Jezebel

Chapter Two:

"If I was a dude I'd have a boner," she mumbled, moving her palms down his muscular stomach, stopping at his thighs.

She'd literally plastered herself to him the minute they'd entered the witch's bathroom. She'd been all over him for the past two minutes and she could feel his reaction to her.

"Jez, stop! We are not doing this in her house. We're just doing a favor for Thea, remember?" Morgead's surprisingly high voice sounded.

He was nervous and turned on at the same time. She would get him out of this whole 'treating her like china' bit. They had to be quick here, but tonight she was going to tear him up.

"Morgead, that bitch had the gall to rub her ass on your dick in front of me. It's happening, it's happening right now, in her bathroom, on this sink. If I had my way, it'd be in her bed, but," she paused and shrugged her shoulders, "oh well."

He paused staring at her green eyes and she watched as his own eyes dilated as an animals would when it's about to pounce on prey. "That speech was so fucking hot I almost came right here."

That sentence took her breath away while at the same time making her stomach clench with need. He'd never spoken that way to her before, he always stopped himself from talking dirty and if he was doing that, this was an indication that his restraint was dwindling.

When she caught her breath, she winked saucily at him. "I aim to please."

He growled and wrapped his arms around her, angling down so he could smack her ass, and then he grabbed her, hauling her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he hoisted her ass to the edge of the marble sink. Her eyes widened slightly at his swift movements and she watched his expression waver as he looked at her face, but he quickly shook his head, starting in. He needed it rough almost as much as Jez did.

Craftily, he loosened her legs around his waist, pulling away so he could slid her leopard patterned skintight pants down, lifted her once again with one hand, and shoved them down to her ankles. Then he bent over, clutching the stretching material around her ankles as he quickly bound both of them together.

His next move was shocking and exposed her completely to him.

Jez gasped as he pushed her legs straight up and over her head. She squealed, just barely managing to catch herself as her body jolted back from the swift movement. She balanced her hands on the rims of the sink and opened a slit in her thighs to look at his face.

"Is this similar to that position I saw in that book under your bed?" she asked curiously, shivering at the cold air and contact with the sink on her now bare ass.

Shit, this was sexy. He was sexy.

He smiled gently. "I should've known you'd find it. That position takes too long to get perfect. I have something else in mind."

It was the tingle in her toes that let her know this escapade was going to rival her first time with Morgead, which had been surprisingly tooth ache sweet and romantic, filled with rose petals, champagne, and chocolate at a really expensive hotel. Morgead had massaged her entire nude body, absolutely everywhere, after a hard fight with some Daybreak haters, with a heating chocolate cherry massage oil. When he had finished, he'd licked every bit of the slick oil off her.

It had been the sweetest, most intense night of her existence, and it would remain so, but right here, right now, this moment, hidden in some pathetic witch's bathroom with Morgead gazing at her panty less bottom, was so incredibly erotic. Whereas that first time had been slow and sensual, this would not be and she couldn't wait.

She could see the urgency in his eyes, but could tell he was resisting when he bent forward to place his open mouth against the backside of her thigh. The urge in her to get him to hurry was over powering and her body started to convulse with need as he prolonged the act, first breathing on her heavily, then darting his tongue out to slip into the slits between her thighs and as mind blowing as that was she wanted him to fuck her. Right. Now.

"Morgead, I don't want sweet," she growled and bared her teeth at him. "I want you to fuck me!" she growled as he continued to lick her in a way that the tip of his tongue touched her clit with every swipe.

He sucked in a gasp of air and stopped when she finished speaking. Then he spread her thighs and brought them down around him, so that the stretched material was against the back of his neck and her ankles on either side of his head. "All you had to do was ask," he bent down to whisper in her ear.

It was her only warning as he positioned himself and then slammed so hard into her that had she been human she would have broken. White flashed behind her eyes, her back arching so much that the tendrils of her long red hair grazed the top of the Venetian colored faucet. He withdrew only to snap his hips back then forward, spearing into her, with just enough lubrication to make it tight, but not painful. His third thrust startled a scream out of her and from there it was fast and hard.

Morgead tried to cover her mouth, wanting to stifle her screams, but Jez struggled against his hand. She couldn't be quiet, not with the way this felt, especially not after that witch touched him so freely. Morgead quickly gave into her, letting her sharp, sometimes startled, shouts escape freely. Jez knew the witch could hear. This had been a long time coming and it was just a perk that the witch would be put in her place.

To be continued…

Short, I know, and I still haven't gone over chapter one to add more stuff to it. It's on my list of things to do. I wanted to get this small chapter out just to let everyone know I haven't forgotten about it. I'll work on making the next chapter longer. I hope everyone enjoyed this, but I do know this chapter is a little confusing and needs some real work done to it. It'll happen, just not right away. Let me know what you all think.