Witchy Woes Book 2: Candace

by Michelle Hasker

  "Your breasts are like succulent melons, your nipples like ripe strawberries, and your lips like the sweetest candy."

  "Are you trying to get me in your bed, or in your pantry?” Candace giggled.

  While she laughed at him, she was secretly pleased he compared her to food. As a chef and the owner of this bakery, food was his life. It was really sexy that he would compare her to sweet candy, juicy melons and strawberries. If he knew how wet and horny she was he might add a few other descriptive foods to the list.

  "Sorry if that was too corny for you."

  "No. Not at all.” Candace shook her head.

  "Good, because I could eat you up."

  Images of him with his head buried between her legs as he ate her out like there was no tomorrow swept through her. Candace whimpered and tightened her hold on him. If she begged maybe he'd do it.

  "Do you like the thought of me eating you?"

  Candace met his knowing gaze and nodded, unable to vocalize how much she wanted him to do that.

  "Sit up here on the ledge and spread your legs then. I'd be more than willing to satisfy you."

  "Oh, God.” Candace shivered, but climbed off his lap and turned around.

  As soon as her bottom hit the ledge, Brody pressed his hands against her thighs and widened her stance.

  Oh. My. God. Liquid desire pooled between her legs as he drew closer and closer. If he didn't just do it, she'd scream with frustration.

  Brody lowered his head and nudged her thighs further apart. Candace leaned back on her arms, trying to keep herself wide open for him.

  He pulled on her underwear, and Candace blushed realizing she'd gotten so wrapped up in the prospect of oral pleasure that she'd forgotten she was partially clothed. She helped Brody tug off the wet garment, and then reclined on her elbows again as she stared into his eyes. A cloud moved over the moon, throwing everything into darkness. When Brody's thumbs brushed against her wet folds, she jumped, and then relaxed, keeping her legs spread for him.

  Brody brushed his nose against her, inhaling deep. “Mmm. You smell so good. Heady. Intoxicating."

  She gasped and moaned as he slipped his fingers along her slit and rubbed his thumb on her clit.

  "So good I don't even know where to start."

  "Gods, Brody. Do you plan to torture me all night or—Ahh!” Her complaint ended in a long, loud moan as he pressed his mouth to her clit and kissed her.

  He rubbed his lips back and forth, his eyes closed so she couldn't even see his expression in the dim lighting.

  Legs quivering, she tilted her head back and reveled in the sensation of Brody's mouth on her. He claimed to have wanted her for months. Well, she'd wanted him from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him. Not only was he the cutest guy she knew, but he was always so nice and polite, yet under it all she sensed an alpha. With a smirk, she remembered their argument from earlier. Yeah she'd gotten on his nerves, but now she knew what had been bothering him was the same thing bothering her. Sexual tension.

  His tongue dragged over her slowly, and she moaned, focusing on the long, slow swipes of his tongue over her wet sex. Brody had a magic tongue, and his skillful fingers added to the mix were enough to bring her close to her first orgasm. At least she hoped there would be more than one.

  "Ambrosia,” he whispered against her clit, the deep rumbling sending shivers through her. “You taste like sweet ambrosia. I could do this all night long."

  Squeezing her eyes tight, Candace fought another moan. It had been so long, and he was so damned good at this. She didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. But then he slipped a long, lean finger in her sheath and a rush of fluids coated his digit and ran down the crack of her ass.

  "Like that, do you?” The satisfaction in his voice only served to make her wetter.

  "Mmm.” God, I have it bad. His pleasure is my pleasure. And God, does he know how to give good oral sex.

  Brody moved his finger around, slowly. He was looking for her G-spot. Even though she knew what he was doing, and wished he'd keep doing it, she couldn't prevent the loud moan that escaped as he brushed against the spot. He repeated the action over and over until she squirmed against him.

  "Hot. So damn hot. I wanna sink my dick into you and fuck you so hard you see stars."

  His words, so crude and unlike his usual gentle flirting manner were a shock. But an exciting one. Her inner muscles tightened around him.

