Shadow Magic: Year 3 Page 2

  “Am not,” I argue, slipping Cleo out from my belt to distract myself… And discretely feed her a little of my magic that amped up at the thought of my naughty summer fantasies. Hey, a girl has to find what works when she’s in danger of causing spontaneous orgies if she doesn’t take care of the needs of her magical pussy.

  Cleo sings gratefully in my hands, happy to finally be back at the Academy. I fidget with her while I stare up at the ceiling. “Hey, about you and Elowen,” I begin.

  Asher lets out a groan. “Don’t even start. I know she’s your friend, but I really can’t right now.”

  “Hey, come on.” I sit up, too, putting a reassuring hand on Asher’s shoulder. “I’m not here to lecture. I just want you to know I’m here for you. Both of you, with however your friendship goes.”

  Asher’s sour expression softens. He nods, his own hand settling over mine. “It sucks,” he mumbles under his breath. “I wish I wasn’t so mad at her.”

  “But you are, and that’s okay,” I reassure him before hopping off the bed. “Come on, no more moping around. We’re back at the Academy of Sorcery. We should be celebrating.”

  A soft rapping on my door pushes it open just enough to reveal the face of my impossible, wonderful, asshole boyfriend. He holds up a picnic basket with that sexy, devil-may-care smile that makes dimples sink into his cheeks and my heart turn somersaults. “Way ahead of you, Cinderella.”

  “Hey, Rocco.” I raise a brow, trying to play it cool even though just looking at him makes my lady bits get all juicy with anticipation. “Ever heard of knocking?”

  “I did,” Rocco says, flashing me another grin as he pushes the rest of the way into my room. “Not my fault you left your door open.”

  “I can testify to that.” Asher raises a hand, flashing me a Cheshire smile. “You were sort of asking for it, babe.”

  “I didn’t leave the door open,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You opened it with magic, and I failed to notice.”

  “Which is not very safe,” Rocco says. “I had to come in and remind you to be more careful.”

  I cross my arms over my chest, scowling. “You two aren’t fair. Ganging up on a defenseless lady like this.”

  That gets Rocco laughing. “You? A lady?”

  Asher snorts as well. “And did you say defenseless?”

  “Hey,” I protest. “This isn’t fair. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

  “Oh, we’re on your side,” Rocco says. “Which is why we’re calling you on your bullshit. You’re no more of a lady than I am a gentleman.”

  “And I think we’d need at least three more guys in here to even stand a chance,” Asher agrees.

  God, I’ve missed these two. It’s great to see Rocco and Asher on such good terms, too. There’s nothing more awkward than your bff and your man being bitchy to each other. I look between the two, feeling a bit guilty at the sight of the picnic basket.

  “Aww, Rocco,” I say, gesturing to the basket. “You brought a picnic for me. I’m going to have to say you’re more of a gentleman than you let on.”

  “Say it again when I’ve got you on your knees in your Cinderella uniform,” he says, prowling toward me. “Deepthroating me.”

  He leans down and grabs me, his fingers sinking into my blonde hair and roughly pulling my head up as his mouth crashes down on mine. I gasp with pleasure at his rough treatment as his tongue plunders my mouth, sending a shock of heat straight to my core. “Get rid of your friend,” he growls against my lips, not releasing my hair. “I’ve been waiting for you all summer. I don’t think I can wait one more night.”

  Breathless and dizzy from his kiss, I want nothing more than to agree. But then I remember my friend is right beside us, overhearing every word.

  “Sorry,” I manage. “I already made plans with Asher.”

  “Uh, pause.” Asher throws a hand up and hops off my bed. “After that display, I’m going to need a cold shower. Damn, why can’t I find a sexy beast to manhandle my ass like that?”

  Rocco chuckles, his eyes lingering on my lips before he drags them away. He digs in the basket and produces a bottle of expensive wine, passing it off to Asher with a wink. “Share that with any piece of eye-candy here, and you can take a hot shower tonight—with company.”

  “Damn, boy. If you ever get bi-curious, please let me be the first on your list to experiment with.” Asher reaches out to accept the wine like it’s Excalibur itself and tucks it protectively under his arm. “You two sex maniacs have fun. Hit me up tomorrow with the deets, Jade.”

