by Jaid Black
Ted held himself completely still, his eyes not moving from hers. Janna could feel her heart suddenly start beating faster, then faster yet. Now she wasn’t embarrassed. She was horny and expectant. How had the mood between changed so quickly from an almost argument to breathless waiting?
Then Janna realized maybe the mood had never changed at all. She’d been waiting to say those words to him ever since she’d been kissed. His smile suddenly flashed at her, charming, warming, seducing. He moved next to her on the couch and very deliberately put his arm around her shoulders.
“Cinnamon is an aphrodisiac. Did you know that? And is it working as claimed?” His lips were very close to hers.
“I didn’t know. But I see you did. I appreciate the effort, but I don’t think you needed to do anything extra for me.” Janna knew she shouldn’t be saying those things but, once again, she couldn’t stop herself. “I’ve been hot for your body ever since I got to have it all over me at the door. Have we talked enough now? I’m easy. Can I have your body all over me again?”
He didn’t answer in words. Then again, they really had talked enough. He moved right into action. Ted didn’t bother to take her dress off. He bent and sucked on her breast through the fabric. Her nipple immediately came to attention and she could feel the sexual tug along with the physical one as he went to work with his tongue and teeth.
She bit back a cry. One of his hands quickly went under her dress and slid immediately past her panties to begin fondling some very wet parts of her body. Janna almost leapt off the couch at his touch.
If it had been Paul, she would have slapped him for jumping the gun at their first meeting. But this was Ted. She felt like she’d already waited far too long for him to bite her just there, to press his finger on her clit just so. Instead of slapping, Janna spread her legs wider, hoping for still more.
Ted wasn’t slow to respond to the invitation. He pulled her dress up. Then he leaned back, moved to kneel between her legs and she watched his lips blow out in a slow, almost soundless, whistle of admiration. She liked seeing the heat in those blue eyes, but she wanted more.
“Put your hands back on me, you tease.” Janna knew the words came out sexy and suggestive, but the two of them both knew it was also an order.
“Maybe. I need to do a few other things first.” He winked at her and then quickly pulled that long black T-shirt of a dress over her head. He paused again to study her.
His eyes looked everywhere, a small smile still on his face. Janna hoped he wasn’t noticing the extra pounds she’d put on from working late nights instead of working out, or the small scar she had on her knee from a long-ago bicycle accident, or…
“Oh yes. I like this,” he whispered. “I like every last inch of your body, Miss O’Neill. And I’m going to like exploring that body of yours tonight, too.”
“Don’t I get to explore too?” she asked.
She was clenching her teeth to keep from sitting up and grabbing at whatever she could find to suck at or fondle. Janna knew she’d never felt like this before. Maybe it was because she’d been so long without anyone; maybe it was because he was so good-looking; maybe…
Naw. Charms and aphrodisiacs didn’t work. Did they?
But it’s a special time. Samhain. Time for the Wheel to begin again. Time to celebrate the dead.
“Ted, you aren’t…you haven’t…” Janna didn’t even know what to ask. She didn’t know where she was getting these thoughts. What was Samhain anyhow? Probably she was so tired she had no ability to think clearly tonight.
Besides she couldn’t think clearly while Ted was taking off his clothes. He looked good in his black T-shirt and jeans, but he looked even better as he got rid of them. Once they were off, Janna couldn’t help it. She reached out to touch the hair on his chest, flexing her fingernails into that chest almost like Hecate might.
She paused when she saw the chain he had around his neck and the amulet on it. A five-pointed star with a circle around it. A pentacle. A pentagram.
“I’m a Wiccan, Janna.” Ted bent over so the cold metal rested between her breasts. Then he deliberately trailed his hot tongue to the same spot. “Wiccans use the pentacle to show Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit. The Magick elements. Don’t fear that, Janna.”
“But…”
“I don’t worship the devil. Is that what you are afraid of, sweetheart?” His mouth fastened on one nipple again. She could feel that lovely, long cock close, very close to entering her.
