Some Like it Wicked (4 page)

He slowly ran the flower up her forearm and moved the petals
over her flesh so gently, but intent and focused. As if he knew exactly where
to place the flower to rouse her. By the time he reached her shoulder, her eyes
had fluttered closed, her breath had deepened and when he tickled her jawline
she moaned.

After he slid the flower over her lips in a slow sweep, he
withdrew the petals and she opened her eyes. His face was mere inches from hers
and he stared at her mouth. When he looked into her eyes, he grinned. “Very
nice, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, incredible.” He offered her the flower and she
accepted the dahlia, raising it to her nose and inhaling the sweet aroma
without taking her eyes off him. Under his wicked stare, heat burned through
her veins, pooling low in her belly. She did nothing to hide her desire for
him.

His eyes turned molten as he murmured, “Bryanna, tell me
what you want.”

“You,” she whispered.

With a look that belonged to the devil himself, Zeke didn’t
hesitate; he leaned in and sealed his mouth over hers. Cupping her face in his
strong hands, he licked his tongue across her mouth and she opened for him.

The demon had mastered the art of kissing. Every soft swipe
of his tongue and gentle press of his lips against hers made her pussy ache. As
if he read her need, he nudged her thighs open and closed in on her body. His
hard cock pressed against her sensitive clit and she squirmed against him,
overwhelmed by desire.

He gave a final swirl of her tongue before he sucked her
bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. At the sting of sensual pain rushing
through her, she quivered and her panties were now uncomfortably wet. She
rubbed her clit against his cock and flickers of heat rushed into her mound,
making her moan.

With a deep chuckle, he broke the kiss and stared intently
into her eyes. “Are you ready to play with fire, little witch?”

“Make me burn.”

Chapter Four

Zeke didn’t know what had cemented Bryanna’s decision to act
on her desires, but he didn’t care. The lust burning in her gaze was what
mattered to him. Trailing his finger along the same path he had made with the
flower, he slid his touch up her silky arm and little shivers escaped her. He
kept his gaze fixated on her and he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off her now,
not when the remnants of her reservations had vanished.

The stroke of the flower had been a purposeful move and he
suspected caressing her element against her creamy flesh would arouse her.
Perhaps that simple gesture was what pushed her over the edge, making her
forget he was a demon. Or maybe no one had touched her in that manner before.
He assumed it was the latter and he would happily touch her any way she wanted.

Once at her shoulder, he danced his fingers along her
collarbone, then trailed over the curve of her breast. Her eyes fluttered
closed and her cheeks flamed beautifully as a soft whisper spilled from her
lips. Even to be touched in such a manner seemed foreign to her, only
confirming to him that he needed to progress at a slow pace.

She was using him right now to make herself feel better and
he wasn’t blind to that fact. Not that he minded, he’d take whatever time she
granted him. As he continued to explore her flesh, his cock hardened to steel
in his pants. “You’re a very beautiful witch, Bryanna.”

Her long sigh followed, as well as a sexy little shiver.

This witch seemed destined to be touched by him. Every move
he made, she responded. Every breath she took ended on a low moan. He couldn’t
stand the distance any longer and brought his mouth to hers.

Even how she kissed him wasn’t awkward or uneducated, but
she simply allowed him to lead the way and accepted what he gave to her. She,
beneath his mouth, made him want to do wicked things. Not steal souls, but do
wicked things to
her
.

She wiggled against him and his cock strained against the
zipper in his pants, reminding him he wasn’t nearly as naked as he wanted. He
allowed her to stroke her clit against his hard dick, making her pussy wet and
hot for him.

Soon, though, he became impatient in his own need and broke
the kiss. He trailed kisses along her chin to her neck, where he nibbled her
flesh, searching for her secret spots. Her flowery yet earthy scent rushed
through his nostrils and the feel of her warm skin against his mouth stirred a
low growl from his throat.

A tug on his shirt indicated she’d grabbed him and then her
fingers were against his stomach, exploring his torso. He tensed as her sweet
hands stroked him, learning all the valleys of his muscles.

Sliding her hands over his chest, she made her way gingerly
up to his shoulders and her touch was beyond pleasure. She didn’t simply feel
him, she explored, as if she were imprinting his body to her memory. Needing
more of her caresses and wanting to show her what she admired, he backed away
and removed his shirt.

Her eyes blazed. “Blessed Be.”

Licking her lips, she traced along every curve of his arms,
as if she were blind and needed the visual. Zeke wasn’t blind and he had run
out of patience. He wouldn’t wait any longer to see every beautiful inch of
her. “You’ve had your fun,” he stated. “Now it’s my turn.”

