Melina

I was doing something completely out of character and taking a night off. When I’d called to let Leo know I wasn’t planning to stop by the studio tonight, he’d been shocked. The other writers had been fine with a short phone meeting to go over what everyone was working on.

While they were filming some of the scenes I’d rewritten, I figured they could always call me if there was a problem. Tonight, I’d decided to think about myself, and spend the evening at Trevor’s home. The way I saw it, I had two choices with Trevor. I could try to avoid getting close to him, which wasn’t an entirely bad idea. Keeping some emotional distance from Trevor made sense for more reasons than the possibility of my heart being broken. I needed to keep my emotions in check with Trevor so I didn’t hurt him—physically, not emotionally. The idea of hurting Trevor frightened me much more than the possibility of having my heart broken, and I could definitely hurt him if I lost control of my demon powers, which had a tendency to happen more when I was feeling overly emotional. I had some jewelry with wards to help keep those powers under control, like the anklet I hadn’t taken off since I’d left my house on Sunday, but it could only do so much.

Shaking off those thoughts, I focused on the real reason I was spending time with Trevor—great sex. That word didn’t do it justice. Sex with Trevor was phenomenal. I could see why witches practically fell at his feet. At first, I’d thought it had to do with his looks. I mean, Trevor is gorgeous, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d been attracted to him from the beginning. I’d wanted to be annoyed with his attempts to flirt with me, but his awkward attempts to get my attention had been kind of cute. I’d already known who he was before he’d introduced himself. Trevor Dupree was somewhat of a legend among witches, and I’d always figured I’d be immune to his charms, assuming he was a pretty warlock with no depth. I’d pictured him as some douche bag, fucking his way through every eligible witch. That wasn’t Trevor, and it didn’t take long to realize he was looking for true love and a witch to spend the rest of his life with. While I knew I wasn’t the witch for Trevor, I was going to enjoy him while I could.

“Focus,” I muttered, realizing my mind had wandered again. While I’d finished the writing I needed to get done today, I’d come up with a few ideas I wanted to try out with the witches, Lindsey in particular. The scene had been inspired by my encounter with her the previous night, and it had shocked the other writers when I’d suggested it. They hadn’t expected me to give her more lines after the insults she’d hurled at me, which surprised me since they all knew I’d heard much worse from actors on the show. Lindsey might be crazy, but she was a good actress.

Hearing the front door open, I logged off my computer and plugged in my laptop.

“Melina?” Trevor called out.

“I’m in your office,” I yelled. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I’m going to put the groceries away,” he told me.

I headed into Trevor’s kitchen and found him unloading several grocery bags. I’d been surprised to discover Trevor could cook. In my experience, since most witches and warlocks could use spells to keep their weight down, they didn’t worry about what they ate. That meant many of them lived on takeout. You could get just about any type of food delivered to a witch neighborhood, making the temptation even greater. As for Trevor, I’d pictured him living the bachelor life with a fridge full of leftovers in takeout boxes. I wasn’t saying Trevor was a master chef, but he could make simple dishes, which was fine with me. If I wanted anything fancier, I could make it myself.

“How was work?” I asked, enjoying the oddly domestic scene.

“Uneventful, for the most part,” he replied with a warm smile. “Were you writing exciting new scenes for Night High in my office?”

“Nah,” I replied. “I was checking your computer to see if you’d downloaded any good porn lately.”

Trevor looked at me, his lips twitching. “Did my porn meet your expectations?”

“It was exactly what I expected to find on a lawyer’s computer,” I told him. “I got bored watching before the couple finished with the pre-sex contract negotiations.”

“Are you telling me you don’t find contract negotiations sexy?” he asked, feigning shock. “There’s one with some hot litigation.”

“If that’s your attempt to talk dirty to me, you’re failing miserably,” I replied with a grin.

“This will never work,” he said with a regretful sigh. “Maybe we should end it now before angry words are spoken.”

“Or, I could suck that fabulous cock of yours again,” I suggested.

“Let’s go with that option,” he agreed with a decisive nod. “I can live without contract negotiations, but I’m not sure I could live without that talented mouth of yours.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I’d think a lawyer would take contract negotiations over fellatio any day.”

Trevor glided forward, placing his hands on my lower back and leaning down to speak close to my lips. “Then I guess I’m not a very good lawyer, because I’ll take having your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick over contracts any day of the week.”

Reaching a hand between us, I gripped Trevor through the fabric of his dress pants. He was already hard, and I licked my lips in anticipation, which made Trevor groan in response. I loved the feeling of control I had over this man. While there were times it felt like he completely dominated me sexually, the truth was, I had him at my mercy.

