HardJustice (7 page)

“Yes,” he said firmly, his heart bursting with joy. “Yes, I
trust you.”

He didn’t let her speak further, but instead closed the
distance between them and kissed her soft lips. She instantly wrapped her arms
around him, hugging him close in an embrace that although was awkward in the
car warmed him to his soul. Ben had never felt as accepted and loved as he did
by this amazing witch.

In the close confines of the car, he tried to press his body
against hers, craving the warm, supple feel of her body splayed over his. With
his large frame he only succeeded in knocking his elbow painfully against the
dashboard. She laughed, the sound uplifting. It danced along his skin,
hardening his shaft with a surge of desire.

“Let’s go inside,” she said, still attempting to smother her
giggles. Ben kissed her once more and then followed her.

Layla had never thought of herself as insatiable. She had a
high sex drive when attracted to a man, without doubt. But it was a new concept
to be unable to keep her hands off her partner. She fumbled with her key in the
door. Ben’s chest pressed against her back, his hard cock arching up into the
curve of her ass.

She didn’t even consciously move, but still she found
herself grinding back upon him, moaning as his hands came around to cup her
breasts through her shirt. Her hand slipped, the metal teeth of the key
scratching a line in the paint of her door.

“Fuck,” she cursed.

“I intend to,” Ben murmured against the shell of her ear. “The
second you open this damn door, babe.”

Not deigning to respond to that—for really, what could she
possibly say?—Layla tried a second time to open the door. Ben made the usually
simple action damn near impossible as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his
mouth, his hands squeezing her breasts, his wicked fingers finding her hard
nipples with laser-like precision.

Her back arched, her eyes fluttered shut as a whimper of
need tore free from her throat.

“If you’re not careful I’m going to strip you down right
here in the hallway, love,” Ben whispered naughtily. He sounded as though he
were having a wonderful time taunting her. Panting hard, Layla opened her eyes,
focused all her energy on lifting her hand and opening the door. Pushing it in,
they moved forward, practically stumbling into her small apartment.

With one booted heel, Ben kicked the door shut behind them,
walking them both forward toward the back of the couch. Layla dropped the bag
that held her dirty clothes to the floor, her keys falling out of her fingers
to who knew where. Ben pushed her stomach gently into the back of the couch and
she leaned half over it, her ass propped up into the air.

Ben’s large hands cupped her ass, kneading her lightly
though the fabric of her jeans.

“I could follow this ass anywhere,” he said huskily. “You
have this way of swaying, babe, a luscious way of walking that damn near
hypnotizes me.”

Layla turned around, wrapped her arms around Ben’s waist and
lifted herself up so their hips pressed together, his shaft moving against her
pussy. Eagerly she tugged his shirt off over his head, throwing it carelessly
to the floor. When Ben reached out to remove her shirt, she allowed him, but
teasingly slipped out of his grasp while he was busy holding it with both
hands.

Laughing, she hurried across the room, lifting her hands
above her head and twirling around in a small circle in the doorway.

“I haven’t given you the nickel tour,” she said. “This is my
living room. Note the ancient, used couch which is lumpy in all the wrong
places. The coffee table was a gift from my grandparents when I first moved out
of my parents’ place many moons ago.”

A hot look seared her as she caught Ben’s glance. Like a
hunter stalking his prey, he slowly closed in on her. She knew he could have
pounced while her attention had been diverted, but he clearly was in the mood
to play as much as she. With a happy laugh, she whirled around again, racing
down the hallway.

“The kitchen is over there,” she waved a hand as she passed
the arch. “And down the end of the corridor is the spare room.”

She had only just managed to step into her bedroom when she
felt Ben’s hands close over either side of her waist. He turned her so she
faced him, pulling her body into the curve of his so they pressed flush
together.

She hungrily kissed him as they wrestled with each other’s
clothing, skimming jeans down their legs and kicking off shoes in more haste
than grace. When Ben unclasped her bra, her breasts fell free into his waiting
palms.

“What room is this, babe?” he teased her. Not waiting for
her answer, he dipped his head, his mouth hotly closing around her eager peak.
Words left Layla, her throat dry as a strangled sound emitted, nothing
resembling a coherent response.

“Mmm, I thought so,” Ben murmured as he shifted his
attention from one breast to the other. He walked her back, guiding her every
step until the bed bumped against the back of her knees. Reaching a hand out
blindly behind her, Layla fell back onto the mattress.