With a naughty twinkle in her eyes, she lowered her hands
and turned sideways on the swing. A light breeze swept through her garden,
rustling the flowers and also her long hair. He gathered her long locks and
placed them over her shoulder. Trailing his finger down her neck to the bottom
of her corset, he hurried to untie it. He had found putting it on her
incredibly arousing; now he cursed the damn garment.

After what seemed to be a lifetime, he finally pulled the
ribbon away from the hole in the back and the corset fell forward onto her lap.
Without pause, she turned to face him and his gaze drifted to her breasts.

He groaned.

“Do you like what you see?”

He heard a slight nervousness in her voice, but she had no
reason to be shy. Her perky breasts were a perfect handful, just how he liked
it. “I do indeed.” Unable to stop himself, he cupped her breasts, then slid his
touch toward her tiny, taut nipples. As he pinched the buds between his
fingers, she gasped, arching into his hold.

Understanding her reaction completely, since he hung on the
very edge of his control, he dropped his hands. “Stand up.”

She complied and her dark hair fell over her shoulders,
curtaining those breasts. The dangerous, demonic side of him wanted to rip the
remainder of her clothing off, flip her over in the swing, and pound into her
ruthlessly from behind. But no, Bryanna needed—deserved—more than that. At
least the first time he fucked her. The second time, he wouldn’t make such a
promise.

With his head directly in front of her crotch, he yanked her
closer and then reached around and lowered the zipper on her skirt. He pulled
the fabric over her hips and let it fall to the ground, paying it no attention.
His entire focus centered on her black lace panties and how beautiful she
looked in them. Too bad he didn’t intend to keep her in them long.

“Simply sinful,” he murmured.

She sat back down on the swing and he helped her out of her
boots. Once he removed her socks, he picked up her foot and kissed each toe
without taking his eyes off her. When he massaged the sole of her foot, she
pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and hummed.

He gave the other foot equal attention before he kissed his
way up her calf, sometimes licking her flesh and other times taking little
bites toward what he craved to nibble most—her sweet pussy that he could
already smell and hungered to taste.

On his journey, she widened her thighs and stared at him
beneath hooded eyelids. Her breath came out in heady pants and he wouldn’t
tease her, he only wanted her to burn with desire.

She was there.

With her spread wide, he shifted on his knees and leaned in
toward her, then, with his gaze on her face, he licked along the outside edge
of her thong. Her eyes darkened and she gasped, trembling beneath his tongue.

He flicked his tongue along the other side of her inner
thigh and she swirled her hips in a desperate plea.

Not yet, beautiful.

He pressed soft kisses against her abdomen until he reached
those stunning tits. Sliding his tongue under the curve, he gave a firm lick
upward until he took her taut nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, and with
a hand on his shoulder, she all but shoved her breasts into his face.

Responsive and greedy—he loved both those qualities.

Forcing her to stay put, he grasped her rib cage, pinning
her to the swing. After a long hard pull on her nipple, he released it, but
immediately latched onto the other. As he swirled his tongue around the bud,
her head dropped back and she quaked beneath his hand trapping her.

He might not have wanted to rush this, but his rock-hard cock
reminded him he wanted her badly. Releasing her nipple, he kissed back down her
stomach, keeping his hand pressed against her ribs to hold her still. By the
time he reached her pussy, her scent intoxicated him and his cock twitched. He
licked her over the top of her panties and she ground herself against his
tongue.

Tucking his thumb into the side of her panties, he pushed
the lace aside, exposing her beautiful cunt. He zeroed in on soft, dark
well-kept curls and the dampness around her slit. Needing to taste her
excitement, he licked up her lower lips, lapping up the moisture that had
gathered there.

Sweet. Delectable. Perfection.

He slid his tongue up and down her folds, she panted and
wiggled her hips. He heard her silent request and settled his mouth over her
clit. There, he played, flicked the little bud, sucked deeply and pulled it
between his teeth. Her thighs resting against his head trembled around him, her
fingernails dug into his scalp and her pants now turned into raspy moans.

With her quivering under his tongue, he sucked on her clit
as he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. Angling his fingers, he rested
against her G-spot and rubbed the sensitive spot.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my…yes.”

Holding her gaze, he flicked at her clit rapidly and thrust
his fingers inside of her, demanding her orgasm. Her slick heat tightened
around his fingers, yet hung there, and if she thought she wouldn’t come
tonight, she thought wrong.

He stood, grasped her hips and pulled her toward him,
placing her bottom on the very edge of the swing. He pushed both of her thighs
back against her torso and gestured to them. “Hold your legs for me—nice and
wide.”

