Chapter Thirty-Eight
Allie
As Dylan approached, I took another step back. “I am not lying! I do love those movies.”
“So, I don’t need to punish you for torturing me with that movie?” he asked.
I stopped and cocked my head to the side, intrigued by the sensual timbre of Dylan’s voice. “How exactly would you do that?”
Dylan closed the distance between us and grabbed my hips as he pulled me closer to his hard body. “I’d have to lay you down on my bed so I could lick and kiss every inch of your body until you begged me to fuck you.”
My breathing suddenly became shallower, and my body tightened with arousal at his naughty threat. “I’m not sure how this is a bad thing for me.”
Dylan’s slow, sexy smile had me ready to jump him. “So, are you telling me you were trying to torture me with the movie?”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do,” I offered quickly. “You really should punish me.”
Dylan covered my mouth with his, and I braced myself for a hard kiss. Instead, he teased my lips softly, flicking his tongue across the crease and withdrawing slightly every time I opened for him.
Impatient for his kiss, I bit his lip and was rewarded with a growl. Dylan wrapped his large hands around my wrists and pressed them against the wall above my head. “Impatient little witch, aren’t you?” he murmured against my neck. “I love knowing your body is completely mine, and I’m the one controlling your pleasure. I also love knowing you can’t wait to have my cock buried deep inside of you.”
“I want you in me, now,” I said desperately.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He moved his mouth up to nip my earlobe, which made me shudder with lust. He released my wrists and slid one of his hands under my shirt. “First, I’m going to enjoy every inch of your body. Tonight, you’re going to come around my tongue.” He kissed me, moving his tongue in and out of my mouth in a way that had me so hot I would have begged him to take me now if I were still capable of speech. When he took his mouth away from mine, I let out a little whimper of protest. “Then, you’re going to come around my fingers,” he said, grazing my nipple through my lacy bra. The sensation had me pushing my chest forward to get more contact, but he denied me again. Removing his hand from under my shirt, he lifted one of my legs and bent his knees slightly so he could press his erection against my aching pussy, rocking his hips into me. “Finally, I’m going to make you come around my cock.”
“Oh, Goddess,” I groaned and practically collapsed against his body.
Dylan carried me into the living room and settled me on the sofa before quickly stripping off my jeans and panties. Lifting my panties to his nose, he inhaled deeply and shuddered. “I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you.”
If it was possible to die from arousal, I was a goner. My body was coiled tightly in anticipation of his touch. Dylan sat me up and knelt in front of me before spreading my legs and flicking his tongue across my clit, teasing me even more. My toes curled on the carpet as his tongue returned to toy with my clit, alternating between long strokes and short flicks. The alternating strokes kept me on the edge of orgasm, and then he switched to a circular motion that had me arching off the couch to get more contact with his tongue. When I was about to explode, he replaced his tongue with one finger and then slid his tongue inside of me, stroking the walls of my pussy until I came undone, screaming and clamping my thighs around his head.
When the spasms of my orgasm finally ended, I looked into Dylan’s blue eyes, which were now clouded with lust. His hair was messy, and his talented mouth glistening with the proof of my arousal. Dylan licked his lips and shuddered. “You taste so fucking incredible, I could go down on you for hours,” he said in a voice rough with desire.
“I need your dick,” I told him.
“Not yet,” he said with a shake of his head. “Remember what I told you? Next, I need you to come around my fingers, but I think I’ll enjoy that sweet pussy at the same time.”
I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm like the one I’d just had, but Dylan’s tongue gently coaxed my clit as his fingers moved inside of me until I was rocking against his mouth again. My succubus side felt Dylan’s arousal swirling around me like a drug, feeding my own lust, and making me crazed for more. It wasn’t long before my body was tightening around Dylan’s fingers again as my climax neared. Dylan’s fingers hit just the right spot as he sucked my clit into his mouth. That was all it took to make me come completely undone again.
This time, my orgasm only made me want more, and I was desperate to have Dylan’s cock in me now. I tugged at his hair to pull him away from me. “You said after that I could have your cock. I need it now.”
Dylan chuckled at my needy plea. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Maybe I should make you come around my tongue another time before I give you my dick.”