She looked up at Ben and he studied her splayed, naked form
with a fierceness that had her heart hammering in her chest. Under his eyes,
she felt beautiful, desirable and utterly sexy. Holding out a hand to stop him
as she saw him about to climb onto the bed with her, she spread her legs wider.

“Wait, I want you to watch me,” she murmured. His dark gaze
filled with fire. Silently, he moved to the end of the bed and perched there.
Layla positioned herself in the center of the bed, her legs wide apart so she
held no secrets from him.

Her fingers trembled, the intensity of her lover’s gaze both
enthralling and intimidating as he drank in every tiny action she made.
Spreading her labia open, she drew strength as he sucked in a huge breath. His
hand twitched, as if he had to mentally restrain himself for reaching for her.

Never had a wizard looked at her with such longing.

She ran the tip of her index finger over the hood protecting
her clit. The stimulation had her breath racing, pleasure spiking through her
body as she stroked the sensitive nub. With her other hand she stroked two
fingers around the moist opening of her pussy, tracing lines over the sensitive
flesh.

Finally, she penetrated herself, two fingers moving deeply
inside her pussy as she continued to circle her clit. Blood pounded through her
veins and her breaths speeding up. Fucking herself with her fingers, she lifted
her head to watch Ben watch her. His eyes were riveted to her body, his gaze
unwavering.

“I want you to do this to me,” she moaned. Licking her dry
lips, she tried to get moisture into her dry throat. “I want to feel your
fingers, your tongue, your cock penetrate me, press hard into my body and fill
me up. Just the feel of your gaze on me gets me hot. I can tell when you watch
me, for my body gets this electric zing no one else can give me.”

“Trust me, babe, I’ll give you everything you can want,” Ben
replied as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Do you know how hot you look? Your
legs spread, fucking yourself with those slender fingers? Your face is flushed,
your eyes sparkle. I’m hard just from looking at the decadent picture you make.”

“Show me,” she demanded. Ben moved on the bed, kneeling upon
the mattress so she could see his thick, hard cock jut up from his body. “Touch
yourself. Show me how you like it.”

Ben groaned, but obeyed instantly. He collected precum on
the base of his palm, rubbing around the tip of his head and smoothing the
moisture down his shaft in long, firm strokes. Layla panted harder, the sight
of him pleasing himself incredibly arousing to her.

She unconsciously timed her own strokes to the same speed of
his, mimicking his firm, quickening motions. Pleasure washed over her. Layla
pressed her head back into the mattress, her back arching and her feet curling
into the coverlet as her fingers pumped inside her and she stroked her clit
harder.

“I’m…ah…” she tried to warn Ben, but the words would not
form as she lost her breath entirely.

“Come for me, babe,” he said hoarsely. “I want to watch you
find your climax.”

Her body clenched down on her fingers, tightly squeezing the
digits as her orgasm rushed over her. Layla’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, a low
scream ripping out of her. She continued to thrust her fingers inside her,
riding through the peak as her body shuddered.

Twitching her eyes open when she felt warm hands circle her
thighs, Layla smiled lazily as Ben came between her legs. His head remained
level with her pussy. Before she could try to lift him up toward her and kiss
him, he moved one arm to take her hand away from herself. Lowering his head to
her lips and licked at her juices that had flown freely from her body and
trickled down her thigh.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he ate at her. She sucked in a harsh
breath as his tongue pierced her, turning inside her pussy and rimming her
entrance.

“Ben,” she stammered, unable to think clearly. He hummed,
the vibration of his lips against her sensitive labia further inflaming her.
She groaned as he fucked her with his tongue. His slick fingers—coated with his
own pre-cum—stroked the tender folds of her pussy, pushing her need higher.

His tongue speared inside her, his fingers dancing wickedly
across her skin as he discovered all her most secret erogenous places. Quickly
her pleasure built a second time and she came against his tongue, panting as he
played her body to perfection. Ben lifted himself over her, looking down at her
as if he were truly seeing her for the first time.

Layla smiled at him, a sated, happy grin she couldn’t have
held back had she tried. Lifting heavy arms, she wrapped them around his
shoulders, drawing him down to kiss him with all the pent-up desire that burned
in her.

