Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) (6 page)

He grinned. “Calorie free. Chicken parm is one of my specialties. I’d like to make it for you someday. You know, when we’re awake.”

She wiped her mouth and stood. “I think it’s time to end this. Sean, I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not interested. I don’t want to date an actor and I specifically don’t want to date you.” She turned, intending to leave.

Sean captured her wrist. “I see it’s time for the second half of the dream…”

And in that way that dreams have of doing, the scenery shifted abruptly.

Mystique lay on his bed naked. Sean spread her thighs wider. Her body was so eager for him that the moist lips of her pussy parted to reveal her plump clit. “So beautiful,” he crooned. “But you already know that, don’t you?” Not waiting for an answer, he bent and kissed her sensitive flesh. He licked her and moaned. “And tasty, too.”

Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. She bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him. He grinned up at her before taking her clit in his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. Her back arched off the mattress with each erotic stroke. “Oh, God, oh God,” she moaned as he began to suckle. She buried her fingers in her hair and gave herself over to him as he pleasured her pussy. He penetrated her with two fingers, plunging them deep and hard. Her belly and her cunt clenched in the sudden waves of her orgasm.

****

Mystique woke with a cry. Her nipples were tight buds. Her pussy was wet and aching to be fucked. “Damn you, Sean,” she hissed. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was almost two in the morning. She slid out of bed. Her legs were weak and shaky. She made her way to the bathroom and splashed water on her face with trembling fingers. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Following her mother’s advice held more appeal each day.

Why shouldn’t she do it? Simply let Sean fuck her and be done with it? If this was nothing more than a challenge for him, he’d leave her alone once he’d achieved his goal. And she could go back to her solitary but peaceful existence. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Resisting a repeat performance would be easy. He was bound to disappoint her sexually. Coasting on his good looks and his fame had undoubtedly made him a selfish lover. It probably wouldn’t even last long.

Yes, this was the way to go. She buried the thought that she might want to sleep with Sean. This was merely the means to an end. His room card key lay on her nightstand unused. He’d given it to her the day of the beach shoot with his usual invite. She’d given it back, but he’d had it delivered to her later that evening.

She picked up the key. Butterflies took wing in her tummy. Did she dare do this?

She slipped into a red satin robe and prepared herself to play the role of a lifetime.

Chapter Nine

Sean’s suite was quiet and dark when she let herself in. Mystique closed the door. “Sean?” Her voice came out as a whispered squeak. That would not do at all. She couldn’t allow him to see any weakness in her armor. Letting him fuck her would be difficult enough. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sean?”

She heard rustling. Her heart raced as she moved cautiously forward. Suppose he wasn’t alone? She ignored the pain in her chest that the thought caused. Catching him with another woman would be perfect. It would show him up to be the shameless playboy of his reputation. He’d know not to continue chasing her if that were to happen.

As she entered the bedroom, he flicked on the bedside light. “Mystique.” The sheets pooled about his waist, lovingly molding his bold erection. She ruthlessly tamped down the bubble of joy at finding him in bed alone.

“Did I wake you?” She knew the answer. He’d been in her dream. But she wanted to know if he’d lie to her.

He ignored her question. “Why are you here?”

“You invited me, remember?” She undid the sash on her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Crimson satin pooled at her feet.

He groaned and his pupils enlarged. He eyed her leisurely, his gaze pausing at her breasts and the juncture of her thighs before returning to her face. His voice was husky as he said, “As I recall, you turned me down.”

“And you want to quibble about this
now
?”

“No.” He opened his arms to her. “Come to me.”

She crossed to his side of the bed and he pulled her down across him. She landed on her back. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He teased her tight nipples, barely grazing the sensitive tips with the flat of his hand. Her breath left her in a hiss and her back arched involuntarily. “You don’t know how much I want you.” He studied her face. “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

He peppered her mouth with light teasing kisses before nibbling her earlobe. He found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck that had her panting. When he suckled her nipples, she’d had enough. The quicker this was done, the better. “You don’t have to do that. I’m ready.”

