Page 14 of Nix and Tell (The Arun Nixes #1)

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Violet

I can see why Trisantona wanted us to offer up sex magic to her. This is powerful.

This is everything.

Chlo makes the most adorable noise when I bite her, but I’m not done yet. I want another orgasm, and I want to tease her until she comes apart beneath my hands.

“Rope off?” I ask her quietly, and damn if the ropes don’t just fall off me in an instant. That’s a very handy party trick.

“One of these days, I say to her, you’re going to tie yourself up for me, and then I’m going to play with you as much as I want.”

She emits another of those delicious noises, and then I’m clambering over to her, wresting her jacket from her person.

“You do know that I can just magic my clothes off,” she says, offhand.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, taking my time with the buttons of her shirt. Flicking each one open with a deft wrist, I savour the shiver that runs through her. It’s compounded when I take my index finger, and run the nail down between her breastbone. It leaves a stark red line, and the hiss she makes is so delightfully pleasing.

“You want to undress me?” she asks.

“Want to? Chlo, I’m dying to see where those beautiful scales of yours are hiding.” There are some on her neck–not the side I bit, I wasn’t sure if that would harm her–and more are revealed as I peel off her clothes. Some over her left breast, some on her arms, a shimmering patch of violet on her inner thigh that make her gasp as I run my fingers over them.

I hope she’s as sensitive everywhere else as she is here.

Undressing Chlo is a treat, pert breasts that are the perfect mouthful for me. I lean down and just when my mouth is mere millimetres from her nipple, I pull back. “What do you want?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me what you want, Chlo. I want you to say exactly what you want to happen.”

She closes her eyes, as if in an attempt to compose herself, and she swallows. In the quiet, I hear the sound, and wait.

I don’t mind waiting.

“I want you—” Her voice cracks and she breaks off, shaking her head, before trying again. “I want you to take my nipples in your mouth please.”

I reward her by rolling tongue around the aroused tip, and then coax it into my mouth, allowing my teeth to graze the edges of Chlo’s hard nipple.

“Fuck, that . Please, Vi, please please please more of that.”

I laugh and this time I take her nipple between my teeth, and tug gently. “Like that?”

“Uh huh,” she nods vigorously.

“Would you like me to nibble you like this, all over, until you come?”

Her nods are getting more frenetic.

“But you cheated, Chlo. Should I really reward cheating?”

The strangled groan she makes is hotter than nearly anything else, and it almost undoes me completely. “The strap, Chlo, where’s your strap?”

She blinks at me, lust clouding her gaze, until she focuses on what I’ve just said. “My strap?”

“You’re going to fuck me, my sweet girl. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like heaven.” Simple words, but I hear the truth in them. “Wait here.”

And then she’s scrambling up, running into her bedroom to get the toy.

When she returns, Chlo positions herself on the sofa, and beckons me towards her. “Ride me,” she says, and from anyone else it would be an order. From her, it’s a plea.

When I nod, she reaches for the bottle of lube that she brought with her, but I shake my head. The toy isn’t huge and I’m soaked. “Touch me,” I say, and her fingers stroke across my folds. Her eyes widen. “Exactly. That’s what you do to me, baby. Now fuck me.”

She arches up fills me in one single stroke, and then with her hands on her hips, coaxes me all the way down. I roll my hips forward and the strap hits me in that spot I need it to, and then her fingers are on my clit and good grief this is everything .

Dark green eyes are fixed on, drinking in every movement, every moment. I lean down to kiss her, and then brace myself on her legs behind me and ride. My tits bounce wildly, and I’m beyond caring how I look; I need more of this sensation, more more more.

But the thing that tips me over the edge, is her. “You’re incredible,” she whispers, and as our eyes meet, I’m coming so hard that my body shudders, feeling it in every single atom of my being.

I think she expects me to roll over and ask for cuddles after that; she doesn’t expect me to strip the strap from her thighs, and bury my face between her legs.

“What? I—fuck—Vi? You don’t have to?—”

“I know,” I say. “Count down from ten, Chlo.”

“Wha—?” Her voice is trembly, and she’s so wet, so creamy for me that I can’t resist running my tongue from her glistening entrance to her clit.

“You’ve been so so good to me. So now you get your reward.”

Her counting is shaky, and I run my fingernails down her sides, as my tongue laps at her clit. I’m saving the best for last. When she says one, I take her clit between my teeth and pull. Not hard; that would have required further negotiation, but a little tug and she falls apart. Screaming out incoherently as she comes under my mouth.

When I climb up her body to kiss her, she presses herself against my side and clings on for dear life.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you, Vi,” she mumbles, and I kiss her forehead, and try not to cry from how trembly and overwhelmed and cherished I feel.