  "Do you like it when I talk dirty?” Brody asked.

  "Mmm.” Candace thrust her hips against his hand as he added another finger to the first.

  "You're tight, Candace. How long has it been since a man sank his dick in your velvety warmth?"

  Did he really expect an answer?

  Before she could even begin to formulate an answer, Brody twisted his fingers and pressed on her G-spot as he teased her clit with his tongue.

  "Brody!” Candace cried out as stars exploded behind eyelids she didn't even remember closing. Her muscles milked his fingers as tremors racked her body.

  "Yeah, Baby. Just like that.” Brody slid his tongue over her, lapping at her cum. “Mmm. So sweet, so good."

  "Stop, Brody.” It was supposed to be a plea, but came out sounding like a sigh.

  "Somehow, I doubt you mean that.” Brody ran his tongue around her clit, then drew it into his mouth, sucking on it. She felt him chuckle against her when she cried out and arched against him, pressing into his mouth. He was so good she was already on the brink again.

  "Brody, wait. You're going to reduce me to a puddle of goo if you keep this up.” Even as she said it, another wave of sensation washed over her.

  Brody massaged her pussy with his hands as he licked and nibbled at her sensitized flesh. He made small sounds of pleasure as he worked her body like an expert. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the women he'd developed this particular skill on even as she tried to tell herself she was the one benefiting from the practice.

  He worked her with his skillful tongue and fingers, bringing her body back up to a fever pitch in no time. Candace writhed under him, trying to find relief.

  "Damn it, Brody.” She fisted her fingers even tighter in his hair. Candace lifted her hips, thrusting into his mouth. A fleeting thought of how grateful she was that he had a padded ledge was quickly replaced with a gasp and a moan. Shivers raced up her body, and every muscle tightened. “Are you trying to kill me?"

  "Even better, Baby. I've fantasized about this for months. I'm not stopping until you are completely sated."

  "Sated and breathing, or sated and gone to heaven."

  "Maybe a little of both."

  Candace grinned and shook her head. “I can't wait to give you a taste of your own medicine."

  Brody paused and looked up at her.

  "That's right, Brody Hollinger. I'm going to suck on you until you come, and I won't stop. I'll keep going and going until you plead for mercy."

  His eyes focused on her face, and his expression turned evil as he slipped two fingers in her core. “Is that right?"

  "Yes.” Candace gasped and moaned as he pumped her with his digits and lowered his mouth to her pussy again.

  "We'll just see what kind of condition you're in when I'm finished with you."

  Her sarcastic response was cut off when he lowered his mouth to her again and ravished her. Candace screamed, and arched her back, fingers clutching onto the slippery ledge. Spasms shook through her body while Brody sent her into a spiraling orgasm that left her weak, breathless, and clinging to the edge of the hot tub.

  "Damn.” It was all she could say. With the wonderful tingling still running through her, Candace lay back on the ledge and tried to catch her breath.

  Brody tugged her spineless body onto his lap, and held her close. He caressed her back, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as his erection pressed into her side.

  Had she ever been with a more considerate and caring lover? One who was both sweet and sensitive and knew exactly what to say
and do to make her fall apart not once, not twice, but—hell, how many times had she come?

  Candace looked up into his eyes and melted at the tenderness in the gaze. She'd expected cocky triumph at his skillful manipulation of her body. Instead he looked at her with heat and longing and something else. Something she didn't want to decipher at the moment.

  "How are you feeling? Are you ready for more?"

  She couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up inside of her and escaped. “Are you serious?"

  "Yes.” He brushed his lips against her neck. “Very serious. I want you, Candace. I want you here. Now. In every conceivable way. Those possible and some that might not be."

  "Brody.” Candace sighed and stared into his deep hypnotic eyes.

  "Yes, Baby?"

  "Um.” Breathless, she could only look at him, all thought of what she'd been about to say had fled when he'd spoken in that low husky voice.

  "I'm going to make love to you, now."

  Hot damn!

