Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection (13 page)

“You want sex, Lea? Perfect. My date for the evening literally just vanished. Permit me to give you exactly what you came here for.”

Please, oh please.

With only a moment’s hesitation, Lea gave in. If this was the only way to fulfill her fantasy, so be it.

“Shit. Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Let’s see if the legendary Kirk Rhodes lives up to his fucking reputation.”

Kirk’s mouth stretched into a predatory grin.

“I’ll do my best. First, though, lose the rest of the glamour.”

“What?”

“If we’re going to do this, I want you, not some magically enhanced pseudo-succubus.”

“It’s gone,” she said, baffled, looking down at herself, “It was just my face. The rest is just…me.”

KIRK WAS HAVING A hard time processing, but two things hit him at once. First of all, he really needed to get his eyesight checked, and second of all, that bastard Hunt had been one-hundred percent right. Underneath the frumpy clothes and cool professionalism was pure dynamite, a goddess with a body built for sex. He knew this was a bad idea, and that tomorrow’s confrontation would be awkward, but if it was a choice between letting Lea out to scratch her itch with some undeserving vamp or even his best friend, or taking one for the team by fucking her blind, he’d willingly step up to the plate. He was puzzled by his own swift change in attitude, but he could feel his anger melting away in a wave of lust, the heat of her pussy nearly singing him through the fabric of his trousers.

He drank in the sight of her, stunned that he’d been so blind, lingering on her pouty mouth and those succulent tits, the long line of her legs, and the tiny scrap of lavender silk that concealed her pussy. That would have to go. But first –

“Undress me.” He couldn’t help the note of command in his voice. This whole situation made him feel out of control, and he was a man who needed control.

He let her go and then stepped back. Kirk couldn’t help the smirk as Lea nervously licked her lips and then reached for the buttons of his shirt. He was almost painfully hard, which was something of a surprise. He’d fucked plenty of women, engaged in all sorts of crazy sexual fantasies, but there was something about having a sweet, half-naked Lea slowly undoing his shirt that had his mouth drying, his throat going tight in a way he hadn’t experienced in recent memory. For a moment he worried that he might be taking this too far. If he were smart, he’d bundle her into a taxi and send her home, and then spend tomorrow yelling at her for taking such a risk. But he couldn’t stop himself, his reservations swamped by the knowledge that she was determined to be fucked. Well, if she wanted cock, he was the man to give it to her. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take a little payback along the way. She owed him for trying to trick him, at the very least.

Lea spread his shirt wide, her soft hands learning the hard muscles of his chest and the contours of his rigid torso. He clenched his hands at his sides while she undid the buckle of his belt, and then started on the hook of his trousers. Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked the zipper down over the bulge of his dick. He knew he was big, but her wide-eyed pleasure stroked his ego as her fingers stroked his length from root to tip through the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs.

“Take it out,” he ordered, gritting his teeth as she tugged the elastic waistband down to free him, and then wrapped both hands around his straining shaft.

“You’re huge,” she murmured.

“On your knees, Lea.”

Kirk held his breath, wondering what she would do, half hoping she’d slap him or run, if only to put an end to this insanity. Instead, he felt every muscle in his body go tight when she slowly lowered herself to her knees, and administered a gentle lick to the head of his cock, followed by a tentative exploration of the wide collar with petal soft lips.

He wanted to howl, to grab her head and plunge his hard length down her throat, but he forced himself to stay still and let her explore. She was clearly a novice. She couldn’t have done this many times. Her delicate eagerness shouldn’t have him fighting to hold back. Kirk slid his hands into those glorious golden curls as she rubbed the sweet spot under the head with her thumb and slid her wet tongue over his crown, humming in pleasure as she lapped up the moisture she found there.

“So pretty,” he managed.

She found a particularly sensitive spot and suckled gently. His thighs trembled.

Her fingers cupped and stroked his tight sac, gently stroking the soft skin behind. Kirk muffled a whimper and positioned his crown at her lips.

“Suck,” he ordered, the tone brooking no refusal.

The siren smile that curved her lips set off a strange warmth in the vicinity of his heart, but before he could examine it, her mouth opened over his crown and she drew him in.

THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT she wanted, Lea admitted to herself. Kirk, bare and hard, at the mercy of her hands and mouth, telling her how to pleasure him. She shuddered with the intensity of it as his cock slid over her tongue, and she drew as much of him into her mouth as she could, savoring his taste.

“Just like that, baby,” he murmured, his voice tight.

She set a rhythm that he seemed to enjoy, a tremor snaking up his body as she sucked the captive flesh. Lea loved that she could make him tremble.

“Look at me.”

She looked up, drowning in the heat of his eyes as his hips thrust with shallow strokes that stretched her mouth and sent an answering pulse down to her pussy. Soon, soon she would feel all of this velvet steel heat driving into her softness, satisfying the ache that beat between her thighs. She sucked harder, and his head fell back as the pleasure overtook him, and the hot rush of his seed filled her mouth. Lea held on, lapping at him until he pulled back with a jerk, still hard. She wrapped her arms around his hips and nuzzled his abdomen, catching her breath while he did the same.

After a long moment, he pulled her to her feet. She thought for a moment that he would kiss her, but he only buried his face in her throat, running his hands over her curves.

“Any more surprises, Lea?”

“Maybe one or two.”

He nipped her collarbone, and then raised his head, turning her to face the desk, pressing gently until she was facedown, her cheek pressed against the warm wood. The position raised her ass, and a drop of moisture slid slowly down her thighs as he unceremoniously kicked her legs apart.

“I still haven’t punished you for deceiving me.”

