Author's Note: thank you so much to my beta TheWolfHourX. I appreciate you taking your time and helping with my story.

Warnings: Incestuous themes and explicit sexual acts.

Enjoy!

Say My Name

Four Days After the Party

Alex knew if she were given a choice between following a plan or living in the moment, she would choose the latter. Planning or thinking about the future wasn't something she preferred to spend her time on. Especially when she didn't have to.

Not that it lessened the feeling in her stomach at the thought of someone finding out. Especially when certain questions continued to preoccupy her thoughts.

If Mom found out, would Justin and I be disowned?

Would both her and dad hate us?

What would Max think?

Alex slumped forward resting her left cheek in the palm of her hand. At that moment, she wished there was a spell that could filter the negative thoughts out and replace them with better ones. Maybe ones of him with her, together. Ones where she could feel him pull her into his arms. Enjoying the warmth of his skin under her fingers and his lips against hers.

She wished they would decide on a plan soon, because following The Steps these past few days wasn't easy. Even with her own apartment, keeping their secret from everyone was challenging.

Alex pursed her lips while the soft bustle of The Substation pulled at her attention. Harper continued to talk and remained unaware Alex had briefly stopped listening. It wasn't that she didn't care, she just… had a lot on her mind. But there was something about visiting The Substation that always put her at ease.

Looking to her right, she noticed Justin pulling money from the register. With a sigh, she watched him thanking a customer as he shut the drawer. Right away she could see the familiar droop of his shoulders.

He's stressed, she noted while chewing upon the inside of her cheek .

It had been over four days since the party. Four days since they'd been together, because they were being 'careful.' Sure they continued to share looks and stolen moments, but he spent most of his free time in the lair studying spell books.

All she wanted to do was be with him, which was difficult to do when he was focused on a certain task. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could get him to relax and put their Steps on hold.

The thought of him ravishing her made her cheeks fill with heat. Four days, was too fucking long.

Lost in thought, Alex barely noticed when he turned to look in her direction. Her eyes remained fixated on him for another good twenty seconds or so until she saw him smirking. He caught her staring, again .

Crap...

Clearing her throat she quickly looked away and turned towards Harper who attempted to ask her about something.

"Alex," Harper waved a hand in front of her face.

"Huh?" Alex blinked twice and straightened her posture.

The flat expression on her friend's face signaled there was in fact something she'd missed.

"You stopped listening again, didn't you?" Harper sighed.

"What? No, I was listening." She swiveled in her stool and paused when she recognized the stare.

"Alex, can you honestly tell me you're not distracted today?" Harper pursed her lips, tilted her head, and widened her eyes.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Alex sighed, " Fine . I may have momentarily stopped listening. But only after the whole 'Zeke's telling you about aliens' bit."

"Aha!" Harper looked at her pointedly, "I knew it. I can sense these kinds of things, Alex."

Out of the corner of her eye, Alex noticed a familiar soft blue plaid shirt approaching them. The warm feeling in her stomach increased when he leaned his elbows upon the counter.

"Mm, can't argue there." Alex nodded and turned to see him looking at them.

"Harper…. Alex ." Justin lifted a brow and attempted to hide the amusement in his features. "Surprised to see you both here."

"It's called free food, Justin ." She countered and looked at him with a halfhearted glare.

He pursed his lips and squinted at her. Heat filled her cheeks when he proceeded to smile before he pushed off of the counter.

"Mm, no. I don't think that's the reason. You seem a bit, what's the word-" he tapped his chin, "-distracted?"

There was a glint in his eyes that normally she would be wearing. Though the way he mischievously looked at her, made her cheeks burn. And she sure as hell didn't mind it.

"That's what I said!" Harper interjected. "See, Alex. I'm not the only one who noticed."

Without looking away from him, she watched him walk around the counter towards them. He stopped in front of her with his arms crossed. If she wanted, she could easily reach out and pull him to her.

"I have a lot on my mind these days, and I'm tired," she shrugged. "This summer's been physically demanding."

"Well Alex, that could have to do with all the bets you guys' have been making." Harper shrugged.

Oh, it definitely has to do with our bets, Alex thought refusing to look away from his eyes.

