Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection (3 page)

Suck, pinch, thrust, circle. Repeat.
Jane screamed as her entire being flooded with unbearable pleasure that flung her to the heavens and exploded like fireworks. It was astounding. Her eyelids eventually fluttered open as her breath came back to her, and Jane found herself slumped against the shelves, wrung out and shaken.

Wes was still sitting across from her, eyes gleaming, grin tight, but now his pants were open and he had a hand wrapped around the very naked meaty girth of the largest cock Jane had ever seen. She could only stare as he stroked, up and down, thick inches gliding through his fingers up to a juicy, heart-shaped crown, and then back down to a heavy sac and a neatly trimmed brown thatch. He was epic, and if his deft magical touch and the way he was playing the shaft was any indication, he knew how to use it.

Jane couldn’t tear her eyes away as he stroked, stroked,
stroked,
and his body tightened in pleasure and he
came
into a handkerchief he whipped from a pocket just in time, in hard, delicious pulses. Her own body was still trembling with pleasure, and she wanted him so badly she could taste it.

Jane burst into tears.

WES STARED AT JANE in horrified confusion. She’d come hard, so beautifully it took his breath, and then watched as he jerked himself off, rapt at the sight of his cock in his hand. It was so hot, he didn’t even feel the cold. He’d be ready to go again in minutes. With the chilly air redolent of sex and both of them shaking from having rocked each other’s world without a touch, Wes was about to take his voyeuristic little mortal into his arms and give them both a taste of the real thing, but unfortunately, she was weeping.

“Are you okay? What's wrong?”

Stuffing his dick back into his pants, Wes didn’t bother to zip, but practically lunged across the little room to reach her. She held him back with a hand against his chest, wiping her eyes.

“Happy now? You proved your point. It’s bad enough that you're a walking advertisement for sex. Anything else you want to share? Maybe your tears can cure cancer?”

She was getting hysterical, but Wes was still baffled. Unable to keep himself from touching her, he stroked her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

God, she’s soft.

Jane glared at him, her eyes red and puffy.

“You're gorgeous, rich, powerful, and apparently you can provide screaming orgasms at will. You should out there with one of those magically enhanced nymphos that have the sucking power of a wet vac.”

“Are you serious?”

“Look at me!” exclaimed Jane, and threw her arms out.

“You’re beautiful,” said Wes.

“Yeah, right,” Jane scoffed, “I get no sleep, piece of clothing I own is from a thrift store, and it’s a good month if I can afford conditioner.”

Wes sat back on his haunches, stunned, as another piece of the puzzle that was Jane clicked into place.

“I just figured it out. You're a snob.”

“I am not!”

Outraged, she smacked his chest.

“A reverse snob,” amended Wes, “You have it hard, so you look down on anyone who doesn’t.”

Jane looked guilty, and blushed.

“That’s not true,” she muttered.

OKAY, IT MIGHT BE the tiniest bit true,
thought Jane, but she didn’t mean to.

It was hard to grow up the way she had, fighting for every little success, suspicious of people who seemed to have it easy. Even Esme seemed to float through life, not a care in the world. Of course, everyone had difficulties. Jane knew that, but it was hard for her to understand how someone as effortlessly sexy and successful as Wes Proctor could take an interest in mousy little her.

Wes edged closer, his thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you, Jane, before I knew anything about you, and every day, I want you even more.”

He made it sound so simple.

Giving her plenty of time to pull away, Wes leaned down to brush his lips against hers once, and then again, lingering. He tilted her chin up and tasted her more fully, tangling his tongue with hers until her toes curled, a gentle, seductive tease.  He finally pulled back, and Jane was pleased to note that his breathing was as affected as hers. She was dying to touch him, but he overwhelmed her.

What if I can’t satisfy him?

“Boy, that ex of yours really did a number on you,” said Wes, “What’s on your mind?”

Jane tried to find the right words, but she was distracted. Somehow, his clever fingers had tugged her shirt from her skirt and were now exploring the soft skin of her waist, teasing lightly under the waistband, making it incredibly difficult to concentrate.

She settled on a vague, “You’re too much.”

“No such thing, baby,” said Wes, licking a spot under her jaw, “Besides, there isn’t a thing about you that doesn’t bring me to my knees. Stand up.”

He helped her to her feet, settling himself between her legs as she leaned against the door.

“Wes –”

Jane wrestled with the reality of the moment. This big, gorgeous man who could have his pick of any woman in the city, who could turn her into a toadstool if he felt like it, wanted her, was licking his lips as those beautiful hands slid her skirt up her thighs to gather at her waist.

“I love Halloween,” he murmured reverently, tracing the band of her demure black panties edged in orange lace.

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against the bow at the waist and Jane shuddered.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, hopeful.

Jane felt off balance. She was used to her ex just demanding, expecting, taking.

“If you want to,” she managed, blushing as Wes chuckled.

He didn't seem to expect anything from her as he nuzzled the delicate cleft through the material, which by now was soaked.  Jane forced herself to get the words out.

“I don't know what you want me to do,” she said, her voice small.

WES FELT HIS HEART turn over, even as he felt a desire to seek out her CPA ex and pound him into the dirt. Maybe he could find a few hundred accounting violations to charge him with, for good measure.

“Baby, you don’t need to do anything except feel good. I want to pleasure you. Maybe if I do it well enough, I can convince you that normal is overrated, and that any man, warlock, troll, or other, would be lucky to have you.”

Jane looked a little skeptical, and Wes decided that actions spoke louder than words. His eyes on hers, he found the waistband of her panties with his fingers and tugged it down her thighs.

