Page 32 of Vibes

A strangled cry escapes me when he shifts and his tongue licks at my pussy, making me jump before I start rubbing myself against his mouth. He moans, his hands locking on my thighs so he can hold me in place while his tongue dives inside me.

I throw my head back, feeling his muscles flex as he keeps me balanced. At this angle I can stand on my toes and rock against his face, making my legs quiver as he devours me. Lachlan eats me like a starving man, his tongue sliding from inside me to toy with the piercing through my clit before repeating the process. It makes my whole body tighten with anticipation, needing more, more, more.

“Not on your tongue,” I gasp, my eyes rolling as I try to focus. “On your cock.”

He pulls back just far enough I can feel his breath against my pussy. “No Iris, I need you to say the whole thing. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

I bite my lip, only hesitating for a moment before his tongue teases me again and any form of protest dissolves. “I want to cum on your cock not your tongue.”

“That’s a good girl,” he growls, and I yelp when he shifts, lifts me, and throws my now naked but dry self backward onto the bed. I bounce a little when I land, flattening my hands to push me upright at the same time that Lachlan strips.

He throws off the shirt, and I’m almost offended that he put on so much to begin with. The sweats follow, his underwear coming off in the same motion, until he’s as naked as I am. His cock juts out proudly, the tip dripping precum as it bobs between us.

He strokes himself once before he goes for the bedside table, pulling out a condom. While he’s focused on that, I lean forward and drag my tongue across the wet tip of his dick, enjoying the way he half gasps, half hisses at the feel.

“If I fuck your mouth first, we’ll be up until dawn,” Lachlan teases, and there’s an edge in his voice. Maybe it’s nerves, because he still thinks there’s somehow a possibility that he’ll still be stuck as a sex toy tomorrow. I hold his fate in my hands, but I’m not interested in making him pay for anything anymore. I just want to enjoy him.

Curse or not he’ll still be a sex toy. But this time, he’ll be just my toy.

Scooting down the bed as he undoes the wrapper, I spread my legs as his gaze hungrily drinks me in. “You can twist me up however you want tomorrow. Right now, I want to feel how big you are, everywhere. I want to feel crushed beneath you.”

Lachlan moans as he slides the condom on, stroking his length again before he leans over me. I know there are so many other delicious ways he could fuck me but right now I just want to be pounded into this mattress.

He wastes no time, slamming one hand down on the mattress near my shoulder at the same time as he lines his cock up so, as his weight drives him down, he slams inside my body and fills me in one, long stroke.

I scream, my body opening for him with little resistance. I’m so damn wet, and the feel of Lachlan is all-consuming, it’s hard to even recall how horribly my morning began. Wrapping my legs behind his back I cling to him as Lachlan fucks me, pounding me down into the bed until I feel like he’s crushing me.

My toes curl as the sensation, nails tearing his back up with long red scratches as he drills into me. He stays balanced up on one hand, the other diving between us to play with my clit and tease the piercing.

“I may not have known you very well before, wallflower,” he growls, shifting to grip one of my hips so he can adjust our angle. It sends his cock even deeper inside me and I buck harder against him, the angle giving him perfect access to my G-spot. “But you’re never going to find someone better than me.”

I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a threat, and I sure as hell don’t care when he gives the piercing a little twist that lights up stars behind my eyes. Holy shit. I use the piercing for added stimulation, but the way Lachlan gently twists it between his fingers at just the right moment makes me think I’m seriously missing out on the possibilities of this thing.

I swear I black out for a moment, this orgasm feeling so much more intense than any of the others before. He’s not simply being used this time: he’s controlling and guiding me through the experience. Usually, I have to maintain control to feel any sort of pleasure or safety, but I’m quickly learning that’s not the case with my hockey player.

Panting, I grip him tight as he pounds into me through the orgasm, muttering nonsense to him as he continues to fuck me. “There. Right there. Please God, keep hitting right there!”

“You mispronounced Lachlan,” he grunts, and I reach up and scratch my nails through his scalp for that one. The added sting of pain and his following hiss must be enough to send him over the edge too, and he bends and digs his teeth into the juncture between my neck and throat before his hips finally still. He stays buried inside me as I gasp, stretching for him.

This is the only moment I want to remember from today.

As we come down from the high, with my arms still locked around Lachlan, I want to stay in this moment forever. I want to keep holding on, pretend that all the problems outside his bedroom don't exist and let him keep fucking me into eternity. Surely he has more condoms and other fun toys; I could go for rounds two and three as soon as I regain my breath.

But that doesn't happen. He releases a sigh once I feel him softening inside me, pulling back even as I hold on.

He twists his head kissing my jaw. "Wallflower."

I blow out a breath before letting him go, sinking back into the sheets again. I should feel happy. We’re comfortable and safe here, and now that I’ve had an orgasm as Cora’s spell crudely stated…

I can break the spell.

Taking a breath as Lachlan tosses the condom in a nearby trash can, I meet his gaze once he turns back. "I forgive you."

He half smirks, pacing the length of the room back to me. He grabs my hand, kissing the back of my knuckles. "I didn't apologize yet."

"Then make it a good one," I say, and he sits down on the bed beside me, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I'm sorry I never looked twice at you," he admits, kissing the inside of my wrist. "That I couldn't see you as more than a wallflower."