If he wanted to play this game, she'd happily join in. Standing up from her stool she lifted a singular brow. Harper's gasp startled Alex a little, but not enough to stop her from mimicking Justin by crossing her arms.

"Wait a minute. Alex ," she sharply said her name and stood up. "Are you seeing someone?"

Alex couldn't stop herself from smirking when Harper came to that conclusion. Exactly as she intended.

The shift in his features was fairly subtle, but she knew him better than anyone. His eyes were stormy and focused on her. Because of his look she felt a slight hiccup in her breathing. Though she couldn't help but feel pleased by his reaction.

He was probably overthinking what physical activities she could've been referring to. That or he was jealous at the thought of her being with someone else, even though he knew it wasn't true. Either way, his reaction was pretty satisfying to watch.

"Mm," she hummed. "You know Harper, that-"

"-Alex," he immediately unfolded his arms and stepped closer to her. "I just remembered that Dad asked me to show you something in the lair."

"No, he didn't," she said, knowing it would only further his irritation.

"Yes," he pursed his lips. "Yes, he did."

He clenched his jaw, and Alex knew he was teetering on an edge.

Looking away from him for a split second, she noticed Zeke walking towards them. Turning her attention back, she watched Justin reach out and grab her at the bend of her elbow.

The moment Zeke said hello, Justin pulled her past the register and into the kitchen. His abrupt reaction made her gasp as he yanked open the freezer door, guiding her inside. She watched him point his wand at the lair door before mumbling a spell.

"Really- " just as she started to speak he turned towards her with a dark look in his eyes.

"-Yes, really." He shook his head. "You almost exposed us to Harper just now."

" No , she came up with the idea all on her own," she shot back, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, ya did Alex. You practically spelled it out for her."

"Oh, would you just-" she clenched her fist, annoyed by his lame argument, "-stop thinking for a second. Do you really think Harper is going to assume I would be seeing you?"

"Well, no…" He tilted his head. "But she's going to bother you until you tell her more information."

"While that may be true," she paused for dramatic effect, allowing a smile to cross her lips. "That is only one way to look at it."

"Only one way to look at what?" He asked with a squint.

Alex pursed her lips waiting for it to click while Justin furrowed his brows.

"Think about it," she paused and walked towards him, invading his space. "If Harper thinks I'm seeing someone and knows I'm busy. Then…"

Instantly, she watched his features soften, " Ohh… You're thinking that if she knows you're seeing someone, she'll spend more time at Zeke's."

"Exactly."

Alex nodded with a smile, pressing her palms flat against his chest. His hands automatically made their way to her hips and pulled her against him. Without saying anything, he guided her backwards into the wall causing her to gasp. She hummed at his aggressive response.

"You do realize that you can only push so far before someone gets an idea. Don't you?" He breathed and she instantly felt the warmth of his breath across her face.

With half lidded eyes, he leaned his forehead against hers brushing her nose with his own. She licked her lips before moving her mouth closer to his.

"Is that so?" She wondered, focused on him.

"It is." He breathed deeply, while she felt the warmth of his touch.

"Tell me, Justin," she said, looking into his eyes. "Have you ever thought about how it looks to other people when you physically pull me away mid-conversation?"

Feeling him tighten his hold upon her hip. "No, because I've always done that. You're the one who isn't following The Steps."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," he mumbled softly. "The way you're staring and adding double meanings to your words. You're openly flirting, Alex… and you know it."

"So. What're you gonna do about it?" She purred against his mouth sliding a hand past his shoulder and into his hair.

The was half a second where she looked into his eyes before he proceeded to capture her lips. His movements were sharp and calculated. One hand slid from her hip and cupped her ass.

Alex moaned into the kiss sliding her other hand down his front stopping just below the button on his pants. She pressed her fingers against his slight bulge. Peeling a growl from him, she proceeded to rub the outside of his khakis. She felt him pressing his hips into her, probably to increase the pressure.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips against her jaw and stopped just beside her ear.

"I've missed kissing you." He breathed against her skin and she shivered.

"You're the one who's been busy," she responded while she tangled her other fingers in his hair.

