Content advisory: m/f sex
The perv was watching her again. His blatant observation should have annoyed or frightened Julia but it did neither. Because really, she enjoyed being on stage and if he like watching her dance that much, why not give him something to look at.
Julia glanced through her fourth story apartment window, directly into his, and made eye contact. He smiled. She saw it clearly, but then, the distance between the buildings was only the width of an alley. It took a moment to realize she was smiling back. She wiped the expression off her face and went onto her toes and – for him – her perv, the warlock, she danced. She moved effortlessly around her small apartment which she had arranged to allow maximum floor space.
His name was Alexander Daniel Mueller and he was pure blond male beauty. Instead of spying on her, he should be modeling – nude of course – for artists to immortalize his gorgeous form. Maybe that was why she allowed him to keep watching her. That and the fact that he was so obviously lonely.
He never had company, male or female.
She knew why. Whether he knew it or not, his window gave a view of a lot more than he probably realized. She knew, and all of her neighbors knew, that he was a practicing witch. Her neighbors were afraid of him. She wasn’t. She knew better. Her own sister practiced and Julia had seen enough of what he did that she was positive he wasn’t doing anything harmful. Not that it mattered. People feared what they didn’t know.
From her sister’s experiences, Julian knew how hard it was for a witch, male or female, to let anyone get close. The moment a new acquaintance learned the truth, they were out the door. Life for a witch who didn’t surround them self with other witches was lonely at best.
So she let him watch. Not only that, recently, she had been putting on performances for him.
She did an intricate move and glided past the window. Across the alley, he stood and stared in rapt attention.
So beautiful and so alone.
He wouldn’t make a move. After three months of spying on her he hadn’t made a single attempt to bump into her. She’d considered going over and knocking on his door but she was fairly sure he wouldn’t ask her in. Besides, what was she going to say?
She was going to meet him though. Hopefully tonight. That thought sent a rush of warmth straight between her legs. She wasn’t only going to meet him, she was going to have him.
She sashayed back to the window where she stopped and switched her dance from the graceful ballet moves to those more appropriate to a dancer using a pole. She looked across the alley and found him transfixed in front of the window in his apartment.
She ran her hands down her body in slow, sensuous movements, then brought them back up to cup her breasts while her hips wiggled suggestively. She maintained eye contact while she stroked herself.
She was pretty sure his mouth dropped open.
She pointed at him then motioned for him to come over. Would he take the offer? She hoped so. She danced on, switching between ballet and striptease. She whirled past the window again and glanced over. He wasn’t there, at least not within view of the window.
Was he coming over? Her heart thudded with anticipation. She’d never done anything quite so outrageous before but she didn’t care.
Moments later her doorbell rang.
She stopped and didn’t move, then, heart pounding, she went to the door.
Up close he was even more gorgeous than she’d thought. His hair went to just past his shoulders. How she wanted to run her hands through those golden strands. Were they as silky soft as they looked? His aquamarine gaze traveled over her, doing his own appraisal.
He looked relaxed but she knew it was an act. “Hi,” he said. “I thought I’d take you up on your invitation and come over.”
“I’m glad you did. Come in.” Had she lost her mind? No. Maybe. She didn’t care.
He stepped inside and she closed the door, fastening them in together.
“You’re pretty trusting,” he said.
“You’re okay. I’ve been watching you, too.”
He snorted.
“Let me get you a drink,” she said. “Anything in particular you’d like?”
“Whatever you have will be fine.”
“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” She went into her small kitchen and made him a Jack and Coke. Then she added a little more Jack so he would relax.
Back out in the living room, she found him parked on the sofa. She passed him the drink and then made herself comfortable on the recliner. She waited until he took a drink and then she said, “I know what you are.”
He looked taken aback but he recovered quickly. “What am I?” he asked, calling her out on it.
“Warlock.”
His eyes widened and he visibly tensed. “How?” he breathed.
“My friend, your window gives a much bigger view of your place than you realize.”
“So, aren’t you afraid of me?”
She laughed. “Not hardly. My sister is a practicing witch. You don’t scare me.”
“For real?” A big shit eating grin spread over his face.
“Yes. “
He tilted the glass and drained half of it.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
His eyes widened. “What?”
She giggled. “Making friends. Having a girlfriend.”
“Oh. Yeah. You let someone in and they see the wrong thing – they think you sacrifice children and drink chicken blood.”
“Everyone on this side of my building probably thinks that,” she said.
“Explains why most of them look at me like I have a third eye and purple wings.” He finished his drink and grinned.
“Let me freshen that for you,” she said and snatched his glass. She didn’t want to get him shitfaced but she wanted him to chill and be himself with her.
While he worked on the second Jack and Coke, she selected some music, slow dance music, then held out her hand to him. “Dance?”
He took her hand and let her lead him to the middle of the floor where he gathered her in his arms and held her close. They swayed to the music. He surpassed her five-six by seven or eight inches and she felt safe and guarded in his arms. He smelled divine, like the deep forest, spice, and secret, magical things all combined and distilled into a single intoxicating scent. She breathed him in.
Their gazes locked. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips. He smiled slightly then bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers in an exploratory kiss. His lips were soft and warm. They stopped swaying to the music and her arms went around his neck. Her hands burrowed into his hair. She wanted more and he seemed to know it because his tongue flicked at her mouth. Her lips parted and a little moan drifted out as his tongue shot in.