“No. I don’t fear anything.” Janna could barely say the words.
“I think you’re fibbing, sweetheart. But it’s not Satan-worship you dislike. Or not entirely. You don’t want to know anything about the Old Ways.” He was so maddeningly close! Why did he have to keep talking?
“That’s not fear or dislike. That’s…sensible. Damn it, Ted, are you going to go ahead and fuck me or not?” She could see them locked together in her mind’s eye. She could feel that cock moving inside her. But that was all her imagination. He was still poised, almost but not quite where she needed him to be.
Where he had to be. This minute.
Just as she realized she would fall apart without more, he thrust—hard and urgent and deep—inside her. She heard the near-scream she gave before she lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. Even this wasn't enough. She wanted more of him.
Locked together, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes. The sound of their breathing filled the room. She could only imagine how wild her eyes looked by seeing the ferocity in his. He wasn’t charming right now. Ted was powerful and frightening and quite overwhelming. But she wasn't afraid. She wanted to be overwhelmed.
“You’re being very difficult, love.” He spoke as if he could barely piece the words into a sentence. Maybe he was the one overwhelmed.
“You too.” Her voice sounded as breathless and hoarse as his. She didn't know if she wanted words now. She wanted—
He gave a quick laugh that died away into a groan deep in his throat. Then he buried his face between her breasts once again and began to move. That was what she wanted. Hot. So hot. And hard and slick and wet. Exactly what she wanted. Janna shut her eyes to concentrate on just how good he felt inside her.
What she was experiencing was almost too much. She could almost feel sparks of electricity jolting through her. She felt weightless, dizzy, floating.
Having Ted hard and eager between her thighs was erotic, yes, damned erotic, but also more. She didn’t know, couldn’t figure out what that more was though, when she was so close to a familiar shattering. She felt like the sea was swirling inside her, like the tide pulling away and then smashing back. Soon it would sweep over her completely. Oh God, she wanted it to wash her away. She wanted…
His skilled hand reached out to stroke her clit, gently at first, then more demandingly as he surged inside her again and again. He stiffened as she arched upward. The wail started off thin and desperate and gained in intensity. Finally, finally, finally. Almost. Oh, please. Almost.
Now!
She wasn't sure if the cry was her voice or his, or resonating inside of her head. He groaned as he shuddered within her, one last desperate thrust… It rose as he too shattered, then fell exhausted at her side.
They held each other for a long time afterwards. Janna wasn’t sure what to say even if she had the desire or energy to say it. It felt so comfortable to be there with Ted. Comfortable and exciting both.
Had she thought her climax was going to be a familiar sensation? She’d been wrong. This orgasm had been the most amazing one she could remember. Her body was still going through aftershocks. Besides, Ted was still deep inside her, though he must be completely depleted. He still felt right, resting inside her.
Finally she felt the very last of his erection slipping away and out of her. Janna sighed. Ted made a quiet sound, almost in protest, and then propped her body up against his chest as he made to rise.
“Well then, my Janna-Janis O’Neill, are you
feeling a little less feisty?” He kissed her under her ear.
“I don’t like the name Janis.” Janna found it hard to work herself into an argumentative mood, but she gave the effort a good try. Could she help it if she was secretly thrilled when he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom? Maybe the room wasn't all that romantic but when he tossed her into the bed she realized it was large and comfortable and just right for any activities two people might want to try out. Ted climbed in after her and propped himself up to look at her.
"That was the name your mother gave you." Ted hadn't lost track of the conversation either, while he stretched out one long strand of red hair. "So pretty. The hair and the name."
"How did you know?"
"Some call red the devil's color, you know." Ted twirled a strand around his wrist.
“Some say a lot of ignorant, stupid things,” Janna snapped. “Probably the same people who also say redheads have bad tempers. I’d watch out if I were you.”