"You know I've been studying." He shot back and brushed his nose against her skin.

Alex whimpered as he roughly began to nip and suckle her skin just below her ear. When he continued to suck upon the sensitive skin, she moaned softly while tightening her hold on his hair.

"And you say I push…" The breathy words rolled off her tongue.

With his hair between her fingers she gave him a slight warning tug. He growled softly, and responded by scraping his teeth against her skin causing her to yelp. Removing her hand from his hard-on, she proceeded to smack his arm.

"Ow," he mumbled softly against her skin before pulling back.

"Serves you right," she huffed. "I swear Justin, if you left a mark…"

Using his fingers, he tilted her chin up in order to examine the skin.

"Well, right now you can't really tell. But-"

"-Thanks, genius." She rolled her eyes and hit him again.

"Okay, I may have deserved that," he said as he started to rub his arm.

Alex slipped away from him to go look into the mirror across the room. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she furrowed her brows upon seeing the pink skin where the mark started to show. Before she could yell at him properly, the doorknob to the freezer jiggled.

"Justin… Alex…I know you're both in there."

They both froze.

The deep pitted feeling washed over her at their mother's voice. Alex quickly looked in the mirror and pulled her hair forward over her ears while he adjusted his clothing. With one look she nodded before he pointed his wand, lifting the spell upon the door.

"Hey, Mom." He rubbed the back of his neck while Alex chewed upon her bottom lip.

"Don't 'Mom' me," Theresa said pointedly. "Harper told me you were lecturing Alex."

"Uhm. No, I'm not," he said, with his voice at a higher pitch.

Alex rolled her eyes and pushed a thought that only he could hear. Seriously, Justin. That's the opposite of convincing.

He looked at her briefly and momentarily glared. Do you really think now's a good time to push your thoughts?

"Look, I don't even wanna know. All I'm going to say is, wherever you two are doing, knock it off." Theresa lifted both hands and shook her head.

"But-" Alex couldn't stop herself from gaping.

"-Ah! I said I don't wanna hear it, Alex." She pointed at her.

"Fine," she huffed while and Justin lifted his brows.

"You're right, Mom. We're sorry," Justin said and their mom nodded.

"Good." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and sighed, "Now, I was originally coming to remind you both that your father and I will be leaving to visit my mother for the evening."

"That's right. How's grandma doing?" Justin asked and their mom shook her head.

"She's fine. Just wanted us to visit. " Theresa sighed, "Anyways, we'll be back by tomorrow afternoon. So no fighting. Got it?"

"Understood," he said with a nod.

"Good. Now, Harper and Zeke are waiting. It's rude to just leave them alone." Theresa motioned them to the door.

Alex pulled her hair forward even more hoping it would hide any mark on her neck. With a tight smile she made her way past their mom and into the sub shop. He was definitely going to pay for this. With a slight smirk, she nibbled on her bottom lip again.

I wonder how much I can push before it's too much...

Generally speaking, Justin considered himself a fairly patient person. Well, as long as the people involved used common sense. Unfortunately, common sense wasn't as common as one would think. Though he was pretty sure when Alex reacted a certain way, it was almost always intentional.

"You just had to mess with the guy, didn't you?" Justin huffed, pulling the door to The Substation open.

"Oh, come on! You guys saw the look on his face," Alex laughed.

"We did. And it wasn't funny," he said, pursing his lips as she looked at him.

"Well if someone hadn't stopped with my idea… it would've been hilarious," she responded, and he watched her rather dramatic eye roll.

"You know, somehow I don't think making the guy panic over color changing ice cream was 'hilarious,' Alex." He tilted his head and she proceeded to glare at him.

"You wouldn't know good humor if it hit you in the face," she snorted, walking inside.

"Oh yeah? Well you just can't stand that I cleaned up another one of your messes before it inevitably went wrong," he said with a shrug while Zeke and Harper trailed inside behind them.

"Oh, the dude was totally high! Like he would've noticed a difference or believed any of it later anyways," she snapped and Justin glared.

"That doesn't make it okay, Alex." He shook his head. "You can't just do what you want with people for your own amusement. Isn't that right, guys?"

Looking beside Alex, he watched Harper shaking her head with wide eyes.