  With that, Asher slips past Rocco and out of my room. I give him a wave goodbye as he shuts the door behind him.

  I turn to Rocco. There’s one beat of silence as he looks at me with such smoldering lust that my thighs quiver. He smirks as if he can read my mind before picking me up and setting me on the neatly made bed. Without wasting any time, he positions himself on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and raise my mouth to his, ravenous to taste him and explore the territory we didn’t get to conquer before school ended last semester. I’ve only ever had sex with one man, but Darius told me to explore. I’m grateful that Rocco let me have my space this summer, letting me come to terms with being his girlfriend and fantasize about what that might entail.

  “God, I missed you,” I manage to get out as we come up for air for a second. Rocco seems as eager as I am, his mouth going for my throat, his tongue tasting my skin, gently sucking and licking and kissing as I pant and rock against him, gasping out my words. “We skipping straight to dessert?”

  “No,” Rocco growls, yanking down the front of my shirt so hard I hear threads snapping. “We’re skipping straight to fucking.” He digs my breast out of the cup of my bra and devours my nipple, sucking my flesh so hard I gasp in pain and writhe against him. A glimmer of magic shimmers up my spine, and my bra unhooks on its own.

  “Learned a few new tricks over the summer?” I ask breathlessly.

  Rocco’s smile sends a tingle up my spine. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Cinderella.”

  “You better not have learned them from some other girl,” I warn.

  “I haven’t touched a single woman since the day you said you were mine,” he says. “Why do you think I’m going to fuck you like a wild animal? This anaconda is about to starve to death. I’m calling in that rain check you took at the end of our first date.”

  His pants pop open, and he drags his thick cock out and smacks it down on my belly. I gasp, my clit throbbing at the sight of his long, thick shaft ready to rip into me. His bare skin is stretched tight over the hardness of his cock, a drop of precum already gathering on the round head.

  I laugh nervously, but Rocco’s eyes are wild and intense. He yanks my bra down further, the flat of his tongue swirling over my skin and flicking my other nipple. He sits up suddenly, squeezing my tits together, their pink nipples pebbled and glistening with his saliva.

  “God you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, panting through his words. “I want to fuck your tits and cum all over your beautiful face.”

  “No way,” I say, pressing my heels into the bed and rocking my hips against his. “I haven’t been with anyone all summer, either. I need dick. Pound me into the mattress, Rocco.”

  “I’m about to,” he says, grabbing my jeans and yanking the button and zipper open in one motion. He pulls them down to my knees, where they catch. He throws them up, ducking his head between my legs and plunging his tongue into my slit. I cry out, bucking my hips at the sudden assault on my senses.

  Pleasure spikes through me as his tongue strokes through my folds and plunders my entrance, fucking me hard and fast for a few seconds. Too soon, he pulls away and slams my legs shut, twisting me onto my side. I grab at the comforter for purchase as he pushes his cock down with one hand while bracing the other on my ass. I open my thighs enough for him to find my slick entrance. He smears his precum over it to make sure I’m ready, then drives in hard.

  I gasp out, pleasure and pain pu
lsing into me as my body adjusts to taking a cock after months without it. Arching my back, I angle toward him as he kneels over me, thrusting into me to the hilt. He reaches my depths, and I gasp again. Rocco grips my hip and draws back, driving into me again, hard and fast, letting out a low, animal grunt each time he slams his hips against my ass.

  My fingers curl into the comforter, and I writhe under him, begging for more. I love the angle, love the way I can watch his muscles bunch and flex as he rams his bare cock balls deep into me, giving me every inch of him with every thrust. He fucks me deep and long until I can’t hold back.

  “I’m going to cum,” I blurt out.

  He pulls out, flips me onto my back, grabs my pillow, and shoves it under my ass. He wrangles my knees up until I’m folded in half. “Keep those out of the way,” he says, kneeling and driving his cock into me before I can respond. His bossiness is new, and I can’t say if I’m insulted or turned on by the way he’s manhandling me. I hook my hands behind my knees, spreading myself open for him as he braces his hands on the mattress and drives into me so hard my body slides up the bed.

