by Nikki Dean
"Goddamn it, Miss Magic, you gotta stop that before I rip these shorts off and shove my dick in there instead," he growled. "Is it too much to ask that you just lay there and enjoy for a bit?"
She smirked. "I'm not really a 'just lay there' kind of girl."
He tweaked her nipples again, laving one with his tongue while he rolled the other between his fingers. "I see why Nico wanted to be here, then. You're impossible to resist, but I wanna do all kinds of dirty things to you first."
"Like what?"
"Why don't I just show you?"
He popped up for a quick, deep kiss that left her breathless, then went back down. He took his time, licking and nibbling his way across her skin while he ran one hand over her belly and back up again.
Mallory moved beneath him, arching her hips when he pulled away from them. He tsked and winked, then began to pull her shorts down.
But her panties stayed firmly in place. Even when she tried to take them off herself, he covered her hands and shook his head.
"Maybe you don't know how this works," she began.
"Shut up. I know exactly how this works. I'm not giving you what you want until these things are soaked," he replied with a wicked grin. "And you're going to do it for me."
"That's a lot of big talk for a guy who has been asleep for a week," she replied. "You sure you're up for it?"
He sat up and hooked his elbows beneath her knees to jerk her hips up. His hard dick pressed against her ass and he grinned. "I'm sure."
Mallory crossed her arms behind her head and grinned. He's so fucking hot.
His wide chest had tan lines she hadn't seen before, both from his tee-shirts and higher lines that indicated he liked to wear a tank top outside, too. His skin was at least lightly sun-kissed everywhere though, leading her to assume that he spent a lot of time shirtless as well. A few white scars stood out here and there, leading her eyes across the light dusting of blond hair that adorned the vee between his pecs. It kept going down his abs, thinning in the second vee of muscles that pointed down his hips. His shorts rode just low enough to reveal the spot where it thickened again, and the clear outline of his erection beneath.
Matt reached down and cupped it, showing her without any more words just how ready for this he was. Hell, he could have been half dead and still been ready.
Her breath caught as he stroked himself, sending a ghostly caress across her clit.
It vanished as he remembered what she'd said.
"Oh, yeah, I can't touch myself until it's time to touch you too, huh?" he teased. "Wouldn't want to convince you too soon."
Instead, he dropped his hands to her bare thighs, running his fingers up and down them, getting closer and closer to her center. She lifted one eyebrow and he fell back to his hands and knees above her. Positioning her hips so that her center rested against his belly, instead of his cock, he leaned back down and kissed her.
He kept kissing her as he reached up and grabbed her breasts again, rolling them and plucking at her nipples. Each tug sent ripples of pleasure, little zings of heat straight through her until she began to worry that he might be right.
She really was going to soak these panties before he made it to the good stuff.
Matt's fingers left trails of heat as he finally began to head south, running over her sensitive sides to her belly. He looped his fingers beneath her waistband and trailed them around, barely reaching beneath the elastic. She groaned in irritation when he kept going around, sliding down to grab her ass instead.
"Roll over," he said.
"What?"
"Do you have anything I can use as massage oil?" he asked. "More coconut oil, maybe?"
Mallory pointed at the small container that she'd left on the desk.
"Good. Now roll over."
She shook her head.
He grinned and ran his hands up her thighs and beneath her panties again, this time smoothing his fingers down her bikini line. The back of his knuckles grazed her outer lips, shooting electric awareness through her. He slid his hands back out and lightly tapped her covered mound, giving her just a hint of pressure where she wanted it most. She couldn't help the little jerk her hips made in search of more.
"Roll over, and I promise to eat your pussy until you scream my name," he said, his voice low with arousal. "I'll rub your clit and fuck you with my tongue until you're begging for my dick, just to fill you up so hard that you don't walk right for a week."
"Well, with promises like that, how could a girl refuse?" she replied glibly. Her pussy, on the other hand, wept in anticipation.
Matt shifted so that she could stretch out on her belly, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed. He grabbed the tub of coconut oil and rubbed it between his hands until it had warmed enough to melt, then swiped it across her skin in one smooth motion. Mallory jumped at the coolness right before his heat surrounded her again as he lay down on top of her, rubbing the oil in with his chest.
She giggled until he moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. His slippery hands reached around and cupped her breasts again as he gave them a firm squeeze, all while pressing his cock against her ass. She lifted up, increasing the pressure against him as pleasure swamped his mind. He groaned and rocked against her, sliding himself back and forth in the valley between her round cheeks.
Just a little lower... She tried to rock upwards so that he at least pressed against her opening, but to no avail.
Matt sat up and swatted her ass, watching it ripple beneath the impact. "Naughty girl, I told you that you'd have to wait. Let's see if you're ready yet," he crooned. He grabbed her hips and jerked them upward, propping her up on her knees. He gripped the back of her thighs and ran his hands up, his thumbs tracing the elastic on either side of her panties. She rocked back a little and he slipped his thumbs beneath the sides, running them over the crease where her pussy met her thighs.