"Oh no, you're not bringing us into this, Justin. This is between you and Alex." Harper then proceeded to lick her rainbow ice cream cone while Justin turned towards Zeke.

"No can do, J-man. Like my lady said this is between you and Alex." Zeke shrugged and Harper giggled.

"See, Justin," Alex lifted a brow, "You're just pissed because of what I asked you before I used magic. Not because of the ice cream."

Instantly, he felt his stomach tighten and a warmth in his cheeks. Her question along with the image of her licking an ice cream cone still lingered.

'How many licks do you think it would take to finish, Justin?'

Not that his response had helped the situation.

'It depends on the contributing factors. Like the amount of pressure you apply, but the heat is probably the most important one to consider.'

Sometimes he was a little surprised when she guessed his motives correctly. Not that he was exactly subtle with his frustrations.

"Maybe it's both!" He growled.

He knew they were on dangerous territory by talking about this in front of Harper and Zeke, but he was at that point where he didn't care. The fact that she spent all afternoon inserting innuendos into everything she was doing, pissed him off. And their little makeout session this morning in the lair, didn't help his… situation.

You're pushing again, Alex, he thought to her with a quirk of his brow.

What're you gonna do? Lecture me? She thought back with a tiny curl of her lips.

Justin chewed upon the inside of his right cheek. It had been almost eighty-six hours since Alex purposely lost their second bet. Almost four days since they'd last made love, and she was testing his patience.

He couldn't help but think of that night. Memories reminding him of the intoxicating rush he felt as he told her what to do. Granted, he always got a certain satisfaction from telling her what she should and shouldn't do. But that night felt different.

The level of intimacy they'd shared and the sheer trust she had in him. Seeing her so willingly submit to his soft demands. As if she'd been trying to fulfill his desires while he pleased her.

It felt as if they'd opened a door that night. One that only they knew about. Shakily taking a breath, he noticed a soft glint in her eyes, and he wondered if she'd heard his thoughts.

With a singular crook of her brow and a subtle tug of her lips he found his answer. She had, infact, been listening to his thoughts.

Harper's voice pulled him from their unwavering eye contact. "Hate to interrupt, but Zeke and I are gonna go. I need to pack for my parent's house tonight."

Before anyone said another word, he watched Alex brush past them towards the stairs. With a brief goodbye to their friends, he followed her up the spiral staircase.

"Alex, wait," he called after her, watching her walk past the dining room and into the kitchen.

"Why? So you can yell at me?" She scoffed, "Pass."

"Seriously? You relentlessly teased me all day and used magic. We need to talk."

"Mm, don't deny it, Justin. You liked me teasing you." She tossed a rather suggestive smile over her shoulder and he clenched his teeth together.

"Alex…" He said her name and she bit her bottom lip.

You know you like the idea of me on my knees for you, she thought to him with a smirk causing him to inhale sharply.

The image of Alex slowly licking her ice cream without breaking eye contact, still remained burned in his mind. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Just when he was about to reach for her, he stopped himself at the sound of heavy footsteps. He leaned against the island and watched his dad walking out of the back room holding a travel bag.

"We're only staying for one night, Theresa. Do you really need this many clothes?" He said gruffly while Justin took a deep breath.

"The weather's unpredictable, Jerry. You know I like to have options." Their mom walked past him rolling her eyes.

Justin watched his father grumble to himself while his mom grabbed her purse off of the couch. Theresa looked up to see the both of them in the kitchen.

"Have either of you seen your brother?" She asked with a sigh.

"No, we just got home," Justin said, shaking his head.

He attempted to soften his frustration with Alex by taking another deep breath. Crossing his arms, he remained still and continued to lean against the counter. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Alex entering into his space. The warmth of her arm brushed against his and he momentarily closed his eyes.

Alex, he thought her name chewing upon the inside of his cheek.

Justin, she thought back, matching his tone.

Opening his eyes, he noticed her adjusting the silver bracelet on her wrist. As if to distract from the fact that they were having a silent conversation.

This isn't following The Steps, and you know it, he thought and she smirked.