“I see I’ll have to work really hard to get all the attitude out of you.” Ted suddenly shifted and put her on top of him. “Then again, I’m getting really turned on by your attitude.”
No other man had ever been turned on by her attitude, but Ted couldn’t be lying. He was getting hard again. Janna shifted against him, trying not to feel him up too obviously. Then again, why not? She could already feel the lightening starting to threaten between them. She needed to have him again.
“How did you know my childhood name?” Janna managed to get out before the thought slipped away entirely.
“I know everything about you, sweetheart.”
Just as he said that, real thunder rolled up and a crack of lightening hit. Janna jumped. Suddenly it began to rain as if every bit of moisture in the clouds was determined to drop all at once. Rain began to pelt hard against the windows. The wind blew hard through the half-opened window.
The lights went out entirely. Even the candles blew out after the last gust of wind.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Ted asked, his voice reassuringly near her. Then his hands were on her, which was both reassuring and thrilling.
“Yes, I’m fine. For God’s sake, don’t stop whatever you had planned on doing!”
Once Janna said that, she heard another condom wrapper open. Then she felt him slide into her again, this time his cock easily finding its way home.
She began tightening around him again even while she fought to remember what they’d been saying. Her brain didn’t work at its analytical best though, when a man was reaching up to play with her breasts and beginning to thrust up harder against her. She squeezed as she found her own rhythm.
In the dark everything seemed more intense, more intimate. She felt freer to do just exactly what she wanted to this lovely, unfamiliar male body. Ted was her own personal sex toy for the night. A remarkably responsive, strong sex toy.
But…how could he know her name? Know everything about her? She’d only heard of him a few hours ago.
Janna didn’t know anything about him really. What she did know shouldn’t be reassuring. He was a Wiccan and proud of it, he had some nutty theory about the Salem witch trials and…oh, yes…he had the biggest, strongest cock she had felt since forever.
Once again her thoughts scattered as she slid herself against him. She couldn’t think right now. Later. Once she got this terrible craving for him satisfied.
“Such a sweet, welcoming pussy,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ve been waiting for that welcome for far too long. Much too long.”
“I want it hard and fast, Ted.” Janna knew her voice had come out desperate and needy, but she couldn’t help it. He was resisting her efforts to pick up the pace. “Hurry.”
“We’ll see. You haven’t really experienced me slow and hard yet.”
She hadn’t? Janna licked her lips at the thought. What a delightful sex toy. As if he knew what she was thinking and didn’t like it, Ted abruptly moved away from her. She let out a cry of protest.
Then he pushed her over onto her stomach. Janna tensed. Wait a minute. Just how kinky was this guy?
When he slid into her wet pussy from behind, she gasped. Not too kinky. Just right. Even though she couldn’t control what was happening this way, once again Ted seemed to know what she wanted. Then again, he felt so big and she felt so stretched almost any movement he made was almost too much—and just right.
“You like being fucked this way by me?” he whispered in her ear. “Because I love it. I love feeling that tight pussy of yours. I love feeling your round ass.”
“Yes. But I love any way you fuck me,” Janna gulped.
“That’s because my cock was made for your pussy. I knew it the minute I saw you. Before I saw you—“ Then, as if he couldn’t bear to wait anymore, he shoved hard inside of her.
Slow and hard would have to wait until later. Ted did just what she’d asked for. Hard, fast, harder, faster. Janna bit her lip to try to stop moaning, vaguely embarrassed at how much noise she was making.
Ted made sure she couldn’t stay quiet for long. He bent over her and began to nibble on her earlobe. "Your pussy is wet for me, isn't it?"
She didn't want to respond. She grasped at the sheets, trying to maintain control.
"Getting tighter and wetter while I fuck you."
"Yes!" she cried, the word torn from her lips. She felt as if she was on fire. Maybe she was. Everything he did light a flame inside her.
"Come for me, Janna. Come for me. I want to see you come like you've never come for anyone else. Just me." He panted obscene words in her ear, all the while pumping into her. She hadn't known how erotic that could be.
