to his thrust. Damn, she felt so tight. That big cock she’d dreamed up was going to split her in two.
His lips met hers and he drowned her in another searing kiss while his fingers worked their magic. She spread her legs wider, inviting him deeper. Instead he worked his way down her body, dragging his lips past the silk of her corset until he reached her skin at the bottom of her belly. His breath tickled her and she shivered. Slowly he kissed her hips while one of his clever hands stripped her thong and pulled it down to her knees. She wiggled and then it was free, sliding off one ankle. He followed it, and rolled down one stocking so he could kiss and suckle her thigh and the back of her knee, all the while his free hand explored her sex, alternatively rolling her clit against his fingertips and pushing deep inside her to rub against her elusive g-spot. Only he didn’t seem to find it elusive, he located it every time he pushed deep inside her.
Unable to hold herself back, she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. Pleasure shot through her, and she gasped as the throbbing magic inside her rose to meet his touch. In seconds she cried out and peaked, shuddering against him as she came.
Through the heaving waves of magic and pleasure she felt his weight pushing down on her. He had caught up her legs under her knees and spread her open. His thick cock rubbed against her sex and then he was penetrating her, slowly seating his cock deep within her. Her imagination really had outdone itself; he was big, maybe too big.
He seemed to sense her apprehension and he caught her by the waist and rolled them over, stopping when she lay atop him at the edge of the blanket closes to the fire. She could see him perfectly now. He wasn’t flawless, not completely beautiful. He had a tiny scar on his chin. She leaned down and kissed it, then moved up to suck at his lips.
His tongue tangled with hers, she loved the way it reflected the position of his cock, deep within her heat. She leveraged her weight on her knees and began to rock against him, taking him deeper and deeper and grinned as his eyes went blank with pleasure.
At this angle, the harder she rode him, the more he rubbed at her clit and her g-spot. She made a mental note to thank the goddess for her incredible sense of design. Then all thought disappeared. She could only focus on his kisses, his cock and the sticky, wet fingers he had pressed against her ass. She lifted herself up, he stroked the wetness of where they joined. She rocked down and he pressed against her ass. The sensation blew her mind. She rocked harder. His free had rose
to rub her nipples, still free but pressed tightly against the edge of her corset.
A fierce wave of pleasure coursed through her. Magical power and burning thrusts of ecstasy caught at her, and a small part wondered at the fact that she, who never had enough power to flip a light switch, could have so much energy tonight. Not even the wild orgasm building inside her would drain it.
With a little more pressure his finger pushed into her ass and the orgasm hit. She stiffened, unable to rock against him, but he took up the pace and thrust into her wildly, toppling them both over the edge.
He slipped his finger free and she collapsed against him. For a moment it was all she could do to breathe. Breathe and listen to his racing heart.
Racing heart?
Chapter Three
Words finally tumbled through his brain and made it to his mouth. “My God, Sarah. You are so perfect.” He held her to him and rolled so that they could lay side by side, his cock still buried deep inside her. She looked shocked. Good god, he was shocked. He’d taken her hard, and fast, so much quicker than he’d planned, but she’d been impossible to resist. And he was still wickedly hard. Maybe she’d laced his drink with Viagra.
Barrett kissed her and began to rock his cock inside her, but the condom was too wet. He must have come as hard as he’d imagined. “Just a minute.”
He pulled out and rolled away. There wasn’t much he could do about cleaning up so he pulled off the condom and put is aside and used his shirt to tidy up. A moment later he had a fresh condom on, his dick a thick pole that looked like it hadn’t come in weeks. He turned back to Sarah. She had her hand over her mouth, and he could see the surprised look clearly in her eyes, even though the fire had begun to die down.
Was she having second thoughts? It was a little late for that. He’d had more than a taste of her now. Whoever she was, she wasn’t going to walk out of his life now. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, he’d checked before he’d kissed her the first time. He caught her hands and pulled them away from her face, above her head so he could kiss her mouth.