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by S R Watson


  I walk over to him with my arms folded. “What did you need to talk with me about?”

  He stands and hovers above me, and my bravado weakens. I inhale his fresh scent, and my clit pulsates.

  “I’m done with pretending,” he announces, successfully catching me off guard. “Do you want me?”

  “What? W-Where is this c-coming from?” I stutter.

  “Answer the question, Genesis. Tell me the truth.”

  “I don’t want anything. The kiss was a mistake, remember?”

  “Ummmm. I remember that lie. That kiss was anything but a mistake, and I think we both know that.” He takes a step closer, and my breath becomes labored. “I’m going to ask again. Do you want me? Want this?”

  His hand grabs mine and places it firmly against his hard cock. The fabric of his shorts leaves nothing to imagine. “Fuck me.”

  “Is that what you want, babe?”

  I didn’t even realize I said that out loud. My panties flood with desire. This can’t be happening. “If this is some sort of sick joke, it’s not funny,” I reply, my voice still a tremor.

  “Does the hardness of my cock seem like a joke? Say the word and I’ll show you just how serious I am. I’m done denying myself what I’ve wanted from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  I grab the side of his tank, but words fail me. I want to let go and let him do all the things his gorgeous blues are silently promising me. He turns us so that the back of my knees hits the bed. I sit on the bed, and his protruding hardness is now in my direct sight.

  “If this is not what you want, tell me now, sweetheart.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m speechless. I want him inside me. Consequences be damned. All of our denial has led up to this moment. If I only get this one night with him, so be it.

  “Okay then,” he says with finality, making my silence as his cue to continue. He crawls onto my bed over me with sheer determination. I watch as he pulls his T-shirt over his head. Sweet baby Jesus … this is really happening. I tremble slightly at the thought. He grips my inner thighs before pulling me down closer to him. I lie flat on my back as he grips my gym shorts on both sides. I can only hope that Loren doesn’t come back anytime soon.

  “Lift,” he commands. His voice is thick, rough, and dominant. He’s still Elysian but different somehow. I lift my hips as instructed. He pulls my shorts and panties down to my knees with one pull. “Last chance, Genesis. No regrets.”

  “No regrets,” I whisper. That is all the reassurance he needs to yank my shorts and panties the remaining way off.

  “I can smell how fucking wet you are for me,” he says, his face hovering over my pussy. I cover my eyes with my hands. “No hiding from what we both want, baby. I’m going to worship this pussy and fulfill all the fantasies we’ve both been denying ourselves,” he vows.

  The vulgar promises he spews make me even wetter. This feeling … this moment … I never want it to end. He sits me up partially so he can remove my tank and then my bra. When he has all of my clothes off, I’m naked in every aspect of the word. I hope he knows that I’m giving myself to him in every way—more than just with my body. Though I’m not a virgin, I’ve never been this comfortable in my own skin. This vulnerable. The feeling is indescribable. He swings my legs so that they’re both on the bed before laying me on my back once again. He brings his body down on top of mine, and I shiver with anticipation. We’re chest to chest and the heat from the contact is scorching. He gives me a wicked smile before bringing his lips to meet mine. This kiss is so soft, unlike the unbridled passion of our first kiss that he deemed a mistake. Our tongues slowly meet in a sensual dance that builds the ache between my thighs to new soaring heights.

  He parts my legs with one of his muscular thighs, and I rub myself against him, desperate for friction. He deepens the kiss while grinding against me. I swear I can come from his kiss and dry humping alone. He nips at my lips and immediately licks away the pain. My body trembles now for a different reason other than anticipation.

  “Hmmm. Patience, love.” He plants gentle kisses along my neck before following a trail down to my breast. He gives them each attention with just the right amount of licking and nibbling. So, I see he is a nibbler, and it’s sexy as fuck. He continues south, and I know where he’s heading next. I brace myself as he takes that first lick to my clit.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I moan. My thighs tighten on their own accord around his head, but he isn’t having it.