“I love you,” she whispered, kissing him again hard so he
wouldn’t feel obliged to parrot the words back.

Ben slipped inside her body with ease. They came together as
if they were made for each other. Despite the hardness of his evident need,
they started at a slow pace. Leisurely he fucked her, gliding in and out of her
body in a slick, smooth motion. Layla ran her hands all over his beautiful,
dark body. She traced invisible patterns at random, loving the feel of him
under the tips of her fingers.

She delighted to find a sensitive spot behind his ears,
wickedly stroking the skin there over and over until he shuddered above her.
His hips jerked, thrusting his cock harder within her and she continued her
explorations.

Ben rolled them both so she straddled him. Relishing the
control, Layla pressed her hands against his strong shoulders for purchase,
lifted her hips and fucked herself in a faster pace as her heart started to
pound again. Her cheeks flushed and she moaned as a particular hard downward
motion had her clit grazing against the wiry black hairs above his cock.

She moved faster on him, his hands holding her hips and
helping her to angle herself better. His cock grazed against her G-spot and she
cried out, her pleasure skyrocketing. Harder and faster she moved, both of them
climbing together.

“Come for me, babe,” Ben pleaded. Sweat glistened across his
skin, his back now slick with it. “Come only for me.”

He tilted his hips again, touching her sensitive place
inside her pussy and they shattered together. Ben roared his release, his cock
twitching as he erupted, seed shooting deeply into her womb. Layla’s head fell
back, her hair falling in waves down her spine as her walls clenched for a
third time, this time—finally—around the thickness of his prick.

Warmth suffused her as he filled her with his cum, their
bodies straining together as they climaxed noisily. Wrung dry, panting for
breath, Layla lowered herself so she lay along Ben’s chest, wanting them to
remain joined for a little bit longer so she could relish the intimate moment.
His arms came around her back, embracing her.

Ben pressed a kiss to her temple. Speaking very clearly,
enunciating every word so there could be no question about his parroting
something back in the heat of the moment, he said truly magical words.

“I love you, Layla. With all my heart. Never doubt that.
Everything I am is yours, if you want me.”

Lifting her head, she brushed the locks from her eyes so she
could meet his gaze steadily with her own.

“I want you. For always and ever.”

Ben grinned at her, rolling them on the bed so they each lay
on their sides facing one another.

“I’m glad, because it’s too late now. You’re stuck with me
whether you want it or not.”

She laughed, exhaustion washing over her.

“The bathroom is just out there, on the other side of the
corridor,” she indicated with a tilt of her chin. “I’m going to grab the world’s
quickest shower in a minute, and then get a few hours of sleep. I’ll set the
alarm for us.”

Ben wrapped a thickly muscled arm around her waist, drawing
them closer together.

“We have time,” he murmured and pressed their foreheads
together. She smiled softly at him, sleep threatening to overwhelm her as the
events of the last few days threatened to catch up with her.

“We have forever,” she agreed as her eyes fluttered closed.
With Ben’s scent surrounding her, the warmth of his body making her feel
completely secure, she drifted off into a sated, but deep sleep.

* * * * *

Layla once again sat in the passenger seat of Ben’s car as
he drove them to the pub. They had napped, showered and eaten a quick, light
meal before they had left. Her handbag sat in her lap. In the literal sense the
weight not much different than usual. Psychologically, however, it weighed a
ton.

“I want you to hold on to this,” Ben had said as he handed
over an old-fashioned, small, snub-nosed lady’s revolver. “Just in case. These
bastards have shown time and again how far they’re willing to go. I refuse to
have you hurt or worse because I didn’t have the foresight to make certain you
were protected if all else fails.”

She had tried to tell him she was a lousy shot, had barely
even used a weapon more than a few times each year in the compulsory field
training. Ben had waved away her objections, insisting she carry the weapon
with her.

“So how did you meet Daniel and Melissa?” Layla asked. In
part she wanted to get her mind off the gun in her purse, but also she held a
genuine curiosity for his Assassin friend.

They had napped, showered and eaten a quick, light meal
before climbing back into Ben’s car.

Assassins were generally a self-isolating group of Mages.
There were not many of them compared to other forms of magical powers and they
tended to stick to themselves. Privately Layla had always thought the weight of
the burden they carried lent them to be lone wolf types, though Ben had rapidly
dissuaded her of that generalization.