He snapped the fragile silk of her thong with two quick jerks, revealing her pussy to his gaze. She knew she was wet and swollen, her clit hard and aching. For a long moment he was quiet, so quiet she started to worry. She’d waxed, since all succubi were naturally bare, but this kind of exposure to a lover was new to her. That’s when she felt his tongue, warm and wet, exploring her softness, dipping briefly into the tender slit, and then curling around her clit for a teasing suck. Her hips jerked.

Kirk tsked and straightened behind her.

“You don’t get to come yet, baby. First you need to be spanked.”

Spanked?!?

Lea opened her mouth to protest, but a lusty slap on one bare cheek turned the outrage into a moan as heat spread through her. Another tap on the other side rendered her incoherent. She’d never been spanked, never wanted to be, but lying on Kirk’s desk, spread for his pleasure, she was going to come harder than she ever had in her life. A few more hot little smacks and she was squirming, desperate, clutching the edge of the desk over her head.

“God, the way your skin blushes for me, baby.”

He caressed the warm flesh, his touch sparking and soothing at the same time, and then slid two hot fingers down the smooth crease of her ass before pressing into her dripping pussy, all the way to the palm. His thumb rubbed gentle circles around the rosebud pucker of her anus, and she felt a fresh shock ripple through her.

“Kirk, please – ”

“Patience, baby. You’re going to get everything you want.”

Lea’s heart clenched, knowing it wasn’t true, but she pushed the pang of emotion aside. There was no way Kirk would leave her hungry body unsatisfied, which was no consolation to her heart, but she would take what she could get.
Pathetic.

“So tight and hot. No wonder you wanted a fuck. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Kirk thrust his fingers into her with a smooth, practiced stroke that had her toes curling. She sighed as he loosened her corset, kissing and licking the flesh he exposed as he slowly tugged her laces free. There was a reason she shouldn’t let him do this, but she couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. His fingers curled slightly, stroking a sweet spot high inside her, and she cried out. Kirk finally pulled the corset from her body, tossing it somewhere on the floor, and his fingers abruptly stilled mid-stroke. Awareness streaked through her.

Shit,
thought Lea.

“Wings,” Kirk breathed, “You’re a pixie!”

She wriggled in his hold, but a sharp tap to her ass made her freeze in place.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me.”

“I’m only half. Pixies don’t get taken seriously, you know that.”

He humphed, but his fingers started moving again,
Thank God,
and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his tongue stroking the ultra-sensitive spot between her wings.

“Do you want to come for me, little pixie? You’re drenching my hand.”

She couldn’t answer as he blew softly on the damp spot and his fingers worked their magic between her thighs, the tension working itself higher and higher until it burst, flooding her body with hot pleasure, leaving her limp as a wet noodle. Kirk nuzzled her wings and a jolt of pleasure zinged through her, making her whimper.

“So sensitive. Maybe I’ll stand behind you and make you come during the press conference next week.”

Lea was too unglued to answer, and she clenched hard when he flipped her over so she could watch him lapping her juices from his fingers, a mischievous grin on his face, as though he knew what the sight did to her. Unwillingly her heart rolled over. The sexual pleasure was expected, the sheer enjoyment and
was that joy?
in Kirk’s eyes was not.

His gaze dropped to her breasts. Lea didn’t know how she could still blush, but heat suffused her face. Her first urge was to cover herself, but then her own impish side took over and she raised her arms over her head in a decadent sprawl. The position pulled her nipples up, and she was more than pleased with his quick intake of breath.

“Don’t move.”

A FUCKING PIXIE. KIRK was kicking himself for everything he’d missed in the past few months. The brilliant woman who kept his life on track was secretly a gorgeous, lusty pixie with a body that brought him to his knees and
fucking hot
little wings. He had to be inside her. Right now. Kirk pushed her knees apart to make space for himself, his cock landing heavily against her damp pussy.

She couldn’t hold still, wriggling against him.
That won’t do.

A quick thought, a swirl of magic, and then those incredible legs were pulled high and obscenely wide, held tight in an unbreakable grip by invisible hands, the strappy heels stretching her calves even further. Her arms were trapped tight against the desk over her head.

She gasped.

“Kirk! What are you doing?”

He grinned and traced the tight tendon in her thigh with one finger, all the way to her pussy.

“Just giving you the fuck you asked for. Any way I want to.”

He rubbed his fat crown against her folds, tapping it lightly against her swollen clit, making her hips buck up, but his magic held her fast. He slid in, just the head, and started fucking her with shallow strokes that worked the tight opening of her sheath over his wide head.

She writhed, desperately trying to pull him deeper.

Another swirl of magic, and a phantom tongue swirled around her clit in maddening strokes, causing her to cry out in helpless pleasure.

“Please, more, Kirk – I can’t stand it – ”

Kirk clenched his teeth and ignored her pleas. He wanted some answers, and now was the perfect chance to get them.

“You can have more, my sweet little pixie, when you answer a few questions for me.”

“Questions?” she panted, straining upward. He paused to enjoy the way her tits quivered with her movements.
Magnificent.

“For each satisfactory answer, you get another inch of cock.”

“We’ll be here all night!” she wailed, and he grinned, tight.

“The sooner you’re honest, the sooner the torture ends, baby, for both of us.”

Her blue eyes were wide with lust and desperation.

“What do you want to know?”

“You were looking for me tonight, weren’t you?”

She hesitated, but the phantom fingers lightly squeezed her clit and she gasped.

“Yes!”

“Good girl.”

He slid in an inch further, stretching her, and she moaned.

“Why the ruse, Lea? Why go to all this trouble?”