  “Let me in.” He pushes my legs apart while simultaneously sucking on my nub. He sucks, then nibbles in a frenzy so enthralling, I feel a sensation of release on the precipice. I grab his shoulder-length hair as I ride the fuck out of his face with wild abandonment. Elysian is right there with me. He pushes his tongue deep into my entrance and works me toward that orgasm my body so desperately needs. I squirt so hard my whole body shakes. He looks up at me, so proud of himself. In one quick instance, he rids himself of his gym shorts. Damn, his package is even pretty. Hard, pink perfection.

  He takes a condom from the pocket of his shorts and slowly rolls it over his cock. He is giving me a show. And oh, what a beautiful show it is. The length and girth are intimidating, but I will take every inch. I watch on as he gives it a few strokes with his hand.

  “I want your lips around my dick, but right now, I can’t wait a second longer to be inside you,” he admits. My legs open in invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate to accept. He positions himself at my entrance and teases me with a few strokes with just the head.

  “Stop teasing me,” I plead.

  “So greedy, my little spitfire.” He winks. I’m about to object, but then he slams into me, and the words are lost on my tongue. He stills briefly, allowing me to savor his fullness. He stretches me to capacity, and it feels amazing. He eases back and slams into me again. I whimper at the heavenly assault. I claw at his back, desperate for him to go deeper. He pounds into me a few more times before alternating his thrusts with a slower grind. I’m so lost in his punishing thrust; I meet him stroke for stroke. I’m already close to the edge. Just when I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm, he changes things up. In one swift move, he flips us so that I’m on top. He puts his hands behind his head and looks at me expectantly. “My turn, sweetness.”

  “What?” He wants me to ride him.

  “Fuck me, Genesis. Ride my dick like you own it.” Fuck, I really do want to own it.

  Riding really isn’t my thing since I’m not all that coordinated, but I don’t hesitate to try. Unsure of how to proceed, I just do what feels good. I sit up until I’m fully mounted. I lift slightly until only the head of his dick is left inside. I alternate sliding completely down his shaft and just the tip. My pussy clenches with each stroke while my tits bounce with the rhythm. His hooded eyes tell me he is enjoying the ride. I’m on fire. I can feel myself dripping down his length. His legs tense underneath me, and his control snaps. He grabs my hips and pushes me down on his dick. He takes over, and his hips piston upward to meet mine. He is fucking me from the bottom.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warns. “Shiiiiiiit,” he groans as he finds his release. I can feel the residual twitch of his dick as he throbs inside me. That sensation is enough for me to fall over the edge with him. I throw my head back and come all over him. I collapse on his chest, but he’s not done with me. He pulls out of me and tells me to get on my knees. He slaps my ass and disposes of the used condom, then tells me to hold on. After positioning himself behind me, he nudges the tip of his cock at my pussy entrance.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I moan from just the tip teasing me. Every nerve ending is on fire and desperate with need.

  “I got you, babe. This dick is all yours.” He smacks my ass again, and the sting makes me even wetter. Oh, my. He nudges me again, and I can feel him already growing hard again. “I’m going to take this sweet pussy from behind, so hold on for the ride.” He pulls another condom from his shorts and rolls it down that beautiful gift of his. I loo
k back at him, and his eyes never leave mine as he enters me from behind. He brings me to three more orgasms before the night is over. I’m deliciously sore and sated. I half expect him to gather his clothes and leave me to bask in the afterglow of the amazing sex we had, but he doesn’t. He pulls the cover up over us, kisses me on the temple, and tucks me into him. My heart slams against my chest as I work to get my erratic breathing under control.

  “So I found out I was adopted today,” he says.

  I sit up and turn to look at him. You can’t just say something like that in a matter-of-fact manner.

  “What? Did your parents tell you that? Did you talk to them?”