“Are you going to let me taste you?” I purred, tightening my grip on Trevor’s erection.

“Fuck,” Trevor hissed. His eyes were hooded, and he seemed to be struggling to decide how to respond. “I should feed you.”

My husky laugh made him shudder, and I loved it. I was so wet, I couldn’t wait to get Trevor inside me, but first, I had every intention of driving him crazy with lust. It only seemed fair since he had a knack for doing that to me. I suddenly wished I’d learned some sexy spells, but then I realized I didn’t need spells with Trevor.

“Please, Melina,” he said on a moan, as I continued to stroke him through the fabric of his pants.

“Don’t worry. I have every intention of pleasing you,” I assured him, turning and grabbing his tie to lead him out of the kitchen and into his family room. When I looked over my shoulder, I found Trevor’s eyes locked on my ass as it swayed back and forth.

“Have a seat,” I told Trevor, releasing his tie and gesturing to the comfortable armchair.

Trevor dropped down onto the chair, his hungry gaze still locked on me. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pushed his thighs apart so I could settle between them. I could see the hard length of his dick straining against the fabric of his pants, and when I reached for his belt, his breathing became shallower. I took my time undoing his pants and releasing his erection, drawing out the anticipation for both of us. I was doing more than teasing him; I was teasing myself.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Trevor murmured.

When my tongue slid from the base of his shaft to the tip, he moaned and his head dropped back. I swirled my tongue around the tip. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, and I could tell he was barely holding onto his own control. I took my time exploring the contours of his dick with my tongue. Last night had been rushed, but today, I was savoring his dick, enjoying his moans of desire.

“You’re killing me, honey,” he groaned.

I finally took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the shaft.

Trevor moaned loudly and gripped my hair, as I sucked his cock, taking him as deep into my mouth as possible. I could tell he was struggling to let me remain in control, not an easy task for a man like Trevor who liked controlling everything in the bedroom. Last night, I’d caught him off guard, and he’d been sleepy and willing to let me enjoy his body. Today, he was fighting his own instincts, and I was aching and wet from thinking about what he’d do when his control finally snapped.

Trevor tugged on my hair until I released his cock and looked at him. “I’m so close.” His words came out sounding like a plea. “I need to fuck you, now.”

I would have shaken my head were it not for his grip on my hair. “No condom,” I told him. “Why don’t you keep fucking my mouth? I want to taste you again. Let me take care of you,” I crooned.

“You are a naughty little witch,” Trevor scolded in a voice that promised all sorts of dirty things. It was a struggle not to let out a whimper of desire. Leaning forward, his lips met mine in a crushing kiss that had me clutching the fabric of his shirt. Without the shirt, my nails would have been biting into the flesh on his shoulders. His hand continued to grip my hair, holding me in place for his kiss. My body was throbbing with arousal, and I suddenly wished we had a condom in this room.

When Trevor pulled away from my mouth, we were both panting with need. “Get your sexy ass in my bedroom,” he ordered. “I am going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it for days.”

“If you insist,” I was trying for a light tone, but my words sounded more like a needy whimper.

We practically ran to his room. “Undress for me,” Trevor commanded, and I didn’t mind his order at all.

As we both stripped out of our clothes, there was probably two feet between us. My hands were shaking by the time we both stood naked, facing each other, but not touching.

“Lie down on the bed,” Trevor rasped out. “Put your hands above your head.”

I shuddered and followed his command, knowing what he had in mind and eagerly anticipating it. When my hands were above my head, I watched Trevor’s lips move as he mouthed the binding spell. That’s when I felt his magic slide across my body like warm silk, leaving trails of pleasure in its wake. His power wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place.

“I love seeing you like this,” Trevor rasped out. “Bound by my magic, you’re like some sexy offering ready for me to enjoy.”

A needy moan slipped past my lips.

“I can think of so many ways I want to enjoy your body,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly from my ankle, up my thigh. “But I think I know what I’m going to do to you right now.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’m going to bury my face between your legs,” he explained, pressing his hand against me and making me whimper. “Is this all for me? Tell me you’re this wet just for me.”

With his hand pressing against my throbbing pussy, it was hard to speak.

“Tell me you’re wet for me,” he repeated.

“I’m wet for you, Trevor,” I panted out.

“I fucking love hearing you say my name when you’re this turned on,” he said, before settling between my legs and gripping my ass in both hands to lift me up to his mouth.

His tongue lapped hungrily at my clit, and I cried out as pleasure that was almost painful shot through my body. He sucked my clit, making me writhe against his mouth. I’d already been close, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. As if sensing how close I was, Trevor released my clit, and his tongue worked from my opening to right below my clit with maddeningly soft strokes. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

“I need to come,” I pleaded.

