TrackingDesire (10 page)

When she finally spread her shirt open, she bared her chest
and torso to him, thrilled that she’d had the foresight earlier that afternoon
to wear a very dark-green, sheer, lacy bra that hugged and cupped her breasts,
prominently displaying her cleavage to its greatest advantage.

“You said something earlier about wanting to take your
time?” she propositioned him, her smile broad and sensual. “And maybe even
extracting a little revenge?”

Julian felt the breath whoosh out of his lungs as he took in
the full beauty of Liv as she partially undressed for him. Pale, creamy skin
begged for his fingers to trace over its softness and for his lips to taste the
curvy expanse. Her hair fell in soft, curly waves past her shoulders, wild and
free, just like her spirit. Lastly, her green eyes dared him, challenged him,
tempted
him beyond anything a rational man could bear.

A wild part of him, deeply hidden in his soul, woke up. He
wanted to stroke her skin, feel his fingers running through those curly waves
of her silky hair, feel it wrapped around his fist.

When they’d been hiding in the ferns and bushes back at the
mansion, he’d seen her fear mingled with her arousal. The hot way her eyes had
searched his, looking to him for strength and protection, had nearly been his
undoing. Julian had known in that instant, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he
had fallen deeply, irrevocably in love with this redheaded witch.

Now, with that knowledge burning a hole in his chest and
heart, he wanted to do everything to her—with her. He wanted to cup those pale,
perfectly round and full breasts of hers in his hands and thrust his cock
between them, fucking them until he shot his seed all over her chest and
branded her as his alone. He wanted to possess every inch of her, mouth, pussy,
ass…everywhere.

More so, he wanted
her
to possess
him
. He
wanted her to rely on his strength and knowledge, wanted her to trust him to
protect her and keep her heart safe. Julian wanted to be loved,
unconditionally, by this feisty, powerful, strong witch. And return that love
back to her tenfold. Need for Liv blazed a hot path inside him. Even though he
wasn’t usually the most verbose of men, he couldn’t help but try to express the
level of his growing love for her.

“I want to take my time. I want to touch every inch of your
skin at least a dozen times. I want to taste wherever I touch and caress you
until you’re so sensitive that even my breath over your skin makes you wet and
squirming. I want to fuck your breasts and your pussy, your ass and mouth and
thighs and anywhere else I can manage. I want to have you—and let you have
me—in every way known to mankind.”

Julian watched as his words made her eyes flare wide in
surprise, then grow dark with arousal. Her mouth fell open slightly, her
breathing coming faster as those perfect breasts, so prettily arranged in
dark-green lace and netting, expanded and fell in a quicker rhythm.

“I want to pierce you, penetrate you and fill you up until
you can’t breathe and couldn’t work out which way was up if your life depended
on it,” he continued as he closed the distance between them. Lightly at first,
but then with growing strength as his confidence built, he touched her skin.
Fingers delicately traced over her shoulders and arms, down her back and up her
torso to cup her breasts. Julian relished the soft, sensual feel of his lover
and enjoyed every moment of pleasure he could get from her.

Hungrily, he bent to kiss her lush lips. He watched her eyes
grow darker as her passion grew. Bright-red waves fell around her face, framing
her pale skin and acting as a beautiful contrast to her green eyes. Her beauty
frequently took his breath away, but never so much as right now. He kissed her
passionately then drew back, loving how their mouths eating at each other made
her lips appear poutier, red and flushed. The physical sign of their lust
inflamed his desire for her.

As if she were snapping out of a dream, Liv’s fingers went
to work, removing his jacket and shirt as he undid her pants again and pushed
them down her legs. They climbed out of their clothes, shoes, socks, and soon
they were standing naked in front of each other, hands busily exploring all the
secrets they had yearned to experience for what felt like an eternity.

With restrained pushes, Julian nudged Liv out of the living
room, down the hallway and into his bedroom. They fell onto the large bed
without ever losing touch with each other. For the first time ever, Julian
could feel Liv opening to him, showing him the secret parts of herself she
rarely showed others.

It intoxicated him, the lowering of her barriers, and he
eagerly drank in all she could show him.

“Circe, I can’t wait.” She panted desperately. “Take me,
Julian. Open me and fuck me hard.”