  “No. Today in Professor Richey’s class, he could see that something was blocking me from accessing my powers. He explained where ignikinesis is derived and how to control it. He somehow knew I was suppressing hurt and anger—that I subconsciously blamed myself for something so horrific that it was keeping me from accessing that part of myself to harness my fire power.”

  “What was it?”

  “I’m the cause of my real mom’s death. I could see it play back like a movie. It was raining, and I was about two years old. I got out my car seat for my fire truck that had fallen to the floor. My mom turned her attention to me to try to help me back into my seat. At that exact moment, another car swerved into our lane. My mom tried to swerve to miss him, but she reacted too late. We smashed head on, and she died at the scene. I remember the fire truck arriving like the one I had. I could see the police in the ambulance. I could vividly see them zip her into a black bag. My memories skipped forward to me being brought to my new family by who I’m guessing was a social worker. It was a mystery how I survived, but they didn’t know I was a child of a god. I didn’t talk for a year. The key was my mom’s death. I had refused to let it go. So you see, we’re not so different. I’m adopted too. I still love my parents for everything they’ve done for me, but when we’re granted our passes to go off campus, we can search for answers together.”

  “I’m so sorry to hear about your mom or that you had to remember what happened that way. But none of it was your fault. It was a tragedy, and you’re not to blame.”

  “I know that now,” he says. “I don’t know long I would have suppressed that memory if it wasn’t for Professor Richey. I needed to let go in order to access that part of myself. When I first discovered what really happened and was able to calm myself, you’re the first person I wanted to tell. I just didn’t want to lead with the heavy stuff tonight. I needed us to be good. I needed to erase how things ended last night.”

  I lie back down and snuggle into his arms, feeling even closer to him than before. I don’t know what tomorrow will be bring for us, but if I don’t know anything else, it’s that Loren will have questions once she finds us like this. Still, I wouldn’t trade this moment for any amount of questioning. I close my eyes and find solace in his arms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Elysian

  “Uuuuhuunnn.” Someone clears their throat.

  I attempt to turn toward the noise, but my arm is trapped. Red flowing hair covers my arm. Seeing Genesis sleeping in my arms, I remember last night’s showdown. I can’t believe I threw caution to the wind and came over to satisfy what we had both been denying. And I’m still in her room and in her bed. Loren clears her throat again. This time, Genesis stirs. She rubs her eyes as we both turn to look at her friend.

  “Morning,” Genesis says groggily. Her naked body is still pressed against mine, and it’s not helping with my morning wood.

  “Don’t morning me,” Loren tsks. “What happened to needing to talk? And before you give me some excuse about being just friends, I can see your clothes on the floor so I know you’re naked underneath those covers.”

  “We’re all adults here,” Genesis points out. She sits up and pulls the covers up around her breasts.

  “Well, I’m glad you say that because I have some news you may not like.”

  “What is it?” I ask. I swing my legs over the bed to sit up with Genesis, careful not to give her roommate a peep show.

  “Okay. Keep an open mind, guys. And just think of what I’m about to tell you as a push in the direction you both wanted to take anyway.”

  “Spill it,” Genesis deadpans.

  “Okay. You know that little spell I whipped up and rubbed into your wrist last night?”

  “Go on,” Genesis encourages, suspiciously.

  I remember briefly seeing something on her wrist last night, but the only evidence of it now is a dry, flaky paste. There is hardly anything there.

  “What spell? What was that?” I ask, turning Genesis’s wrist over for a closer inspection.

  Loren explains that Genesis has expressed some concern about being distracted and not being able to access her powers in class yesterday, and I’m guessing I was the distraction. She confides that she had copied some spells from the sacred Grimoire and created a poultice to spread onto Genesis to help her concentrate.

  “Is there some sort of side effect? What are you not saying?” Genesis prods.

  “Not exactly a side of effect,” she admits. “I ran into Haley last night. She knows about the spells I stole from the Grimoire because she’s the one that helps me with the reverse locator spell so we can sneak off campus. Anyway, I told her about the spell I whipped up for you.” She cringes guiltily.