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  Chapter 3

  Brody watched her eyes focus on him and held his breath. She was so beautiful. And the way she responded to even a simple touch from him made him hard. Too damn hard. He needed her. Especially after listening to all the sweet sounds coming from her when he pleasured her.

  "Okay.” Her voice was a whisper, but he'd heard it, and his dick jumped in response.

  "Here or in my bedroom? After all, I did say I wanted to fulfill your fantasy. Unless you tell me what it is, I won't know if I've satisfied it or not."

  "Oh you've satisfied me.” She gasped and flushed. “I mean—"

  "That was my goal. And don't be embarrassed. I love how responsive you are to me."

  Candace blushed a pretty shade of rose as he studied her. With her cute little nose and full lips, it took a while to notice her eyes were hazel. Not blue, not green, a mix of both with what looked like gold added in. They made him think of a cat's eyes.

  Not ever being lucky enough to hold her gaze for long, he'd never noticed before. She always looked away from him quickly. Now he knew why. Desire. It wrapped around both of them, and since they'd both been shy and unsure of the other's reception, they'd tried to hide their feelings.

  "My fantasy is to make love to you in the hot tub."

  Brody grinned and grabbed onto her hips as she straddled him. She reached between them and stroked his aching member as she talked. Before he could protest—as if he'd even considered it—she slipped him out of his swim trunks and held him in her tight fist.

  "Mmm. I didn't imagine you'd be this thick. Or long. Or hard.” She finished on a whisper and leaned close, stroking his hard length. “You feel so good, Brody."

  "I'll feel even better inside you, Baby."

  "I bet you will,” she whispered. “Let's find out."

  Candace rose and guided him to her opening. Slow but steady, she lowered herself on him. Brody bit his lip as he slipped between her folds. The deeper she took him, the better it felt, until she'd taken all of him. With a moan, she arched her back and tilted her head to the sky.

  It took every bit of his strength to sit still, when he'd really rather be thrusting deep and hard inside her, listening to more of her sexy noises as she squeezed his cock with her velvety sheath.

  Slowly, she rose over him, sliding him out partway, then she sat down, sucking him back in. Over and over she repeated the tormenting motion until he was the one moaning.

  A wicked grin covered her face as she slid her hands over his chest. “I see that the real thing puts the fantasy to shame."

  His balls tightened with her confession. “Baby, you're killing me here."

  The innocent look she feigned wouldn't have fooled anyone. Instead of denying what she was doing, she increased her pace, riding him harder and faster.

  "Yes,” he hissed, cupping her breasts and kneading them as she bounced on him. Bending down, he took one stiff peak in his mouth and sucked on it, teasing the nipple with his teeth and tongue before kissing his way across her chest to her other breast.

  "Yes.” She echoed him as she buried her fingers in his hair. Her light brown hair bounced, brushing against the tops of her breasts as she moved on him, harder and faster.

  Unable to control himself, Brody grabbed her hips and lifted her up, slamming her down on him as he thrust up into her. She tightened around him, and he couldn't hold back. With a shout, he came hard and long, shaking from the force of his orgasm. If she hadn't screamed, he wouldn't have noticed she'd climaxed, too.

  Closing his eyes, he rested his head on her shoulder as she dropped her head on his. Panting heavy, he wondered if he had the strength to get out of the hot tub. Then it dawned on him. No protection. He jerked back with a gasp.

  "Shit! I'm sorry, Candace."

  "Sorry?” She pulled away from him, an arctic glare on her now hard face. She tried to climb off of him, but he wrapped his arms around her and refused to let go. “What are you sorry for? If you say this was a mistake—"

  "Oh, God, no. That's not what I meant. I forgot to use protection. I'm so sorry. I've never forgot before."

  She stopped struggling and heaved a sigh. Of relief?

  "I thought you were apologizing for giving me the best sex of my life. I was about to kick your ass."

  "You aren't upset?” He leaned back and looked into her eyes. He couldn't decipher her emotion, but it didn't seem full of animosity.