“I want to do this. And more.” Sean cupped her knee. His fingers made their way up to the apex of thighs. He palmed her pussy and her breath hitched. “Since the scene we did, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about tasting you—for real.”

It was too close to her dream for her to withstand seeing his head buried between her legs. “No, I can’t wait.”

Sean arched a brow. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

He smiled. “Just checking.” He rolled over and stood with his back to her. He opened the nightstand drawer. She heard the tearing of plastic and was relieved. She hadn’t thought to bring condoms but she definitely needed the added barrier between them.

When he turned, she got her first good look at him. She wet her lips nervously. His cock was big. Huge. It was
then that the first stirring
of doubt niggled its way into her brain. He wasn’t just large in inches. He was also thick. She swallowed. He smiled. Bastard! He liked frightening her.

She shook her hair back and challenged him with her look. She had some difficulty holding onto her defiance as he covered her. He rubbed his cock over her entrance briefly before fitting himself to her, and then he began thrusting himself home. “Spread your legs wider.”

She spread her legs as far as she could. She would not cry. She would not. Her portal was weeping with want, but his entry was still difficult. She bit her lip to hold in a whimper as he entered her more deeply.

“Look at me.” As her eyes met his, he buried himself to the hilt. The pleasure was so strong that she almost begged him to stop. He filled her completely.
So deep in my belly
, she thought. And then he began to fuck her
, roughly making his way through her tight tissues, molding her pussy to his cock
.

He buried his face in her neck. His hands cupped her hips, tilting them into his thrusts and holding her steady for his intense fucking. Her breasts bounced from the force of his exertions. She was very aware of the tingling sensations in her nipples as they grazed his chest.

Her body was tightening far too swiftly. The coil in her belly was growing at an alarming rate. Each thrust of his body into hers was pushing her to a frightening peak.
In and out, over and over, he claimed her.
She had been wrong to think that she could withstand sex with him without succumbing to her own orgasm. He was moving faster and harder.
Dear, God
. Her toes were starting to curl. She gritted her teeth. She had to survive this.

“Stop!” She pushed at his shoulders. “Stop! Please, God, Sean, please stop!”

His growl was savage. “What?” He pulled back a fraction so that he could see her face. His breathing was ragged. “If you’re trying to change your mind, it’s too late. I don’t have the willpower to pull out.” His voice was guttural, much deeper than usual.
His eyes flashed brightly for a brief second, revealing his true nature. It signaled a loss of control that he could allow such a slip.

“No, it’s not that. I just need some time to catch my breath.”

His expression was incredulous. “Catch your breath? You were close.”

What could she tell him that he would believe? She couldn’t tell him the truth. She’d never had any intentions of finding pleasure in his bed. She’d merely wanted to give him what he wanted so he would leave her alone. “I was feeling overwhelmed,” she whispered.

“Good sex can do that to you.” Sean was done talking. He drove his cock into her particularly hard.
She cried out with shock and pleasure.

He wasn’t gentle with her at all. He hooked her knees over his elbows so that she was spread wide for him. His thrusts were so powerful they lifted her hips from the mattress. Within moments, she was in danger of going over the edge again.
No, please, God, no
.

He flicked her clit. She bucked and screamed as her climax crashed over her. He rode her through it, his repeated deep, triumphant rasps of “Yes!” ringing in her ears. She whipped her head back and forth trying to bring the world back into focus. The spasms in her cunt went on continuously as Sean plowed her as deeply and strongly as his muscled body would allow. She was near to coming again before he found his pleasure.

She was trembling. Tears were running down her cheeks, her pleasure had been so intense. Sean pulled out, removed the used condom and donned another. Dear God, he was still hard. He flipped her over onto her belly and positioned her hips. She was too weak from the sensations coursing through her to protest. And then he was fucking her again. Even harder and deeper in this position. She gripped the sheets, crying out as he took her pussy.

