Sinfully Spellbound

by Cassandra Lawson

  Chapter Fourteen

  Allie

  Dylan wasn’t about to give up on this. What was supposed to be a simple fling was turning into a serious complication in my life, and I had no idea how to handle things. Yes, I liked Dylan, and we could have been friends if we hadn’t slept together, but it was too late for that now. After Dylan’s phenomenal performance last night, I’d never be satisfied with a platonic relationship. No, even when I’d been mad at Dylan a few minutes ago, I’d still wanted him. My panties were wet and my nipples were hard just from being in the same room with him. There was no way to be around Dylan without my body responding to him. Even though I had no clue what Dylan wanted, I knew I needed him again. Now.

  “So, you’re here because you want to fuck me again?” I leaned forward so my breasts looked like they might fall out of my halter dress.

  Dylan’s sharp intake of breath proved he was enjoying the show. Standing, I slapped a hand on my own ass, surprised to find that the slight sting was a turn on. “You want to spank me for being such a bad girl?” I asked, moving forward and leaning into him to bring my achingly hard nipples in contact with his chest.

  “Are you a bad girl?” Dylan cupped my ass with both hands and pulled me closer to his erection. The contact caused an involuntary shudder to run through my body as the memories of how good his cock felt inside of me flooded my sex-crazed brain.

  “Yes,” I breathed out.

  “Lucky me,” he murmured. “I love bad girls.” His mouth claimed mine, stealing my ability to form a coherent thought. His tongue thrust into my mouth, making me think of the way his cock would be thrusting into me soon. It wasn’t long before I was panting and clawing at his t-shirt. The hard press of his mouth was sure to leave my lips swollen and bruised. This kiss was both punishing and possessive.

  Tearing his mouth away, Dylan rested his forehead against mine, still gripping my ass with both hands. “I came here to talk to you, Allie,” he ground out. “I did not come here for sex.”

  “So, you aren’t going to fuck me?” I taunted.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking when I’m done with you. Do you want me to do that?” he asked, and my legs almost gave out at his words.

  I nodded. This is what I wanted, and it’s why I’d taunted him into it.

  “I really want to make good on my promise to spank your sexy ass, but I need inside of you now,” he said desperately. “I need you.”

  “No,” I said. “You don’t need me. You just want me.”

  Dylan chuckled. “I don’t think either of us believes that lie.”

  Not giving me time to argue, he kissed me again. While his tongue stroked mine, he lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked to the bed and settled me on the edge. There, he broke the kiss and stripped his t-shirt over his head. I allowed my eyes to travel down the hard planes of his chest to his toned abdominal muscles.

  “Undress for me,” he ordered, and I felt strangely compelled to obey. It wasn’t some spell that compelled me so much as the strong desire to be naked with Dylan.

  I stood and slipped my dress over my head. “I should put a stop to this, but I want you too much,” I admitted, staring into his deep blue eyes. “After I got home from your house, all I did was fantasize about having you in me again.”

  The moment the words left my mouth, Dylan’s control snapped. Pushing me onto the bed, he straddled my hips as he kissed me. His fingers threaded through mine, and he pinned my hands to the side of my head, leaving me deliciously helpless under his sensual onslaught. The throbbing between my legs increased, and I pressed my thighs together, enjoying the momentary increase of pressure before it wasn’t enough. I needed Dylan’s touch.

  Releasing my mouth, Dylan trailed kisses along my jaw, nipping my earlobe gently and sending pulses of lust through my body. “What the hell are you doing to me, Allie?” he asked, sounding just as confused and desperate as I was. “I came here to talk, not for this.”

  “Are you complaining about the direction things are heading?” I asked, and then moaned when his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. Dear Goddess, this warlock knew how to work my body.

  “No, but we are going to talk,” he said in a no-nonsense tone. “First, I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Please,” I begged. “No teasing. I need it hard and fast.”

  “Fuck,” Dylan growled before grabbing the condom from his pocket and shoving his pants down around his ankles.

  When I raised an eyebrow at the condom, he chuckled and his cheeks darkened ever so slightly. “Okay, I was hoping things would head this direction after we talked. Are you mad?”

  “I promise not to hold it against you if you’re inside of me in the next thirty seconds,” I said, staring at his erection.

  Dylan quickly slid the condom on as I slipped out of my panties, unable to take my eyes off his cock the entire time. I already knew how good he felt inside of me, and I couldn’t wait much longer to feel him again. His hand gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could slide into me while he stood.

  “Oh, Allie,” Dylan moaned. “You feel so fucking incredible, and I love watching my dick slide into your body.” My eyes followed his to where our bodies were joined, and I found myself unable to look away from the sight of him thrusting into me.

  Just as I’d asked, his thrusts were hard and fast.

  “Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” he ground out.

  “Oh, Goddess, please don’t stop,” I barely managed to say as I continued to watch him pound into my body. I was so close, but I needed more contact with my clit. Reaching down to stroke myself, I was surprised when Dylan stilled and his hand caught mine.

  “I’m the only one who gets to pleasure you this time,” he practically growled. “Later, you can show me all the ways you like to touch yourself, but not right now.”

  Before I could think of a way to respond, Dylan began thrusting again. This time, one of his fingers expertly stroked my clit as he thrust into me in time with his finger’s strokes. My body coiled tighter around his cock, and I was rewarded with Dylan’s groan. I saw Dylan’s mouth move and then felt the same spell he’d used last night working along my clit, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. Then Dylan’s thrusts increased, and I felt myself falling over the edge. I clawed at the sheets, screaming out his name as the spasms tore through my body. My eyes closed tightly as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.

  “That’s it,” Dylan said through gritted teeth. “Tell me I’m the only man who can give you this much pleasure.”

  “Only you,” I agreed, because it was true. No one made me feel like Dylan did. His body could be addictive, and it should definitely come with a warning label.

  My words were the catalyst for his orgasm, and he groaned as he jerked inside of me.

  For a long time, the only sound in the room was our panting as we both tried to catch our breaths.

  Finally, Dylan pulled out of me and fixed his clothing before going to the small door marked on the wall for condom disposal. I dressed and waited for Dylan to speak.

  “You may not believe this, but I’ve never had sex in a room at a sex club,” Dylan admitted, looking around. “Before tonight, that is.”

  “Me neither,” I said, not looking at him.

  “Guess that means we were virgins together,” he mused, and when I looked up, I found an almost boyish grin on his face.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I asked with a shake of my head.

  “I’ve got some ideas I could run by you later,” he said.

  “Are you only chasing after me because I’m a challenge?” I finally met his eyes. “I mean, you don’t usually have to put this kind of effort into getting women.”

  Dylan’s lips twitched. “I’m only chasing you because you keep running away.”

  Even though that’s what I’d already believed, hearing him admit to it kind of hurt.
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br />   That’s when he leaned forward to brush his lips against mine. “Stop running so I can just enjoy spending time with you.”

  “Then the challenge will be gone,” I told him.

  He laughed again. “Something tells me that even if you stop running, you’ll still be a challenge.”