That’s when I decided to beat Dylan at his own game. While the wrist cuffs muted my power some, I was still a succubus and seduction was in my nature. Dylan’s cocky grin faltered when I licked my lips and dropped my gaze to his chest. I ran my hands up the front of his shirt, enjoying the way his nipples hardened under my touch. My hands continued up to his shoulders and caressed their way down to his biceps. It was then that I looked at him and saw him swallow hard. His composure had definitely slipped, and I was gaining the upper hand in this game. Dylan stood and took a step back to put some distance between us.
“Why would you want to deny us what we both want?” I asked with a pout.
Dylan swallowed, and I knew he was having trouble remembering why he’d wanted to tease me more. I might not need any of my succubus powers at all to get what I wanted.
Reaching one hand down to the front of his pants, I gripped his erection, loving the way it twitched in my grasp. Dylan groaned, and his head dropped back. “Why don’t you just fuck me against the wall?” I asked with a seductive purr. “Or, you could bend me over the arm of the sofa. Don’t you want to feel me around your cock?”
“No,” Dylan said with a shake of his head. “You are not taking control.” He pulled my hand away, an act that obviously took great effort on his part. Actually, he was so hard it probably hurt to take my hand away from him.
“Wanna make a bet?” I asked.
Dylan just chuckled. “Not this time. If you can’t behave, I’ll have to use a binding spell on you. I won’t lie. I’m kind of hoping you don’t behave because I really like the idea of tying you up with my magic again. Thinking about my power sliding along your body makes me hot as hell.”
A shudder ran through my body, because I loved how it felt when he bound me with his magic, too. It was intimate on a level that most couldn’t understand. It was tempting to beg him to do it, or to push him into it, but I wanted him inside of me far too much to play games.
Pulling the power from inside of me, my own arousal increased, and I drew on that arousal. When I touched on my succubus powers, I could see the tendrils of lust flowing from my body and swirling through the air like strands of silk. With my wrist cuffs on, those tendrils were duller shades of red and slightly transparent. Without them on, the tendrils were a deep ruby red, and they could bring a man to his knees. I directed the tendrils toward Dylan, and they swirled around him, caressing his skin.
Dylan’s head dropped forward, and his fists clenched at his sides in an effort to maintain his self-control. I could see his lips moving, silently mouthing the binding spell, but his own arousal was making it hard to complete the spell.
I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You seem to have a problem,” I said. “Was there something I could do to help you?”
Dylan’s chuckle was more strained this time. “You are going to be the death of me, Allie.”
With his shirt undone, I was finally able to lean forward and swirl my tongue around one of his hard nipples. They’d always been one of my favorite parts of the male anatomy, and Dylan’s dark nipples on
his nearly hairless chest were true perfection. “You taste good,” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching forward to undo his belt as his hot gaze devoured me. I undid his pants and slipped them and his boxers down so his erection sprang free. Licking my lips, I knew what I wanted most in that moment. I had yet to taste Dylan, and I needed him in my mouth.
“Allie,” he said with his hands fisted in my hair to prevent me from putting my mouth where I wanted it most. “You are not taking control of this situation.”
“Let me taste you, Dylan,” I urged, watching the tendrils of lust move around his cock. They tightened around him, and Dylan released my hair with a loud groan.
I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs and slowly brought my mouth forward to run my tongue along his balls before moving up to lick the underside of his shaft. All the while, I allowed the tendrils of lust to move along his body, careful not to draw any of his own lust into my body. When I reached the tip of his cock, I gripped the base in one hand and ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his tip.
Dylan’s muscles tightened and he moaned as my tongue continued to tease him. When I thought he couldn’t take any more, I finally took him into my mouth, sucking gently as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft.
“You’re fucking incredible,” Dylan praised, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
My response was to take him as far into my mouth as I could, squeezing the base of his cock as I did this. Dylan grabbed my hair to pull my mouth off him.
“I’m not joking about being ready to come,” he warned.
When I used my succubus powers, my lover’s arousal became my own in many ways. Despite my efforts to avoid drawing on Dylan’s arousal, I was just as close to coming as Dylan, and I wanted to come with him in my mouth. “Fuck my mouth, Dylan,” I said in a breathy voice.
Dylan said something I couldn’t quite make out before guiding my mouth back to his cock. As I sucked him and gripped the base, his hips moved back and forth. My own moans nearly drowned out Dylan’s sounds of pleasure. It wasn’t long before my body tightened, and I knew Dylan was close. With one final thrust, he came, calling out my name. My own orgasm was so powerful, I nearly collapsed forward against his body.
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