“The skirt, too,” he murmured.

Swallowing hard, Jane did as he asked, leaving her all buttoned up and proper from the waist up, and naughty in nothing but black thigh highs and sensible shoes from the waist down. Wes licked his lips, his cock hard enough to split.

“Do you prefer having your clit licked or sucked?” he asked, just to hear her breath hitch in aroused shock.

Wes stroked the sweet little patch of golden brown at the top of her cleft. Her folds below were gratifyingly bare and, slick and swollen, gleamed in the dim light. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

Vanilla and Jane.

Wes licked his lips again, his mouth watering in anticipation of the first taste, but she stopped him, soft fingers against his cheek.

“Wait. You don’t…bite, do you?”

Wes grinned, his teeth flashing. He knew her mind was on the extreme werewolf coupling in the other room.

“Only if you want me to,” he murmured, enjoying her little squeak as he let the edge of his teeth scrape gently against one tender fold.

“Are you going to tease me all night?” Jane asked, breathless.

In answer, Wes hooked a hand under her knee, lifting her thigh over his shoulder, opening her. She was wet and stunning, a deep, seductive rose at the heart of her pretty pink folds. With a groan of approval, Wes spread her with his thumbs and slid his tongue along her slit, curling around the hard nub further up, giving himself a mental high-five as she arched helplessly against his mouth.

“I want everything,” said Wes, “every hot little drop of cream, baby.”

Jane whimpered and twined her fingers in his hair.

Wes lost his mind a little as Jane rocked against his mouth, the lace edge of her thigh high rasping against his neck, her pussy so hot and soft and decadent against his lips and tongue. He grabbed her hand.

“Hold yourself open for me, baby,” he muttered, and Jane hesitantly spread her folds as Wes pushed her thighs further apart and then slid two fingers into her slit, his cock throbbing as he worked his way into the tight sheath.

“Sweet.”

He finger-fucked her slowly, taking his time, letting her get used to the thickness of his fingers as he kept her on edge with his mouth.

“God, Wes – I need more,” Jane begged.

“Can you take three fingers?” asked Wes, breathless, and took her shocked whimper and the way she thrust against his chin as assent.

Carefully, he eased a third finger into her clenching sheath, stretching her, and barely had the third digit buried in her hot pussy when she was shuddering into orgasm. Wes drew her clit back into his mouth and sucked, triggering a second climax on the heels of the first, and Jane screamed his name as her thigh pressed tightly against his cheek. Panting, she slumped, and Wes held her up, resting his cheek against her abdomen, nuzzling her little navel as Jane stroked his hair.  

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, and Wes pressed a soft kiss against the curve of her stomach before rising to his feet.

“I want that, too, baby.”

He started unbuttoning her blouse, feeling uncoordinated and dumb as the lacy bra came into view. He fumbled with the last few buttons. Jane chuckled and shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, and then let him unhook the front closure of her bra, her full breasts bouncing into view, the rosy nipples tight and eminently suckable.

“Cold?” he asked.

“No,” breathed Jane, “I probably should be.”

Wes cupped her breasts, stroking the tight nipples.

“Trust me?”

Jane only hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Wes tugged her nipples lightly in approval, and Jane gasped.

“What are you going to do?”

“Indulge your naughty inner pervert,” he smirked, turning her around.

JANE GASPED AS WES gripped her waist and she felt her feet leave the ground. They levitated up to the little window, and Jane let out a moan as Wes pressed her tight nipples against the cold metal. Suddenly naked, he settled behind her at the perfect height to rub his cock against her ass.

“Now, I told you that the magical community has fewer hang-ups about sex than humans do. I would never make you participate if you’re not comfortable with that, but since you seem to enjoy watching…”

He kissed her shoulder and guided her face to the window.

“Watch them while I take you, Jane,” he growled.

Jane was shocked. And aroused. Did she want this?

Oh, yeah.

Wes spread her legs and Jane was surprised to find that they stayed where he put them, suspended wide in the air, opening her folds. Her pussy was as hot and greedy for him as though she hadn’t come like a rocket a few minutes ago. Wes snuggled the hot head of his dick against her opening.

“We need a condom,” said Jane.

“No, we don’t. You’re protected, baby. Trust me, remember?”

Jane nodded, pressing her hands against the door as Wes started pushing in, so big and so hot. She bit her lip at the sensation as he slowly filled her.

“Watch, Jane. Tell me what you see. What you like.”

Jane tried to focus, nearly impossible as the thick flesh impaled her, so turned on she could barely think. Sex with That Cheating Bastard had been not bad at best. This was on a whole different scale. A Wes Proctor scale. Epic. Off the charts. She noticed he’d stopped moving, halfway in.

“Wes!”

She wriggled and he groaned, but grabbed her hips to hold her steady.

“I want to hear you, Jane. Talk to me.”

Jane bit her lip and turned her attention to the orgy going on in the kitchen. Her eyes lit on an erotic tableau playing out on a metal prep table.

“There’s a…woman. Voluptuous. She’s on her knees. Her wrists are tied above her and it looks like her thighs are tied, too. Are those wings?”

“Pixie,” informed Wes, and he jerked his hips, embedding his cock to the hilt.

Jane cried out, and he soothed her, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts, warming her nipples with his palms.

“What’s she doing?” he murmured, his voice a rough growl in her ear.

“There’s a…a warlock in front of her. He’s licking her breasts. And behind her…a satyr?”

“Satyrs have incredibly large cocks,” said Wes helpfully, and nipped her earlobe as he started to thrust, slow and deep, as though he had all the time in the world.