After she wrapped her arms around her thighs, exposing
herself to him completely, he caressed her hot little cunt. “You’re very wet,
Bryanna.”

“Yeeessss,” she breathed.

“All wet and excited for
me
.” He inserted two fingers
and stroked twice, finding his angle.

A low, seductive moan hummed from her throat and her eyes
rolled into the back of her head. Each thrust he offered her earned him another
whine of desperation. Drawing in a deep breath, he thrust his fingers, hard and
fast, up and down.

Her eyes snapped open and her scream empowered his demonic
side. With her inner muscles convulsing against his movements, wetness coated
his fingers and she went wild beneath him. Pinning her with a hand on her
stomach, he didn’t relent until her screaming became whimpers and he couldn’t
possibly draw any more cum from her.

Withdrawing his fingers, he rubbed her soaked pussy, moving
up toward her clit. When she quivered at the contact on her clit, he chuckled.
Her head had fallen back during her orgasm and he gave her the time she needed
to recover.

Many minutes passed while his cock pressed painfully against
his zipper.

“Oh…my…elements,” she gasped between deep, labored breaths.
She finally lowered her head and her makeup trailed down her cheeks, but he’d
never seen a woman look so beautiful—well used by him.

He liked her that way.

With a smile that shouldn’t belong to someone so innocent,
but mirrored a female demon, she slid off the swing and lowered onto her knees
before him. She gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes, her hair trailing
over one shoulder and the rest along her back, and he groaned.

Her puffy lips were still turned up in a devilish grin as
she brushed across his cock. “You might have been damned, but here,” she
squeezed his hard-on, “you’re certainly blessed.”

His only response was a grunt as she reached for his belt,
unclipped it and then lowered the zipper of his pants. A second later, his
pants pooled at his feet and she had his cock in her hand. She trailed her
fingers lightly up and down, stroking him twice before leaning in and circling
her tongue over the tip.

When she took him into her mouth, he moaned, shutting his
eyes. Her mouth was so wet, so warm, so perfect. Forcing himself to admire the
view, he looked back down at her as she bobbed on his cock, her eyes locked on
his.

Raising his hand, he caressed her cheek with his knuckles,
knowing he might have thought this was about her, the need to see her undone,
but now he believed it was going to be him that became unraveled.

Bryanna stared at the beautiful cock in her hand, licking
her lips in anticipation. Zeke was much bigger than Layton, both in length and girth.
He kept his pubic hair trimmed with enough hair to declare he was a man—a
smokin’ hot demon.

Keeping her gaze on him, she slid her tongue over his shaft
in a slow lick, inhaling his scent that reminded her of burned spices. She
wondered if the tantalizing aroma was due to his demonic nature or his cologne.
Whatever the reason, she savored his musk as much as she did the flowery scents
around her.

The skin along his shaft was smooth, veins lined the sides
of his cock and she could feel the blood pumping beneath her mouth. As she
continued to tease him with her tongue, he grunted and his reaction stirred her
desires to pleasure him blind. Taking him deep into her throat, she enjoyed the
growly noises he made.

Encouraged by his dark, seductive gaze on her, she ran her
tongue up his shaft and licked the slit, drawing salty, warm pre-cum into her
mouth. Not wasting his delectable taste, she licked again, gathering up
everything he offered to her. Placing his erection against his stomach,
mesmerized by how far it reached toward his bellybutton, she held it there and
sank lower to tickle his testicles with a flick of her tongue. When she kissed
along the tight ball, his loud ragged breath echoed across the night air,
making her shiver.

After a few gentle sucks, she repeated the gesture on the
other testicle and he moaned with each play of her mouth. Lifting his sac
slightly, she dipped lower and ran her tongue along the smooth skin resting
behind. Slowly, she teased the area, flicking out her tongue, and he widened
his legs, allowing her access. She continued her path of slow, savoring licks
until his groans intensified.

Tickling her tongue up the sides of his groin, she worked
her way back up to his impressive cock. There, she angled his dick out to her
mouth and dampened him with her saliva. Rising up on her knees, she wrapped
both hands around his shaft, sliding her hands all the way down to the base.

“Damn, Bryanna, you’re wicked,” he murmured.

With a grin at him, she pumped him a few times, stroked,
long and tight, squeezing him so his hips thrust forward. Exactly where she
wanted him—uncontrollably aroused.

Sliding her hand to the tip of his cock, she squeezed and
worked the head with quick strokes. His whole body quaked as he bit his lip and
gave a delicious moan. Bringing his cock back into her mouth, she took him as
deep as possible, and her jaw stretched to accept him, then she unleashed
herself on his cock.