Trevor pulled back, and his hot breath bathed my sensitive flesh when he spoke. “I would never deny you what you need,” he murmured before lapping at my clit more urgently. Finally, he sucked my clit back into his mouth, holding it captive as his tongue flicked against the most sensitive part. When I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, he bit down gently, causing my body to clench even harder.

“Oh, Goddess!” I screamed, feeling desperate for my orgasm.

Trevor released my clit. “You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you?” he asked, and I wondered how he could possibly expect me to answer him when I was so close and he was denying me his mouth, but I knew Trevor wouldn’t go any further until I answered him.

“Yes,” I replied in a strained voice, tugging desperately at the metaphysical restraints.

Two of Trevor’s long fingers slid inside of me, filling the aching void, at the same time as his tongue began to lap at my clit, hitting the right spot to have me panting and begging for more. My hips were moving desperately against his face, and if my hands had been free, I’d have been clutching his hair to keep his mouth on me. My body clenched tightly around Trevor’s fingers as they thrust in and out. When I felt the first pulses of my orgasm, a mewling sound was ripped from the back of my throat. As the full force of my orgasm finally hit, I struggled to straighten my legs, screaming and thrashing my head back and forth. It was no exaggeration to say I thought I might black out. Trevor’s tongue and fingers continued to work my body until the spasms of my orgasm subsided.

I looked down and saw him watching me with a cocky grin. For once, I was at a loss for words, and I stared at him in sated bliss until his hungry gaze had me aching for his touch all over again.

His lips moved, and I felt the bonds release from my wrists as Trevor slid up my body and kissed me. He was holding his weight above me, but I still felt the pressure of his body against mine. I wanted to feel his erection against my core, but he was too tall for that. With an impatient moan, I clawed at his shoulders and tugged at his hair.

“Impatient little demon, aren’t you?” he asked, getting on his knees and reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. My gaze remained on his cock as he rolled down the condom and lifted my hips to position himself at my entrance.

No more words were spoken as Trevor thrust into my body, which immediately began to spasm with the aftershocks of my orgasm. We were both on the edge of coming as he drove into my body, eyes locked on where our bodies were joined.

“You feel incredible,” Trevor praised, and my demon magic flared, muted some by the anklet.

I tried to focus on reining in my power. Trevor was so in-tune with me, that he noticed my distraction immediately.

“Don’t fight it,” he said on a moan, his movements slowing, even though I knew he didn’t want to slow down. “I fucking love the way your power feels on my skin. It’s like you’re touching me everywhere. Let me feel it.”

I hesitated, not wanting to risk hurting Trevor, but knowing it was unlikely with the wards on my anklet. Besides, my power only reacted violently when my emotions were involved, and I could keep those in check. Relaxing, I let my power flow along Trevor’s skin, enjoying the way he shuddered under its dark caress.

“Fucking perfect,” Trevor groaned, rolling his hips against me to grind against my sensitive clit.

His muscles were tense under my hands, and I sensed he was holding back, trying to draw out our pleasure. Lifting my hips to press even closer to him, I whimpered, “I’m so close.”

Trevor’s only response was a groan as he continued to move against my body, rolling his hips and pressing into me. My hands clawed at his ass, and I screamed with my second release. When my spasms eased, Trevor reached under my ass to lift my hips off the bed slightly before slamming into my body. His thrusts were hard, fast, and he was utterly relentless. My body was still pulsing from my orgasm, and Trevor’s thrusts made those last pulses even more intense. When I felt him swell inside of me, I screamed from the sheer pleasure of it.

Trevor’s loud shout of completion was drowned out by my screams, as he found his own release in my body.

We collapsed onto the bed, both obviously feeling boneless. Trevor removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it in the bedside trash. “I could get addicted to having you here,” he murmured, rolling to his side and leaning over me to brush his lips against mine.

I was beginning to believe in miracles when I managed to avoid saying anything to ruin the moment, and Trevor must have felt the same because he laughed, a sound of pure joy.

“I’d love to keep you in bed all night, but I think I’d better feed you some dinner,” he said, climbing out of bed and giving me a great view of his ass.

“You shopped, and you’re going to cook?” I feigned shock.

Trevor gave me a sexy grin and winked at me over his shoulder. “And I fucked you senseless. It’s all part of my plan to make you fall in love with me.”

I shook my head, waving off his ridiculous comment, only I wasn’t sure it was so ridiculous. It would be easy to fall for a warlock like Trevor. If I was honest, I’d been falling for him since our first awkward meeting.