“Please?” I say. “Can’t we just try?”
He’s so entranced by my pussy that he doesn’t respond at first. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he finally drags his eyes back to mine. “No. You’d get hurt.”
My lips pull into a pout. “Then what can we do?” I reach out with one hand and trace my fingertips over his heavy balls, teasing him and liking the way the muscles in his neck strain at the contact.
He swallows hard, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “We’d have to... prepare you,” he finally says.
“Prepare me?” I arch a brow and squeeze one of his balls, then lean away again, leaving him looking even more frustrated and breathless. I decide I like seeing him this way, on the verge, brought to his edge and then left to tremble for me. “How do we do that?”
His tongue wets his lips again. Whatever he’s thinking, I’m pretty sure it’s making him even harder. “You’d need to be... stretched.”
My brows rise.
Goddess, that sounds like fun.
With a little tip to my lips, I lean back on my elbows and bring my feet flat on the table, legs spread so Cairn can see between my thighs.
“Okay,” I say. “So, stretch me.”
Chapter 25
Cairn
THIS WITCH WILL BE THE death of me. At this moment, I know this to be an irrefutable fact.
But I also know that I’d go peacefully into the dark, knowing she’s the one who sent me there. Though I’d really like to fuck her first.
“So, stretch me,” she says. And I about cum right there, all over her as she reclines on my kitchen table, the sweater she’s wearing pulled up just far enough that I can see her pussy, pink and already slick with wetness.
“It’s not that easy,” I say, but I’m losing this battle. She’s already got me naked in my kitchen, with a raging hard-on that’s begging to be touched.
“Cairn,” she says, voice low and edged with irritation. “Ireallywant you to fuck me. Do you want that too?”
I narrow my eyes and flex my fingers into fists. Slowly, I say, “Yes.”
“And it order to do so, you have to prepare me.Stretchme. Is that right?”
Goddess, the way she says that makes my dick jump.
“Yes,” I say again.
With the firelight dancing in her crimson eyes, she pulls the sweater up a little farther, revealing her hips and low belly. “Then I want you to do it.”
My heart wants to burst out of my rib cage and gallop around the room. I’m not supposed to eventhinkof her this way, yet somehow, she’s got me stepping forward and taking hold of her thighs, sliding her to the edge of my kitchen table.
Witchcraft. It’s got to be witchcraft. They teach charms classes here, and potions classes. Maybe she spiked those cupcakes she gave me. Maybe this is all a spell.
And maybe I should just stop overthinking it and touch her.
“It won’t be comfortable,” I whisper, trailing my fingers down the inside of her thigh.
Her skin pebbles beneath my touch, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“Speak for yourself,” she mumbles.
“I’m serious, Lyra. For you to be able to take me, we’re going to have to work at this.” To prove how serious I am, I line the head of my cock up at her wet opening and push, just a little.
Her eyes flash open, and she looks down between her thighs. My head isn’t even close to being able to fit inside her;that’show much work we have ahead of us.
