Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) (6 page)

“What? Wait… This isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” he protested as he lost control of the situation.

“Kiss me like you want me come, Kurraine. Show me what I’m missing.” Her face hovered only an inch away. Her breath caressed his still-heated lips.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Scared, Kurraine? Don’t you want to win this bet?” Her eyes narrowed, and the dare hung in her hazel depths.

“Never backed off from a dare in my life. You asked for this.” Unable to tell her that her actions had thrown him off, he reached up and grabbed her head, letting his fingers sink into the silken tresses he’d dreamed of holding. He took from her lips, starting off slow with gentle pecks and slides before going deeper and pressing his mouth to hers to twine and glide against her tongue. She moaned and pressed herself against him. Her breasts pillowed against his chest. Even with her flimsy top and her bra, he could feel the peaks of her nipples. He kissed her until the rest of the room faded away and only she existed, until his lungs burned and his brain screamed for air. Only then did he pull away, taking a breath and moving in for more.

The kiss turned hungry, primal, needy, filled with so many emotions it became difficult to keep his head straight. He lost track of time as his teeth scraped over her bottom lip before laving the hurt with his tongue. When she ground against him, he responded by rolling his hips, showing her what she could have if she asked for it. And he was sure she would. Once more he pulled back, but this time, he placed his hands on her hips and gave them a squeeze.

“No, no, enough.” He felt a damp spot on his boxers.

“You surrendering, Kurraine?” She licked her lips, drawing his attention to her bruised and reddened flesh.

He brushed her swollen bottom lip with his thumb. Just the sight made him want to cover her in love bites, mark her as his, but instead, he pulled back. “No, just testing the waters.”

“Testing the waters, huh?” She snorted.

He refused to shake his head yes or no. Wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

She pulled back but didn’t get off his lap. She reached down and cupped his denim-covered erection. “So, this is just what? Your reaction to breathing? The queen alien bitch? Dust motes?” She gave him a mild squeeze. “Well?”

He let out a strangled laugh when she did it again. Sweat beaded on his brow as she kneaded him with the palm of her hand. Pleasurable shocks rocketed up and down his shaft and from his toes to his head. Everything in him wanted to move into that touch, to undo his fly, take out his hardened cock, and let her have at him, but much to his irritation, that wasn’t the way the game was going to go. His inner competitive streak raised its ugly head.

“Unless you want me to blow my top right here and now?” He waited for the words to sink in.

She released him, without treating the situation like she’d touched a hot stove, and backed off until she stood before him. She ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do or where to go.”

He reached out and grabbed her hands, holding them until she lifted her gaze to stare into his eyes. “You think this is easy for me? You felt my hard-on? I want more than anything to take you to bed right now, but if I did that, this could become awkward and you would back off and we’d return to where we were before, with tension between us. I know you. So with that, I think movie night is over, okay?”

A stubborn glint came into her eyes, and she pressed her lips together.

He tugged on her hands. “Okay?”

“No, I’m not ready for this to be over. Pick another movie.” She lifted her chin, daring him to nix the idea.

“You sure? You don’t need time to decompress?” He wanted to make sure she wasn’t pushing herself to spend time with him just because she didn’t want things to be awkward.

“I want this. I can’t keep running away from you. So pick a movie.”

He released her hands, stood up, and made his way to the TV, happy that she wasn’t going to hide from him. But later would be another matter. As surreptitiously as he could, he adjusted his erection, but he doubted anything but a quick jerk-off session would alleviate his state of being. This would be one of many times, he was sure of that.

Chapter Six

Tianna lay in bed. Tingles raced along her thighs and her sex. Her nipples pulsed, demanding attention. Cold air from the AC system permeated the thin material of her tank top, doing nothing to stave off the need flooding her body. Ugh, Alexi. She couldn’t go to him to finish what they’d started in the living room. Despite the flirtation and bet, she had mixed feelings about just giving in and going with the flow. It was nice to know how he felt, but there was no way she was sacrificing their friendship to give in to lust, so she was on her own.