“Patience, babe,” he soothed her, not wanting to rush this
final consummation. He had wanted her from their first meeting, and according
to her she had reciprocated those feelings. The last thing Julian wanted was to
rush this pinnacle of their burgeoning relationship.

Liv snapped at him, gnashing her teeth as she insisted on
her pleasure. Recalling the way she had pinched his ass earlier, Julian grinned
wickedly and flipped them over so she was lying over his legs. Her utterly
delectable, luscious, round ass was in the air over his thighs, and with a
firm, open palm, he spanked her edible ass once, then twice, then a third time.

Complete and utter shock held Liv rigid. Julian didn’t need
magical talent or mental prowess to realize he had completely astounded her and
caught her unawares. Curious, he gently inserted a hand between her thighs and
found her pussy positively
leaking
its pleasurable cream. She might be
stunned—he had likely taken her completely unawares—but she obviously didn’t
find it overtly distasteful. Not with her juices flowing like that.

Encouraged, Julian spanked her with half a dozen quick,
stinging slaps. He didn’t hit her hard—his aim was not to cause her genuine
pain, but to administer short, sharp slaps to get her attention and show her he
was not some tame boy she could manipulate or push around.

Well, that and the fact that there were more than just a few
games they could play with each other.

“Holy shit.” She panted hard, her tone shaky. Julian decided
to leave well enough alone for now. With his hands under her shoulders, he
gently lifted her and lay back down until she was straddling him, now in the
dominant position.

“I promised to get you back for that ass-pinch,” he informed
her, a lazy, satisfied smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I’m not into
heavy games, so don’t get the wrong idea, but neither am I the sort to placidly
lie back and be walked all over. Just so you know.”

Liv nodded her head and licked her lips as she rubbed her
ass. He had not left any mark on her, but he imagined that the delicate area
stung slightly. Straddling him as she was, her pussy was open to him, and he
dipped a hand in once again to stroke her clit and collect some more of her
juices.

“That was…different,” she commented.

Julian raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Not unpleasant…maybe even a schoolgirl outfit and a game of
stern teacher and naughty student might not be amiss.”

Julian grinned wickedly at her and assented. “It’s my
birthday next month,” he suggested.

Liv smirked at him.

“Perfect,” she purred. “For now, however…”

“Agreed,” he replied promptly. Liv’s fist closed around him
and he hissed his approval of the motion. He jerked his hips upward and thrust
so hard into her hand that he nearly dislodged Liv from his waist.

He watched, entranced, as she slicked the pre-cum down from
his head and along his shaft, lubricating him. Assisting her, Julian planted
his hands on her hips and helped to tilt Liv’s pelvis to urge her on. Following
his lead, she lifted herself slightly, then lowered her body onto his shaft.

Simultaneously, they groaned, her cunt swallowing his long
shaft until she sat flush against his skin.

“Ride me, baby,” he said huskily. “Fuck yourself on me until
we both come.”

“Oh, Circe, Julian,” she mumbled and started to ride him in
a slow, grinding rhythm that had them both moaning.

“Your words alone could make me come,” Liv panted. “And
those eyes of yours—do you have any idea how hot your eyes are? How I can read
your lust and desire in them?”

“You’re an open book, baby,” he agreed. “You get this look
in your eyes that tells me you’re thinking of me taking you, claiming you,
possessing every inch of your body, and it makes me so hot and hard I nearly
can’t think for wanting you.”

Words ceased between them as they started to move faster.
Julian could feel his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet sheath. Liv
raised and lowered her body over him, and all too soon they were both sweating
as their flesh slapped lightly together. Julian reached up to palm her breasts
and mimicked her earlier motions.

Starting gently but working his way into harder and harder
manipulations of her nipples, he urged Liv on and aroused her until her face
and chest were passionately flushed from sexual hunger. His arousal boiled
hungrily in his stomach and balls, making his skin tingle and warning him he
would not last too much longer.

Julian lowered one of his hands from her breasts to start
stroking and lightly tweaking her clit. Liv’s head fell back and her red hair
rippled in waves down her back. Julian wished he could reach out and touch the
silky tendrils, but he didn’t have enough hands.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, babe.” He panted. Liv leaned down
so she could kiss him passionately, trapping his hands between their bodies.