The coconut oil mingled with her arousal, making it easy for him.
"Almost," he teased. "I want you dripping before I take that first lick." As though to emphasize his point, he tugged her panties up a little, giving her the slightest bit of pressure on her clit. He lifted her with the other hand and brought her center to his lips. She felt his tongue trace her outline over the thin fabric, then he put her back down.
"I might kill you before this is over," she threatened.
"Only if you promise it's by drowning," he shot back.
She laughed against the mattress, ending on a groan as Matt gripped his cock again and slid his palm up and down its length a few times. He let go to reach up and run his hands over her back again, roughly kneading her muscles and following it with kisses. Trailing his lips down her spine, he stopped when he reached the waistband of her underwear.
Mal was afraid he was going to start over when he pulled them down, leaving the band just under her ass.
"God, you're so perfect," he said in awe as he grabbed both cheeks. "Your ass is fantastic. I just wanna..." He trailed off as he ran one finger down her valley, then hooked it into her panties and pulled them out, then let go. The slight sting hit the very bottom of her ass, radiating sensation through her pussy.
She felt it as he pushed his own shorts down, freeing his erection to press against her skin. He leaned against her, thrusting once against her naked rear. Mallory arched beneath him, her pussy weeping as his pleasure joined with her arousal to roll through her.
"Not yet, not yet. I've been waiting for this for too long," he gasped. She could feel his orgasm threatening, building in the base of his cock as he looked down at her delectable ass. He grabbed each cheek and held them apart, running his oiled fingers between them. His dick slid freely between them as he pressed them back together, giving himself something of a channel. The pleasure was heady and Mallory reached down, wedging her hand between the mattress and her center to rub her clit.
Matt grabbed her wrist and snatched it away. "Uh-uh, that's mine for right now," he growled. "I can't watch you play with
yourself or I'm going to come all over this gorgeous ass. We wouldn't want that."
She rocked against him again, reveling in the way he sucked in his breath. He gave her a light smack before he pulled himself away and tugged her back to her knees. Heat hit her center as he kissed her over her panties.
Mallory moaned and shifted her hips forward to give him better access. He dipped his hand beneath her panties again, rubbing firmly over her outer lips this time, relishing the slickness that coated his fingers.
She rocked back, unable to stop herself from trying to get more, trying to get the penetration she so desperately wanted. He chuckled and bit her ass, the sharp pleasure of it making her cry out.
"That's more like it," he whispered. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to touch me," she gasped as he ran his fingers along the edges of her center again, barely teasing her dripping opening. He rubbed over her mound, avoiding putting pressure directly on her clit. Everywhere else was fair game as he pressed against her, giving her wave after wave of teasing sensation that avoided the areas she needed it the most.
"Touch you where?"
"Everywhere." She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it.
"I already touched you everywhere. You want me to do that again?" he teased, withdrawing completely.
Her slick arousal clung to his fingers as he drew them down the back of her leg. She shivered.
"No, damn it, Matt. Touch my pussy. Please."
He groaned behind her. The guttural sound made her inner walls clench in anticipation.
"Like this?" he demanded, cupping her mound roughly over her panties.
The direct pressure onto her clit made her buck, rising a little off her knees. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was better than the teasing anticipation that he'd been killing her with.
"Take my panties off first," Mal panted. "And then put your fingers inside me."
His hand tightened, making her moan in response. The pressure was heavenly, even if it wasn't enough.
Matt swore and jerked her panties down, leaving her bare before his eyes. He swore again at the sight of her, swollen lips just begging for his touch, her desire all too obvious. He tore her underwear off and threw them across the room, then jerked one of her knees up, forcing her to balance on the other.
Matt dove beneath her on the bed, then pulled her hips down, forcing her to land, pussy-first, onto his waiting mouth.
His promise hadn't been in vain. He ate at her like he was starving and she was a banquet, licking and sucking until she was quivering above him, barely teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He drove his fingers up into her, just like she'd asked, and hurled her over the precipice.
Mallory arched backwards, frozen in place as she came harder than she ever had before. Harder even than with Nico, or by herself. Her vision went black and although she could feel the tremors wracking her body, she couldn't do a damn thing about them.
Matt growled in victory, rubbing deeply into her to keep her going. She finally slumped forward, barely catching herself on the edge of the desk before she landed on it face-first.
Matt grinned at her as he sat up, hauling her into his lap. Her center landed directly onto his crotch and he shuddered, his arms and chest straining as he held himself back from impaling her right there. Mallory rocked against him.
He bit his own lip so hard blood welled to the surface. "Fuuuck, I want to lay you down and make love to you, Mallory, not pound up into you like you're bouncing around on a fucking horse. I want to look you in the eyes when I come inside you."
Her heart melted at his words and she wrapped her arms around him. He grabbed her and brought her in for a kiss, his lips and tongue plundering her mouth as he turned so that her back hit the bed first.
"You're so goddamned amazing," he whispered as he ground against her. "Be in my head, Mal. I want you to use your magic on me and experience how fucking great this is gonna feel."