She got off the bed and padded across the room, taking care to tread as lightly as she could. Alexi may be a heavy sleeper, but he’d not be asleep yet. She pulled open a drawer and extracted her bag of sex toys. There had been no expectation for the week except to hang out with her best friend. This had always been their yearly no-lovers-or-significant-others week for them. No drama or forced interaction, just a chance to catch up and bond. Now sexual tension had come between them. Damn New Year’s Eve and giving in to desire and the awkward eight months of not discussing that night or confronting what had been happened.

She needed something to get the job done quickly. She brought her bag over to the bed and dumped out its contents, wincing at the clattering sound before turning on the little nightstand lamp.

She tiptoed over and checked out in the hall, pausing to listen for any movement or any indication that he was awake. Nothing. She shut the door and went back to her bed. After sorting through her options, she chose her favorite vibrator: purple with a detachable clit stimulator with thrusting and gyrating capabilities. She restored everything to her bag excerpt for the dildo and a bottle of lube.

Anticipation lit up her nerve endings. The tingles that raced along her inner thighs increased. Her cream dampened her pussy, soaking her panties. She climbed onto the bed, more than ready to sate some of the heated desire coasting through her body. After settling against her pillows, she grabbed a few tissues, put them next to her before she picked up the sex toy and placed it on her lap. She grabbed the lube, flicked up the top, and squeezed out a dollop before shutting the lid and putting the bottle on the nightstand. The cool gel was a soothing contrast to her warm skin. She grasped the dildo’s handle. The weight and rattle reminded her that it wasn’t real. A ping of sadness bounced around her chest. She wished that she could smell the woodsy, spicy cologne he used, the simple fresh soap, his sweat-dampened skin. Unable to put the dildo down, she scooted off the bed and padded over to the dresser once more, pulled open a drawer, and tugged out one of his old jerseys. She always kept one along with a bottle of his cologne for the moments when loneliness overwhelmed her and she needed to be near him in any way she could.

With her hip, she shut the drawer and padded back to her bed, climbed up, and settled down once more. Just having the jersey near her gave her some comfort. She spread her legs, letting the jersey brush against her skin once. Her mind painted a picture of the last time he’d worn it. Just after he’d been traded to the Prowlers. The silver, purple, and black symbol of the hammer on the front had become chipped and faded. He’d smiled at her, that grin that turned her knees to jelly. Even now a slight weakening drifted down her legs. A flush filled her face, slipped along her throat, and cascaded across her chest. Her nipples tightened, setting off sparks. She squirmed, unable to keep still. Her vaginal walls rippled, and more of her cream leaked onto her inner thighs.

With her free hand, she reached up and cupped her breast. She imagined it was Alexi’s hand on her globe. His roughened palm pressed against the silken warmth of her flesh. A ripple of electricity shot from her nipple straight to her clit. She bucked her hips off the bed, suspended in sensation for a moment before sitting back down and parting her legs wide. Electricity danced along her limbs. She knew if Alexi had been with her, he would take his time, plumping the full mound, admiring the way it overflowed his hands, teasing the thick peak with pinches, rolls, and tugs. She moaned, arching her back, giving herself up to the pleasure and pain. Needing more stimulation, she flicked on the vibrator to the lowest setting and touched it to her nipple. She hissed as the vibrations increased her desire.

“Alexi,” she moaned. She ran her fingernails across her chest in a soft rake that would leave no marks to the other globe. The slight burn only enhanced the feelings buzzing through her. She repeated her actions on her other breast until both tips were too tender to touch. The cold breeze drifted across her chest, setting off a shower of sparks. She moved her touch from the center of her cleavage, over her abdomen to circle her belly button before drifting across her stomach, scratching the skin, imagining it to be Alexi’s stubble or the velvety rasp of his tongue.

She viewed the world through a narrow slit of dark lashes, painting the room in shadow with spots where the moonlight silvered the room. Sweat slipped down her brow, coated her chest and stomach. Her body temperature increased with each swipe of her nails. She followed the path of her free hand with the vibrator, allowing the gentle pulses to increase her fervor. Her breathing hitched as her the smooth head passed over her mound. She licked her lips as her need reached a new level. In her desire-soaked mind, one damning thought nudged some of her need away.
Damn Alexi. Why couldn’t he have just given in to me?