She tasted him with delight. His mouth was flavored with bourbon and a slight hint of mint. Their tongues stroked and lapped at each other. He nipped her lip then licked over it, soothing the little nick.
His hand on her waist was firm but gentle. She wanted to explore his arms. . .and the rest of him. He gave the impression of strength and firmness. She moved against him, pressing her body firmly to his. He was firm all right. His cock was rock hard behind the confinement of his jeans.
“Oh,” she breathed. “You’re a big boy.”
“Big enough to satisfy any women.”
“Modest, too.”
He grinned. “Just honest.” He ground into her. “You want him?”
“Absolutely.” Had she just said that? Yes. She had.
His hand slipped from her waist to her ass. He squeezed gently. “Do you do this often?”
Her hands found his chest. He was chiseled and firm. She traced over his muscles. “What?”
“Invite strange men into your apartment.”
“I’ve never done this before and you aren’t a stranger. We’ve been eyeing each other up for the last three months. I just got tired of waiting for you to make a move.” She stroked down to his flat stomach.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I’m not a whore. Hell, I feel like I know you.” Her hand went lower and traced over his denim covered cock.
“You’re going to know me a lot better before I leave.” He rubbed against her hand suggestively.
“I want to know you a lot better right now,” she whispered.
With a growl, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“End of the hall.” She was hot and wet and heavy between her legs. Her body had already prepared for penetration.
He carried her to her bed but set her down beside it. He went for the most accessible piece of her clothing first; her tiny skirt. He pushed it down her hips, his hands stroking over her tights. She stepped free of the little skirt and removed her shoes. He hooked his thumbs in her tights next and peeled them off her.
The leotard stopped him cold. “How do you get in that contraption?”
She laughed and helped him remove it. She stood before him, nude, proud of her toned body. “Your turn,” she said and started on the buttons on his shirt, loosening each one slowly. When she had them undone, she pushed it off his shoulders, displaying his chest and abs. “You work out. A lot.” She traced her fingers over well defined muscles.
“I have a lot of time on my hands. It’s either practice spells or work out. I do both.”
“Are you a good magician?”
“I’m very good.”
“I believe you.” And she did. She loosened his belt then undid the button on his jeans and ran the zipper down. He kicked off his shoes then shucked off his jeans and socks.
His cock stood at proud attention over a heavy sac.
“Nice,” she said and reached for him. Her hand closed on his shaft and stroked gently.
“Aah,” he groaned.
“Like that?” she moved a little closer to work him better, stroking velvet skin over rock hard core.
“Yeah. Hell yeah.”
She pumped him until a single drop of fluid gathered at the tip. She released his cock and grasped his balls. They were heavy, potent. She stroked her thumb over the soft, tender skin. He groaned and grasped her breast, caressing the nipple in short strokes that matched what she was doing to his sac.
She jutted her breasts forward.
“Bed,” he groaned and released her.
She crawled into the middle of the mattress and shoved the blankets down. He crawled in beside her. His lovely eyes were sparkling aqua pools as he drew her into his arms. She breathed in his delicious scent and wanted to devour him. His mouth came down on hers, all business this time. His lips were demanding, his tongue probing to get inside her. They deepened the kiss, tongues twining and sliding against each other.
Heat pooled between her legs and her delicate flesh pulsed in anticipation. She wanted him inside her. She stroked her fingers down his stomach, on down, and grasped him, curling her hand around his cock.
He kissed a blazing trail from her mouth down along her jaw and up to her ear. He kissed his way down her throat to the little hollow where he licked over her skin.
Heat burned just under her skin, setting her on fire for him. “I need you, damn it,” she said.
Gently, he pushed her onto her back before he slid down the mattress. Her heart thudded and excitement zinged through her as she realized he was going to go down on her. She spread her legs, giving him room to position himself.
He made eye contact then bent his head and licked up her center. The shock of his soft tongue on sensitive skin drew a low moan from her. He explored, licking and nibbling until she moaned and thrust her hips upward. He swirled his tongue around the center of her pleasure and nipped at the little bud until she whimpered and fisted her hands into the sheet.
“Alex,” she cried out. “Oh, God.” Pleasure pulsed through her in waves. He licked vigorously at her opening. Drinking her. She pumped her hips, rubbing against his tongue. When the spasms ceased, he crawled up over her.
The head of his cock nudged at her entrance. God, she needed him inside her. She sank her nails into his shoulders. “Come on, Alex. Stop fucking around and fuck me.”
He grinned. “Cute.” He filled her with one hard push, stretching her to accommodate his size.
“Oh my, God,” she moaned and pushed up against him in encouragement. “Do me. Now.”
He did. His hips surged in a strong rhythm, driving into her with force. She responded to him with abandon, meeting his thrusts stroke for stroke until they were both sweaty and slick.
After long moments, pleasure built within her, coiling, tightening until she peaked. “Alex. . .harder, Alex.”
He pumped hard and fast and her pussy tightened around him. He worked harder, probably realizing he’d better work for his own release as well.
Her walls contracted around him, squeezing and releasing his cock until she quieted. Grunting, he pumped harder then he jerked hard. Hot fluid spurted inside her in long jets. When he stilled, he remained over her, caging her under him. He kissed her gently. “You were magnificent, little dancer.”
“And so were you, beautiful warlock.”
~ Nickie Asher ~
Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher
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