Her legs clenched around his waist at his words and she fell back into his mind, letting his perspective wash over her.
The first thing she registered was the overwhelming ache, the delicious-yet-painful anticipation that coiled at the base of his cock. It was so intense that it was hard to even move. The overwhelming desire to slide himself into her, to let her wrap around his most vulnerable asset and take him was worse than anything she'd ever felt in Nico's head.
So she fixed it.
Arching beneath him, Mallory lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy over his tip. Matt sucked in his breath as the head of his cock slid freely between her lips, only to stop at her entrance. He grabbed it and pressed, relishing the slow agony as he slid inside.
The dual sensations tugged at her and Mal gasped, rocking upward for more. He was totally right. He is bigger.
"You okay?" Matt managed to ask once he was finally inside.
"Great," she murmured. "Don't stop."
He grinned and rocked against her, changing the angle so that he ground against her clit while giving her every last bit of him. Her mouth fell open and her head pressed back against the pillow as she let out a silent oh of delight.
He pulled back and did it again, earning a moan. Mal reached up and locked her hands around the back of his neck, urging him on as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Matt supported himself with one elbow while he gripped her hip with his other hand. Their lips never parted, but he picked up the pace, slamming into her again and again.
Mallory's skin burned, cooled only by the tendrils of shadow magic that she barely registered as they coiled around her and Matt. He kept going until she couldn't hold back any more and came around him with a muted scream.
Savage victory washed through him as he watched her face transform in ecstasy, even while he held his own orgasm at bay. Finally it was too much and he gave one last thrust before coming as well, allowing her to ride his wave along with him.
* * *
They lay together, panting as each tried to recover. Unsurprisingly, Matt took longer.
“Don't tell me I rescued you from certain death just to off you myself?" Mal asked as she pushed herself up onto one elbow. "You gonna make it?"
Matt's chest rose and fell quickly, but he gave her a smile nonetheless. "It's gonna take a few more rounds to do me in, Miss Magic."
Her eyebrows went up as she pursed her lips. "Really? Because you sound like you're about to hyperventilate. Maybe we shouldn't have done this so soon after your week-long coma."
"Nah, just means we should do it again." He pulled her down across his chest, pressing her cheek over his heart. "In like, an hour. For practice."
She laughed as she smoothed one hand over his chest. It felt so different than Nico's, with a light sprinkling of blond hair and just so much wider than Nico's lithe frame. The differences were somehow fascinating, like she couldn't get enough.
"That feels really good," Matt said softly. "I think I'm honestly still waiting to wake up and find out this wasn't ever real. Just some kind of dream and I'm still stuck down there."
"I wouldn't let that happen," she promised. "I'll find you no matter what, Matt. Even if they try to take you again, the rest of the guys and I won't let you go."
"I know."
They lay together in silence for a few minutes, him stroking her back while she trailed her fingers in patterns across his chest.
"Do you remember anything else from the lab? Any faces or voices? Names?" she asked.
Matt shook his head. "I didn't even know how long I'd been gone until you told me. It's like I just went to sleep, and then I was here the next second."
"Okay."
"Why did you come looking for me?" he asked. "What tipped you off?"
"Well, Pohler broke into my dorm room, then my friend Janae told me that she needed to talk to me about you. I looked in her head and saw you strapped to that fucking table, so I went with her and forced her to help us rescue you. She wasn't sure you'd make it, but we knew better. You'r
e a tough asshole."
He chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. "The toughest."
"She was actually supposed to come back and help us take the IV lines out. But she didn't reply when it was time for Dice to get off the sedative, and I haven't heard from her since. I'm pretty pissed off about it."
"Do you trust her enough for that? You don't think she'd tell anyone I'm here?"
Mallory thought about it for a second. "No. She didn't ever want to be in the lab in the first place. She was being blackmailed. Or so she said."
"I'd believe that. Why did Pohler break into your room? And why are we still here if he did?"
Mallory shrugged. "Didn't know where else to go. We figured your apartment was being watched, and it would be too risky for me to suddenly disappear. Nico changed the locks so no one else has a key. Do you have any better ideas?"
"I might."
Chapter 7
"What is this place?" Mallory asked as they stood in front of the old building. "It looks like it's about to fall over."
Dice rubbed up against her side, then wandered off to keep exploring.
"We found it out here when I was still a student at the academy," Matt replied. He was walking steadily, but Mal could see the pinch of exhaustion around his eyes and mouth, as though sleeping for the last week hadn't been enough.
"It’s been abandoned for a long time," Nico said. He shoved a piece of plywood away from the old, weathered brick wall. "We asked around a little, but didn't want to arouse suspicion. Apparently it was an office building of some kind back before the war, and it got swallowed up by the forest afterwards."
"And no one else knows it's here? So Matt would be safe here?" she asked. "I don't really like this."
"You're going to be staying here too, at least until we figure out why Pohler broke into your room," Matt replied. "Don't think you're getting away that easily."
She gave him a withering look. No amount of orgasms were worth this. "Absolutely not."