of his skin. He tastes salty and tangy, and I suck hungrily. Bouncing his knees on the mattress, he thrusts in and out, not deep enough to choke me but enough that he bumps the back of my throat. My eyes water and he slides out.
“Okay, sweet thing?” He smooths hair off my damp forehead.
“Yes. I love it.”
He lifts his cock and rubs his balls over my lips. I open for them too, licking then sucking one inside.
“Oh Jesus. Yes. Romy…”
I bend my legs, squeezing my thighs together at the growing ache there.
He fucks my mouth again, his hands on his groin, watching himself slide in and out of my mouth, his lips parted, eyes glittering. He’s like a god poised above me, his body sculpted. A thin trail of hair travels down to the thicker patch of dark curls above his cock, and I reach out to touch him there, fingertips brushing through the hair.
“Fuck. I need to fuck you.” He pulls out and lurches back, grabbing my calves to jerk my legs apart. I let my knees fall open as he grasps his thick shaft and rubs it over me.
“Condom,” I gasp.
He closes his eyes. “Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Instantly he’s sheathed and pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me. “Yeah.” The word comes out on a low groan. “Fuck yeah. You feel so good, Romy.”
“You feel good too.”
He leans over me and grasps my face in two hands, staring into my eyes. “Squeeze me… like that.”
I work my inner muscles and he hisses.
His mouth lands on mine, brutal, raw kisses, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his cock drives into me. Then he pushes back onto his knees, watching my face. I cup my breasts and his face tightens, then I reach for my clit. “I need to come.”
“Yeah. Do it.” He moves faster, harder, the mattress now frenzied.
My finger rubs in tight circles, my breath catches in my chest as flames lick over me, pleasure coiling, intensifying into bright, sharp, violent bliss.
And he comes too, holding my thighs, his head going back, his face strained, his muscles taut. We’re both gasping for air.
His chest heaves and he opens his eyes. They blaze down at me. “Holy fuck.”
“Well, I don’t know if there was anything holy about it.”
He chokes on a laugh. “Jesus. You make me laugh.”
I smile and reach for his hair as he leans over me.
“Feel better?” He kisses my mouth, this time soft and sweet.
“Oh yeah.” I sigh. “Sometimes all you need is a fantastic fuck.”
Laughing, he falls to his side next to me, pulling my leg over his hip so we’re still joined. “Can’t argue with that.”
Joe and I have lunch on Wednesday at the usual restaurant we go to.
“I’m sorry about the interview,” I tell him.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, same as Trace. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’m not so sure.” But I straighten my shoulders and flash a smile. “But I’m working on it.”
“I still can’t believe they increased the requirements for your WED.”
“I know. To be honest, it pisses me off. That’s not fair. Everyone should be treated the same.”
Joe gives me a thoughtful look. “Yeah. I agree.”
“Trace said I could appeal it, but I likely wouldn’t win. Maybe I should do it just on principle.” I pause. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know. It could make things worse.”
“Somebody has to take a stand. Nothing will ever change if nobody speaks up.”
“I didn’t realize the coven was so resistant to change,” he says slowly. “I feel I haven’t been paying enough attention.”
Just like Felise and Magan.
“Well, it’s not your fault.”
“No, I know. But I should be more engaged with what’s happening. Anyway.” He smiles. “How’s work going?”
“Eh.” I scrunch my face up. “Okay.”
“That doesn’t sound great.”
I tell him some of the problems I’ve been encountering and how I haven’t felt supported by my boss. “I just haven’t been getting a lot of satisfaction from things lately,” I finish.
“Hmm. I’ve actually had an idea I wanted to talk to you about at some point.”
“What’s that?”
“I saw the work you did for the girls. For the Charming Chalice. They tell me their online sales have really picked up and a lot of customers are coming in and mentioning the website. I’d like to hire you to work at Dream Homes.”
My jaw nearly smacks the white tablecloth. “What?”
“To work on our website. Redesign it and make it more functional. And basically all our branding.”
I stare at him. “I’d love to do that. But I don’t have