Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,55
big, hot cock sprang free. Oh gods. Killian’s mouth watered, but there wasn’t much time for preliminaries.
He reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a paper bag. “I got this yesterday and stashed it here to take home. Good fortune.” He pulled out a bottle of lube and box of condoms. Of course, it was just for appearances. While Blaine put on the condom, Killian worked the damned plastic off the lube bottle. He applied a tiny tug of magic, and it ripped. He flipped open the cap. “Give me your hand.” Blaine held out his palm, and Killian squirted.
Blaine applied his sticky hands to the big rod and massaged until the latex was shiny and delectable, making little grunting noises as he did it.
“That is so pretty.” Killian dripped lube into his own hand, rose up as best he could under the steering wheel, and pushed lube into his hole. Felt good, but not good enough.
Blaine held his cock upright in his hand. “Here it is, baby. Get on if you can.”
Killian slipped out from under the steering wheel and tried to throw his left leg across the low console. Stuck. Damn. This wouldn’t work with the pants on at all.
Blaine laughed. Killian glowered. “Men have died for less than that laugh, my friend. I’m desperate for that cock.”
He pulled back, ripped his pants off, and tried the maneuver again. Leg across, foot on floor, cock sticking out like a flagpole, other leg over, knee on seat, other knee on seat. Ahhhh. Cock pressing into hole. Oh yes. Ohhhhh. He lowered himself fully onto Blaine’s magnificent penis.
Blaine moaned. “I think you could take that move to the circus. Do it.”
Not much time. Ride hard. Up on his knees until the cock almost popped out. Down hard, so the dick pushed so far in, he thought he could taste it in his mouth. Up, down, up, down. Felt so good. Up, down. Had to bend his back to keep from hitting the roof. That was okay. The top of his head was about to come off anyway. Up, down. Hot, hard. Yes.
“Jesus, Killian. Ride.”
Killian’s cock rubbed against Blaine’s shirt. Going to leave a trail, but great friction. Oh gods, going to come. Have to…. “Holy gods, Blaine.” Damn! The shirt. He grabbed for his spurting cock and managed to hold most of his fountain of cum in his hand as the orgasm ripped through him.
Blaine’s body bucked up into him.
Power filled Killian’s body until he knew he could light the city with it. Other people felt that way, but in his case, it was true.
Still breathing heavily, he leaned forward and kissed Blaine’s cheek. “Are you going to be able to teach a class after this?”
“Hell, yeah. I think having sex in this car has extended the laws of physics.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Killian, I understand you’ve been trying to assemble the community.”
He shifted the phone and made another note on his list of people to call. “I haven’t been trying, Mother. I am calling together the community.”
“May I ask why?”
“You explained how hard it would be to convene the council. I have important new information that affects some key decisions, and I need to communicate it right away. I have no choice but to go straight to the community.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Be that as it may, that’s what I’m doing.”
“Do not do this.” Fear in her voice. Interesting.
“Why? You want me to take an interest in the community, be their ‘king.’”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Then call the council together, Mother.”
“I can’t—”
“Then my course is set.”
“Killian, what you’re doing could be dangerous.”
His mother didn’t scare easily. “To whom?”
“You, me, others.”
“Bring it on.”
“I know you’re powerful, darling, but there are other types of power, and you’re playing with fire.”
“I’ll take my chances. Call the damned council.”
She sighed. “All right. Give me a few days.”
“Two. Two days.”
“I can’t—”
“Mother.”
“Yes, two days. All right.”
He hung up and looked at his list again. He wasn’t waiting. If the council’s story was sound, and no deception seemed evident, he’d just tell the community it was a surprise party and announce Lavender and Jimmy’s marriage. It didn’t sound that way, though. His mother’s fear was palpable.
The phone rang, and he grabbed it. “Dr. Barth.”
“Hi, Dr. Barth, baby.”
Heart palpitations. “Hi. How did the class go?”
“After I washed the cum out of my shirt and figured out how to get myself back into my jeans, it went fine.”
“Sorry about that.”
“No apologies. You’re not even a little sorry… I