  “And what did she say? Spit it out.”

  “Well, apparently the spell removes distraction and blockage by making you identify and face whatever it is you’re suppressing.”

  “English for us, please,” I speak up.

  “It makes you act on whatever you’ve been holding back or whatever is keeping you from being able to focus. Like a truth serum or in this case … a truth poultice. All your inhibitions were released.”

  “What does that even mean?” Genesis asks.

  “It means your little coitus rendezvous last night was due to the poultice I spread on your wrist. It made you give in to what you wanted all along so that you could free your mind from distraction.”

  “I don’t think so. Elysian was waiting here when we got back, remember? He brought condoms with him, so in a sense, he initiated this quote coitus rendezvous unquote. Yes, I may have secretly wanted it, but things wouldn’t have progressed if he hadn’t taken me out of the friend zone.”

  “Friend zone? I can assure you, you’ve never in that zone. My denial zone is more like it,” I correct.

  “You two are missing the point,” Loren interrupts. “You’re connected. So apparently, Genesis, you absorb his pain, but he absorbs your emotions. The minute that spell-infused poultice entered your bloodstream and heightened your emotions and desires, things were quantified for him. Elysian was motivated to carry out both his and your desires for lack of a better word. Otherwise, you may have still been in his denial zone.”

  “Damn.” I look over at Genesis, her face solemn.

  “So you really didn’t want this. You were only reacting to my hidden desires,” she says, trying to reach for her clothes. But I’m not having it. I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her.

  “That’s not what she said. Your desires quantified my own. Subconsciously, I could feel how you felt, and it gave me the encouragement to act on my own feelings. It’s obvious the spell has worn off now, yet the thing I want more than anything is to get reacquainted with—”

  “Oooookay,” Loren interrupts. “You don’t have to finish that statement. According to Kristin, he’s right. If the feeling wasn’t mutual, he’d simply feel your desires, but that alone wouldn’t make him act on it unless he’s already contemplated those same feelings in return.”

  “So why did you tell us? You could have kept that to yourself, and we would have never known that your little concoction moved us along toward the inevitable,” Genesis questions. “Trust me, I’m not upset. I’m just curious as to why?”

  “I didn’t want any unsaid things hanging between us. I tried to he
lp you last night, but moving things along between you two was the result. I came back last night and saw the two of you asleep in bed and immediately knew what Kristin told me was true. I just left and decided to wait until this morning to tell you and hoped you wouldn’t be mad.”

  “I have to admit that last night was pretty bold on my part, and I did think I was throwing caution to the wind, but like Genesis said, I’m not mad. How could I be? Last night was amazing!”

  “Ewww. TMI. Too much information.” Loren fake gags.

  “You know what I mean? No need to dwell on it and make it awkward.”

  “Well, thank you. I just came to grab a few things. I’m going to go get ready for class in Bethany’s room.”

  We both watch as she grabs some clothes and toiletries and then heads back out the door. I push the cover back and rise to my feet. Genesis’s eyes widen. It only takes a few seconds to realize that she is staring at my hard cock.

  “What’s that look for? It’s not like you didn’t get real acquainted with my dick last night.”

  “Ummmm. Nothing. I better get ready for class.”

  She gets up, ensuring to wrap the blanket around her, but I’m not letting her shy away from me. I swiftly pull her to me, yanking the blanket away with one tug. “No regrets, right? There is no spell to blame now. So, tell me.”

  “T-Tell you w-what?” she stutters, her breath a pant. She’s either nervous or turned on. I press her bare pussy against my hardness. The slickness that I find between her legs corrects my first thought. She’s both nervous and turned on.

  “Tell me again that you have no regrets. Tell me how much you still want me inside you.”

  “No regrets,” she confirms breathily. My dick slides between her legs, and she doesn’t hesitate to rub herself against it.

  “And? Tell me the second part. I dare you!”

  “I want you inside me.”

 

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