  "About the lack of protection? No.” She paused, then added, “Well, yeah. But it's my fault too. I took you into me without thinking about protection. It's not your fault, Brody."

  "Yes, it is. I'm not going to let you blame yourself. I am clean. I was tested after I ended my last relationship."

  "I'm clean, too. And on the pill. So there's a very small chance of pregnancy anyway."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah.” She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “So I guess you panicked for nothing."

  Before he could respond, she moved on him, teasing his dick which had begun to harden again. “Damn, woman. You're insatiable."

  Candace froze and looked into his eyes. “I've had quite a few fantasies about you, Brody Hollinger. I'll be damned if once will be enough with you. No, I want the rest of tonight, too. And you're going to give it to me, aren't you?” Her grin was his undoing.

  "I was hoping you'd say that."

  Candace laughed and shook her head.

  "Should we continue this in my bedroom?"

  * * * *

  "Mmm. Most definitely.” She climbed off of him, missing the feel of him as soon as he slipped out.

  Candace climbed out of the tub, picked up one of the two towels he must have brought with him, and wrapped it around herself. When she bent over to pick up her clothes, she heard him get out of the tub.

  Nervous for some strange reason, she fidgeted with her clothes and tried not to look at him as he reached for the towel.

  "Candace?"

  "Hmm?” she asked, looking up. Her eyes went to his crotch first. Disappointment filled her as she studied his swim trunks.

  "Are you sure?"

  Snickering, she looked up into his serious gaze and bit her lip. “Yes. I'm sure.” While she hoped he wouldn't think of her as a slut, she couldn't help but show how eager she was for more one-on-one action.

  "I don't want you to regret this."

  "I'm sure you'll see to it that I won't.” She nodded toward the door and waggled her eyebrows. “Take me to your bedroom so I can play with your leader."

  Brody laughed and wrapped his arm around her. He pulled her close and kissed her gently, but released her too soon. She frowned, but he tapped her on the nose and winked. “In a bed this time, Sweetheart."

  She melted. Was it his tone? She needed more of him, hungered for him in a way that was almost desperate. Once hadn't been enough. Twice might not be enough.

  * * * *

  Brody held onto Candace's hand as he led her to his bedroom. He was
scared she'd change her mind. Part of him wanted to hold onto her tight. The other part wanted him to let her go. He'd been burned once and had no inclination to have it happen again.

  As they grew closer to his room, the scent of her filled his senses and blotted out the warnings his mind wanted him to remember.

  Once they were inside, he shut the door and led her over to the bed. Dropping his towel, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until they were both breathless.

  They stood there like that for a few minutes. Neither saying a word or moving, both holding the other tight.

  Brody backed Candace into the bed, but as she sat on it, she gasped and protested.

  "No! I'm all wet. We'll ruin the sheets."

  "They're one hundred percent cotton and washable. There are no chemicals in the hot tub, nothing that will ruin these sheets."

  "But—"

  "Would you prefer the floor? Or up against the wall? I want you again, Sweetheart, and I'm not going to wait for your hair to dry."

  "When you put it like that...” Candace dropped down onto the bed.

  Brody turned on the bedside lamp and looked down at her. She grinned and winked at him as she released her towel. It fell on the bed, exposing every delectable inch of her. As if she knew how much she was affecting him, Candace leaned back on her elbows and licked her lips.

  "I want to taste that."

  "Taste what?” It was out before he could stop it. Her gentle laughter made his cheeks burn. She wrecked havoc with his mind. He didn't know what it would take to get her out of his system. Or even if he could.

  "That package you're hiding in your bathing suit."

  There it was again, that devilish grin followed by another swipe of her tongue over her lips.

  "Keep that up and I'll come in my swimming trunks,” he teased as he worked on the cord holding his suit up. He'd lost weight the past few weeks and hadn't taken the time to get new clothes yet.

  "I'd much rather you came in my mouth."

  He shivered and wondered how he got so lucky. Women like Candace were rare. Self-confidence and no fear of her sexuality were just two of the qualities he loved about her. Loved? Brody shivered and pushed that thought aside.