  My head bangs into the headboard, and he drags me back, grabbing the top of the mattress and going harder, faster, fucking me relentlessly until I can barely breathe. I buck and writhe, throwing my head back and forth trying to hold back the scream building inside me.

  “Cum for me, Cinderella,” Rocco growls. He grabs my hips and holds them in his crushing grip, his pelvic bone grinding into my clit and his balls pressed tight to my ass as they empty into me. Pleasure explodes through me with each spurt of his hot cum inside me.

  “Let me hear it, baby,” he grunts, hot streams jetting into me as his cock stretches me even wider.

  I let go, opening my mouth to scream as he pulses into my depths, my own orgasm ripping through me, my toes curled, blackness splotching the back of my eyelids. Rocco’s hips jerk again and again as he gives me every drop, and my hungry pussy welcomes it, pulsing up his length and milking every last drop of it from his massive girth.

  I reach for my magic as it shimmers in the air around us, spooling it in like Professor Darius taught me. At last, Rocco rolls us over, collapsing onto the bed with me. The sheets are pulled halfway off the mattress, but he just grabs my pillow from under my hips and tucks it under his head without bothering to make the bed. He sighs and squeezes my thigh. “Can I just, like, fall asleep inside you?”

  I laugh and pull away, feeling the sticky wetness of his seed sliding out of me as I do. “Maybe sometime,” I say. “But believe it or not, having your pants around your knees and your knees in your armpits isn’t the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in.”

  “Shut up or you’ll end up right back in that position,” Rocco says with a grin, swiping at me. I shriek and duck away, running to the bathroom with my pants still around my knees, trying not to trip and fall while Rocco laughs his ass off.

  “No more sex for a month,” I yell as I kick off my pants.

  “Fine, I’ll let you get naked next time,” Rocco calls back. “But I make no promises about that position. I’m getting hard again just thinking about seeing you taking it like a slut.”

  “Hey,” I protest. “I’m not a slut.”

  “I know,” he says. “That’s why it’s hot to see you take it like one.”

  “I don’t believe you’re hard again,” I call from the bathroom as I clean up. “It looks like you stored up Niagara Falls over the summer. And I’m talking the old Niagara, before the earthquakes collapsed half of it. That was one hell of a recharge.”

  Rocco laughs that big, rolling, belly laugh that nearly brings me to tears with how happy he sounds. I find myself laughing, too. “I told you I waited for you,” he says. “I wanted you to know I was faithful.”

  That sobers me up. I remember last year when the Bellas enchanted him to have sex with them, and how upset he was. I feel for him, but my own sense of betrayal hasn’t completely faded, either.

  “You didn’t even take care of yourself?” I ask, stepping out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around me, since I didn’t bring in any clothes to change into.

  Rocco stripped while I was in the bathroom, and his glorious naked form lays before me like a mountain of muscle—one I want to climb. He’s lying on his back with his hand behind his head. All eight inches of his glorious cock is standing straight up, so thick the rounded head is like a fist. I swallow back my words.

  “Told you,” Rocco says with a smug grin. “Now, get over here and get those knees in your armpits again.”

  “Didn’t I say no sex for a month?” I ask, my thighs quaking at the thought of taking him again. After going without for three months, and only having sex one night before that, I’m pretty sore from the pounding he already gave me. But heat is pooling in my core again, and my pulse flutters in my clit at the sight of him.

  “I’m afraid you’ve created a monster,” he says. “It’s your job to tame him.”

  A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I approach the bed. “I can think of a few ways to do that.”

  “All right!” Rocco says, sounding stoked as he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. “I’ve been waiting to get you on your knees since the morning I met you and saw you down there with that nice round ass squatting like it was ready to be penetrated.” He strokes his glorious cock, and I swallow hard.

  “Never,” I swear, but my voice sounds weak to my own ears as I watch his hand glide over the ridges and veins in his cock. I can’t stop staring. It’s so big, and that vein just makes me salivate.

  “Never say never,” he murmurs, taking my hand and pulling me forward, placing it on the thick head. “You said you’d never get on your knees for me, Cinderella, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do now.”

