Free Magic and Mayhem: When You Witch Upon A Star (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Melanie James Page A
Authors: Melanie James
belly, and carefully placed my legs on either side of his head.
I would like to make a suggestion to whatever authority is in charge of bestowing honors to the world’s most proficient lovers. Rollan’s tongue should be given gold medals, knighted, and insured for millions. His fingers should be crowned with little gold laurels and marble statues in their likeness put on display.
I lost my mind in a chain of orgasms while I frantically unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled away the material imprisoning his throbbing erection. I had to lean forward a little to get away from his tongue and fingers to give my mind and body a break. I wanted to devote my full attention to the brand new experience that waited in my hand. I wanted to explore and fully appreciate every hard, swollen inch. His was my first to hold, to stroke, to kiss, to lick and take in my mouth. I might as well admit it, I stayed true to another Cosmo article by making him orgasm with those techniques.
Rollan’s hands were on the move and he was exploring me in ways I hadn’t imagined. I marveled at how his erection once again came to full strength. We both wanted to do so much more. I rolled off of him so he was free to move. In a single motion he was on top of me, kissing my neck and breasts.
I’d just relented to my urges and wrapped my legs around his back. His hardness was ready to enter me and I wanted it more than anything.
Someone or something suddenly charged through the nearby brush. My view of the hurtling assailant was blocked by Rollan’s head. Whatever it was must have used Rollan’s ass like a springboard, launching itself into the tall grass where it disappeared from our line of sight. It was screaming all the while, like a banshee on crack.
My first fleeting thought was that my guardian angel must have flown in at the speed of sound to prevent me from having unprotected sex. Then fear set in.
Chapter Thirteen
T he surprise and sudden shift of emotional states left me shaken. Rollan jumped to his feet, assuming a protective stance between me and the creature. Not one to lie there and take a beating, I quickly threw my dress on, picked up a stout branch, and prepared to go on the offense.
“Rollan! Grab a stick or a rock. There’s two of us and one of it. We’ll club the tar out of it.”
The creature grunted, screeched, and finally yelled in a human voice. “God damn it!”
“Gina?” we asked in perfect harmony.
“What is that thing on her face?” Rollan leaned forward, perplexed by the strange goggles.
“Get them off of me! Help!” She twirled around, swatting her back.
“Hold still! What is it?”
“Killer. Fucking. Wasps,” Gina barked, prying the goggles from her head. “These things got all blurry. I was pushing buttons on the side when I walked under a tree and hit something. It felt like a heap of dead leaves clumped together so I tried knocking it down. Turns out I was bashing a giant wasp nest like a damn piñata. Look, Jessica.” She lifted her shirt. “You go ahead and look too, lover boy.” She flipped down the petite cup of her bra. “That’s not a nipple, that’s a sting.”
“Pull your shirt off. Let me take a look,” I said. Rollan politely faced the other direction. I checked for any stragglers, but it appeared they had retreated after driving her away. “No more wasps, but I counted seventeen stings. We need to get you home and take care of these.”
“I was wondering where you two disappeared to,” Gina whispered. “Things escalated pretty quickly between you and Rollan. Did you do it?”
“Almost, but you intervened at the last second. Thanks. And I mean it. I have no protection.”
“Did you get plenty of time to play around at least?”
“Made it through every single tip and trick from the June issue.”
“Ah, ‘Have a Summer of Sixty-Nines.’ I’m impressed. That would mean Rollan is especially talented. And you really did your research, very nice. Right down to
I would like to make a suggestion to whatever authority is in charge of bestowing honors to the world’s most proficient lovers. Rollan’s tongue should be given gold medals, knighted, and insured for millions. His fingers should be crowned with little gold laurels and marble statues in their likeness put on display.
I lost my mind in a chain of orgasms while I frantically unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled away the material imprisoning his throbbing erection. I had to lean forward a little to get away from his tongue and fingers to give my mind and body a break. I wanted to devote my full attention to the brand new experience that waited in my hand. I wanted to explore and fully appreciate every hard, swollen inch. His was my first to hold, to stroke, to kiss, to lick and take in my mouth. I might as well admit it, I stayed true to another Cosmo article by making him orgasm with those techniques.
Rollan’s hands were on the move and he was exploring me in ways I hadn’t imagined. I marveled at how his erection once again came to full strength. We both wanted to do so much more. I rolled off of him so he was free to move. In a single motion he was on top of me, kissing my neck and breasts.
I’d just relented to my urges and wrapped my legs around his back. His hardness was ready to enter me and I wanted it more than anything.
Someone or something suddenly charged through the nearby brush. My view of the hurtling assailant was blocked by Rollan’s head. Whatever it was must have used Rollan’s ass like a springboard, launching itself into the tall grass where it disappeared from our line of sight. It was screaming all the while, like a banshee on crack.
My first fleeting thought was that my guardian angel must have flown in at the speed of sound to prevent me from having unprotected sex. Then fear set in.
Chapter Thirteen
T he surprise and sudden shift of emotional states left me shaken. Rollan jumped to his feet, assuming a protective stance between me and the creature. Not one to lie there and take a beating, I quickly threw my dress on, picked up a stout branch, and prepared to go on the offense.
“Rollan! Grab a stick or a rock. There’s two of us and one of it. We’ll club the tar out of it.”
The creature grunted, screeched, and finally yelled in a human voice. “God damn it!”
“Gina?” we asked in perfect harmony.
“What is that thing on her face?” Rollan leaned forward, perplexed by the strange goggles.
“Get them off of me! Help!” She twirled around, swatting her back.
“Hold still! What is it?”
“Killer. Fucking. Wasps,” Gina barked, prying the goggles from her head. “These things got all blurry. I was pushing buttons on the side when I walked under a tree and hit something. It felt like a heap of dead leaves clumped together so I tried knocking it down. Turns out I was bashing a giant wasp nest like a damn piñata. Look, Jessica.” She lifted her shirt. “You go ahead and look too, lover boy.” She flipped down the petite cup of her bra. “That’s not a nipple, that’s a sting.”
“Pull your shirt off. Let me take a look,” I said. Rollan politely faced the other direction. I checked for any stragglers, but it appeared they had retreated after driving her away. “No more wasps, but I counted seventeen stings. We need to get you home and take care of these.”
“I was wondering where you two disappeared to,” Gina whispered. “Things escalated pretty quickly between you and Rollan. Did you do it?”
“Almost, but you intervened at the last second. Thanks. And I mean it. I have no protection.”
“Did you get plenty of time to play around at least?”
“Made it through every single tip and trick from the June issue.”
“Ah, ‘Have a Summer of Sixty-Nines.’ I’m impressed. That would mean Rollan is especially talented. And you really did your research, very nice. Right down to