"You want my cock. Tell me how much."
She shut her eyes, fighting the lure of his words.
"Tell me how much you want me," he commanded. He dragged her to the side of the bed so he could stand up and thrust harder. She’d given up any hope of silence.
"I want you…" She gave in. "I want you!"
Janna wasn’t sure how often she’d come, but she knew her arms were shaking by the time she felt him shove his cock into her for the last time. His groan was as loud as hers had ever been. It took him forever to finish. God, it was as if he’d never come before.
She sank, head first, onto the bed. Vaguely she heard and felt Ted slide to the floor. Then Janna could feel herself falling into sleep or blacking out, she wasn’t sure which.
* * * * *
He toyed with her hair again, his eyes drooping. He should sleep. But he wanted to look at her. Fiery hair, fiery temper, fiery sex. Everything he’d wanted from her.
She sighed a little. Ted half-smiled. She was sweet, too, though she’d probably slap him if he told her that. But he knew. All the things he thought he’d sensed in her were there.
Sweet, sexy, passionate.
And innocent. She still didn’t know about the two of them. She’d been willing to join with him even without knowing. Why? He hoped he knew why but he couldn’t be sure. Not yet.
He hoped she had sweet dreams. His gut told him she didn’t have them often. Tonight he wanted her to think of him and be happy. He wanted everything she thought and breathed and saw to bind her to him. He had counted on that. What he hadn’t counted on was how everything that happened was binding him closer to her. Dangerous. She was more dangerous than she looked.
Ted kept watch over his prize until he, too, finally succumbed to sleep. His arm stretched out, even as his eyes finally shut, and he held onto her tightly.
* * * * *
I am innocent! I am innocent! Innocent!
Janna woke up feeling totally disoriented and panicked again. She opened her eyes and stared blankly up at the ceiling. Where was she?
An arm draped over her chest gave her the first clue. That arm was attached to a hand that cupped her breast when she stirred and then dropped back down again limply.
That felt pleasant but who…Treadwell. She was sleeping with Treadwell. Janna blinked. She was awa
ke now, despite her latest bad dream, and her brain was functioning more sanely.
Why had she decided to sleep with Ted Grimes? Janna took a quick peek at the muscled body next to hers. The face was hidden by his dark hair, but she had the feeling it was going to look just as good or better than it had last night by candlelight. All right, maybe she knew why she’d decided to sleep with him.
Janna scowled. That was still reckless, irresponsible behavior. She didn’t do things like that.
Then she grinned. Until now, anyhow. So far things had worked out beautifully. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Not even since she’d last had sex. Janna decided what she needed was a good stretch and a little quiet gloating. Carefully she slid herself out from under Ted’s hand and stood up.
Ouch. She had some bruises and twinges. Janna thought about how she’d gotten those bruises and twinges and grinned again.
She peered outside. There was nothing left to show from last night’s storm. The streets of Salem looked as cold and autumnal as ever. Janna wondered if that meant the electricity was back on in Ted’s upstairs rooms. She moved to a small floor lamp and turned the switch on. Light flowed out.
Janna debated trying to fix herself breakfast. Cooking was not her strong point and she didn’t like eating anything she concocted unless she was starving. She decided she wasn’t that hungry and that Ted was such a neat freak that he might not want her in his tiny kitchen area. Neatness while cooking was another thing she didn’t do well.
Restless, she went to one of his many bookshelves to stare at what he kept for reading material. Most of it seemed to be on herbs or astronomy. Janna yawned. She wasn’t interested.
Part of her wanted to go back and pounce on her host again. She knew she was interested in doing that. But part of her warned that she had been pouncing on a stranger too often already.
A book title caught her eye and she snorted. The Book of Spells indeed. Did Ted really believe in all this gobbledygook? Rolling her eyes, Janna pulled the book out. If she wasn’t going to pounce she might as well read something. As she turned the pages she began to frown again.