“I want to watch you as you come,” she said huskily. “I want
to watch that surprise of first pleasure penetrate your eyes as you fuck me
hard and possess my body.”

Julian moaned, unable to think of anything coherent to say
to such a decadent, wicked comment. Their bodies came together harder and
faster as he pounded into her. At the last minute, he rolled them over on the
large bed and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Thrusting into
her, he penetrated her as deeply as he could. Liv’s eyes widened. He loved the
surprising intimacy that flowed between them now they were face-to-face and he
could watch every expression cross her gaze.

Pounding into her hard, using the force of his weight to
press even deeper into her body, Julian thrust inside his lover and claimed
every inch of her. He watched, entranced, as Liv’s back arched, her hair
spilling out over the covers. Her soft lips fell open and she screamed as her
body shook and clenched down as tight as a vise over his thrusting prick.

He pumped his cock hard into her, as deeply as he could
penetrate. Liv’s walls clamped down on him, making his progress even harder in
her tight pussy. He thrust once, then again, before his balls exploded and
light blinded him as he closed his eyes against the force of his climax.

Liv still screamed, her orgasm ripping through her body
until she hoarsely cut off her cries and Julian bellowed loudly as he poured
himself into her cunt. Jet after jet of hot seed shot from his prick, filling
her womb with his essence. Julian dug his fingers into her hips and rode out
his climax. Only after he had been wrung dry did he fall onto his side on the
large, soft bed.

They lay there together, silently panting to catch their
breath. Julian finally lifted his head and brushed damp curls away from Liv’s
face. She turned to him and smiled softly, a sated, happy expression stamped
all over her.

“That was worth waiting for,” she said huskily.

Julian nodded, silently agreeing. They shared the caresses,
tender looks and general euphoria of the afterglow.

“I’m glad we did that here,” he finally said. “If we’d done
that out in the front yard half my neighbors would have called the cops. I’m
sure Matt and Kelly, or even Will, would bail us out of jail, but damn it would
be embarrassing to explain.”

Liv laughed and turned onto her side before wrapping an arm around
Julian’s waist. “I’d love to see the cops’ faces when you called a black ops
captain down to bail you out. It might not be you who had to do some
embarrassing explaining,” she pointed out.

Julian saw her point and laughed.

He wrapped her in his arms and had to admit how very
right
Liv felt in his embrace. Julian knew in his heart and soul that he was meant to
be with this woman, now and for always.

Liv stretched languidly on Julian’s bed and finally rolled
out of his warm embrace. As she climbed from the bed, she felt the delicious
tiny pull of inner muscles that had been used and abused. She had that overall
glow of the well-fucked. She stood by the side of the bed and ran her fingers
through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail then wrapping it over itself
into a small, tight bun.

“Is it okay if I have a shower?” she asked her lover,
feeling faintly odd for doing so but figuring that just wandering off would be
rude. “I’d like to rinse some of the sweat off before we get some rest.”

Julian grinned lazily at her, looking rather like a
wonderfully muscled, sleek and well-satisfied cat. He idly ran a hand through
his hair and they watched one another, soaking in the novelty of visually
exploring each other’s naked bodies.

“Help yourself,” he replied, and pointed to a connecting
room. “Though I might join you in a minute or so, if that’s okay.”

Liv grinned and turned to walk to the bathroom. She wriggled
her ass enticingly as she did so, knowing without having to check that Julian
was watching her with hot gray eyes.

“You’re welcome to join me,” she replied, “though don’t wait
too long. I usually don’t linger in the shower.”

“Better be careful, or I’ll find something better for you to
do with that ass than tease me with it.” Julian laughed.

Liv paused, intrigued, but decided there wasn’t much he
could do that she wouldn’t be tempted by. She wriggled her ass even more as she
sashayed into the bathroom and half-closed the door behind her.

Julian laughed, but Liv wondered what exactly he had in
mind. Pondering, she opened the cubicle door, turned on the shower faucets and
adjusted the temperature until she was happy with it. She stepped in and closed
the door behind her, letting the water wash over her body and breathing deeply
of the warm steam, cleansing her lungs and letting the hot spray unkink the
knots in her muscles.