She shook her head and ignored the rebuke and concentrated on what would come next. Her hand shook as she parted her thickened labia, the slick flesh fever hot. Her clit throbbed for attention. The needy bundle of nerves jumped as her fingertips passed over the head. With sure touches, she stroked and traced along her slit and around her entrance, sinking her fingers as far as the first ring of muscle before pulling back. Just a tease for now. She continued to trace and torment her pussy until she reached the edge. She shut her eyes and lay back, getting comfortable before she touched the flared head of her dildo to her nether lips. The gentle quivering stimulated the nerve endings, sending a shock wave from her clit through her body. Her toes curled. Her breath stalled. She gritted her teeth to stave off the rising tide.

In her mind’s eye, it wasn’t the warm plastic that touched her pussy but the head of Alexi’s penis. The thick crown dragged along the seam. White-hot desire rose, threatening to engulf her.
Don’t want to climax just yet
. In her fantasy, Alexi had come to her, explored her body, bet forgotten in the heat of passion. Now he hovered above her, ready to fuck her senseless. She tilted her hips up and pressed the tip of the vibrator to her opening and pushed it in slowly, taking her time. No rush. She kept her vulva parted with her index and ring finger, using her middle finger to stimulate her clit with brief taps and rubs. The deeper the toy was pushed, the more pulses she felt radiating through her.

She sucked in air through clenched teeth as she worked the vibrator in and out with shallow thrusts at first. Her hand became slippery with sweat. Pearls of water glided over her body, making it feel as if thousands of fingers slid along her skin with each shift. Her vaginal muscles bore down on the device, relaxing and pulling it deeper with each retreat and return. In her mind, it was Alexi pushing and withdrawing within her. His name became a chant on her lips, begging her absent lover to fuck her harder.

When she could no longer continue to hold onto the vibrator, the flip of a switch turned the sex toy into what she needed. The dildo fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, nudging her closer to climax, but left her hanging. She tapped another button, and the clit stimulator came to life, flicking and beating against the thickened nub. With her hands free, she massaged her breasts as she dug her heels into the mattress. She climbed higher and higher, so close to the peak, just a little more, and she would be there. Tianna pinched and held her nipples. Arcs of lightening shot straight to her clit, lighting up her body, shorting out her nerve endings. She came, crying out Alexi’s name as she became swept up in a maelstrom of fire, pleasure that bordered on tormenting. When she came back down, limp arms and legs lay on the bed, too heavy to move for a moment.
Damn, Alexi. This bet better be worth it.

Chapter Seven

Alexi leaned against the door, biting his lip. He fisted his thick erection through his cotton boxers. A damp patch on the fabric showed him he shouldn’t have stayed once he realized what she’d been doing.

“Alexi.” Her low, husky moan tugged at something inside him.

Tianna was alone, using what he assumed to be a vibrator, fantasizing about him. His free hand shook as he reached for the handle, ready to burst in and help get her off, only to have his earlier words rise up like a wet blanket, coating him in shame and disappointment. He stifled a moan and stood still, caught between going in or taking a cold shower before binge watching TV shows that had nothing to do with porn. Maybe something in the vein of true crime; maybe that would scare the shit out of his needy cock.

With a deep breath, he took one step back, followed by another until he was far enough away that he could give her doorway wide berth. Like a flash, he grabbed some cookies and water from the kitchen and headed back to his room. He took a quick ice-cold shower and dried off before he settled into bed.

He put on his earphones and selected some program dealing with serial killers. As soon as the voice-over announced the killer had an obsession with brunettes, Alexi closed the window and tried something else. His rampant erection had died down, but he didn’t want to try his luck. He gorged on cookies, not caring that he was getting crumbs on the bedsheets and what would happen if ants got in. All he needed was a few more hours before he could take another shower and wash the sheets at a time that wouldn’t seem suspicious or make her think he’d lost his mind.