“Whose pussy is this, Mystique?”

“You don’t own me.”

“Yeah?” He swiveled his hips in a wicked move that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He cupped her mound with one hand, his finger slipping over her slick clit. The other hand cupped one of her breasts, tugging and pulling on her nipple. “Who’s pussy?”

It was all she could do to control in her moans. She didn’t know how much more she could take. He stopped suddenly, pulling free of her. She fell to the side and placed a protective hand over her well-used pussy. Her nipples were hard and so close to bursting into ecstasy, as was her cunt. Why had he stopped?

“No, no.” He tugged her hand from her crotch. “Mine.” He fell on her, nipping and sucking her nipples. While he suckled one, his hand tormented the other.

He parted her thighs with his knee and took her again. When would he be done with her? This time, his movements were slow circles of his hips. Combined with his feasting on her breasts, it was an effective strategy to drive her crazy.

“This is my pussy. Mine.”

“No,” she gasped.

He smiled. “No? Watch my pussy come for me.” He rolled onto his back without breaking his deep penetration of her sheath. “Fuck me.”

She glared at him. No way was she going to actively pleasure him. She’d take as much as he could dish out, but she wasn’t going to fuck him. She started to rise. He placed his hands on her hips and drove up into her. She couldn’t keep in her startled cry as he skewered her on his
deliciously hard
shaft. Sean laughed breathlessly. “You’re so hot for me. Why do you keep denying it?” He bucked beneath her. His hands on her hips kept her moving on his thick rod. She bit her lip to keep any more sounds at bay. “Your pussy is so sweet. Feels so good.
So much better than I ever dreamed.
You could have me begging for it, but you won’t own your own power.”

His words sounded
sim
ilar to words she’d heard from her family
. She wet her lips and lowered her hands to his slick shoulders. She worked her lower body in hard circles. She’d
taken belly dancing lessons for a movie last year
. She used everything she’d learned to give Sean the fuck of a lifetime.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. He rocked with her. “Ride my dick. Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”

“Shut. Up.” She squeezed her pelvic muscles over him, causing them both to moan. She held him tightly as she continued to give him everything she had. She climaxed suddenly
when he took her clit between his fingers and tugged
. Sean growled and held her still on him, his shaft buried to the hilt. She felt him swelling and knew he was coming. She dropped to his chest. They were both slick with sweat. His hand stroked her back. She listened as his heartbeat returned to normal. “I have to go.”

“Why? We’re not done. We’ve got an ownership matter to settle.”

****

Why had she challenged him? She should have just agreed that it was his pussy from the start. She could barely drag herself out of his bed. He’d fucked her until she’d finally said yes, yes, it was his pussy, all his. No, she wouldn’t let any other man fuck her. She didn’t know what else she’d agreed to as he’d ridden her pussy well into dawn.

Even then, shortly after falling into a nearly oblivious slumber, she’d awakened to find him sucking her clit. He’d eaten her until she’d called his name. That was another of his demands. With each orgasm, she was to say his name. Domineering, egotistical bastard.

Her thigh muscles and her pussy were sore.
Her legs would barely
hold her as she bent to pick up her robe. She gave Sean’s still form one last glance before leaving his suite to return to her own. She made a beeline for the shower.

Her plan, born out of desperation, hadn’t been well thought out, she reflected as the soap and water washed away Sean’s scent. She’d stupidly assumed that he wouldn’t be able to please her. She’d never been easy to bring to orgasm. Her plan had been to give him a hot night of sex and hopefully be rid of him forever. What she hadn’t counted on was her own out of control reaction to the man.

It frightened her that she might be his soul mate.
She
wanted to dismiss the idea but i
t could explain why she was so attracted to him.

Last night had definitely been a mistake.
S
he’d never be able to forget the incomparable sensation of having her body joined with his.