  I drop the towel and sink to my knees in front of him, pulling his cock to my lips. My pussy aches for him, but I’ve never done this, and I want to try it. I’m just not sure how.

  “You know what would be even hotter than this?” Rocco rasps as I kiss along his length, flicking out my tongue to taste his skin.

  “Mmm?”

  “If Ryker was behind you, wrecking that tight pussy while I fuck your mouth,” he says.

  “What?” I ask, sitting back on my heels, my cheeks flushing with heat at the thought of Ryker fucking me while I go down on his brother.

  “You know he’s dying to fuck you, Jade. Why not let me be there, too?”

  “You’d do that?” I ask, wetness slicking my thighs at the thoughts reeling through my mind, like the fantasies I had all summer have just been offered to me on a silver platter.

  Rocco grins and shifts his hips, trying to get me back to business. “Do what, Cinderella? Watch my brother make you scream while you deepthroat me?”

  “Share me?”

  “It’s like a live sex show where I get to participate,” he says. “What’s not to like? We’ve spit-roasted so many girls…”

  His words hit the heat in my body like a bucket of ice water. I grab my towel and stand, wrapping it around myself. “I’m going to get dressed,” I say flatly.

  “What?” Rocco grabs my hand. “Ah, baby, are you jealous?”

  He pulls me down in his lap while I squirm to free myself. “Not exactly the words a girl wants to hear when she’s in a vulnerable position.”

  “But things were just getting good,” he says, nuzzling my ear.

  I shrug his face away. “Well, you’ve proven your faithfulness over the summer, so now you can take care of things yourself when I’m not around.”

  “Jade.”

  “What?” I ask, refusing to look at him.

  He takes my chin in his fingers and gently turns it toward him. “Those girls didn’t mean anything,” he says. “I’m a twenty-one-year-old guy. And in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m fuckin’ hot. Yeah, I know what I’m doing in bed. But if I’d known you were coming along, I would have waited all my summers for you.”

  He leans
in, pressing his full lips to mine, and I melt. I can’t hold it against him that he wasn’t a virgin when we met. Hell, he’s two years older than me. Even if he’d been a virgin until eighteen like I was, that’s two years of hooking up. I can only try to see the bright side—like he said, he knows his way around a woman’s body, and maybe he’s sown all his wild oats and is ready to commit to me. The fact that he didn’t even get himself off all summer requires a level of commitment even I don’t have. Plus, I can hardly judge him when I’ve slept with my professor, who happens to be his mentor, and I’m lusting after two other guys besides the two of them.

  “Fine,” I say, pulling away from our kiss and smiling at Rocco. We’re both naked, and I can feel how much he wants me right now, regardless of who he’s wanted in his past. I rock slowly against him and give him a teasing smile. “But I get to be on top this time.”

  “Deal,” he says, eagerly scooting back on the bed and resuming his position with his hand hooked behind his head. He grins up at me. “Ride me, Cinderella.”

  Chapter Three

  After our second round, we have to stop to fix the bed, since the sheets are barely hanging onto a corner, the blankets are on the floor, and the pillow is off the far side of the bed. We’re both laughing and out of breath as I run to clean up and order Rocco to make the bed. When I emerge, the bed is made, and Rocco is lying in it, propped on my pillow.

  “Ready to break into the picnic?” he asks, snagging the basket.

  “I hate to say it, but I just had dinner with Asher a couple hours ago.”

  “You burned all that off,” he says. “Gotta keep your energy up if we’re going to be doing this all night.”

  “All night?” I ask, sliding under the blanket with him. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

  “Well, you’d better learn,” he says. “This man’s got needs.”

  I laugh and swat at him, stealing the picnic basket and pulling it into my lap. “It’s totally unfair we didn’t get to see each other this summer.”

  Rocco’s smile softens, and he reaches up to caress my cheek. “This basket can’t make up for the last few months.” He flicks his finger, an invisible wind pushing up the lid to reveal more wine, neatly packed snacks, and what looks suspiciously like a roll of condoms. “But I hope it’s a good start.”