And …

Instantly he found her eyes and noted the mischievous glint. He knew he should put some distance between them. However, he enjoyed the warmth of her against him.

Thankfully their mom didn't seem to notice the subtle hint of irritation as she made her way to the staircase, "Max, we're leaving!"

"Coming!" Justin noted the distance in Max's voice signaling he was probably upstairs.

"Alright. Justin, there's money on the counter for pizza. You can call us if you need anything-"

A sudden repetitive thudding interrupted her, capturing everyone's attention. Justin tilted his head in confusion at the sight of Max descending the stairs with a suitcase of his own.

"Alright. I'm ready for grandmas," he said and stopped in front of their mom.

"Max-" Theresa huffed with furrowed brows, "-I said your father and I were going. Not that you were."

"Oh," he pursed his lips. "I thought that was an invitation."

"Ha! No take backs," Jerry quickly interjected. "Theresa, if he wants to visit his grandmother, then I say we let him."

Justin watched his mother shake her head with a sigh, "Fine, but Jerry you're still coming with."

With a huff, his dad pursed his lips and nodded.

"As for you two-" Theresa pointed at both him and Alex, "-Remember what I said earlier? No fighting. Understood?"

In order to say goodbye, Justin pushed off the counter. Instantly he felt her warmth fading from where they were touching as he reminded himself they were not alone.

"Understood. Enjoy Grandma's." He gave their Mom a small twist of his mouth.

"Trust me, it's going to be a very long night," she sighed as the three of them made their way to the front door. "Alex-"

"-Don't worry mom, I'm not going to stay long. Just until Harper let's me know that Zeke's left for the night." Alex shrugged and their mom nodded.

Justin watched the three of them make their way out the front door with a goodbye. Once he heard the click of the door shutting, a weight tugged on his shoulders.

He sighed, trying to ease the momentary heavy feeling and a slight tightness in his chest. Over the past few weeks there were times when he felt similar. And as usual, the feeling appeared when he thought of their family.

It didn't help that after weeks of studying spells, he felt no closer to a plan than he had when he started. There were so many dangerous variables involved when it came to magic.

Clenching his jaw, he shook his head. No… he couldn't allow himself to go down that dark hole right now. He needed to get out of his head and think logically about their next step.

Clearing his throat he turned his attention towards Alex who remained in the kitchen. Before he could respond, he watched her smile softly and turn her back to him.

"You know, you really should learn to relax," she said opening the cabinet beside the fridge in search of a glass.

"You say that all the time. I don't need to relax, Alex," he quipped.

"Sure… that tone was super convincing," she said with a smirk. "If you ask me nicely, I would be willing to use the Magic Marker again."

"No using magic." He ran a hand through his hair while she shrugged.

With a sigh, he walked over towards her while she attempted to grab a glass. Looking her up and down, his gaze paused at the delicate curve of her ass in her fitted leggings.

"I recall the Marker working in our favor last time." She tossed a smile over her shoulder before looking back inside the cabinet. "But I guess you're right. We've found other ways to relax before."

He breathed softly and entered her space so that he could grab her a cup.

"J-" she started to speak, but stopped when he proceeded to gently push her into the counter.

She inhaled softly while he sighed at the feeling of her pressing against him. He set the cup down in front of her and moved her hair off of her shoulder. The way she leaned into him told him exactly what he needed to know.

"Alex," He murmured her name against the shell of her ear while he grabbed her left hip. "Are you gonna tell me what was going on with you today?"

"You're gonna need to be a little more specific," she said, her voice was noticeably softer.

"The reason you've been teasing me all day." He clarified and softly brushed his lips against her neck.

Alex huffed and leaned into him. "You gave me a fucking hickey. You deserved it."

Justin paused, knowing there may have been a slight truth to her reasoning. Definitely not the smartest thing he's ever done, even if he secretly loved the fact she was currently marked by him.

"No." He placed another kiss upon her skin. "The real reason, Alex."

"That is the real-," he quickly grabbed her hips and spun her around to face him, "-reason…"

Licking his lips he looked into her eyes as he shook his head. He enjoyed the way she furrowed her brows and pouted her lips.

"No, it's not. You couldn't think of a new bet, so you decided to piss me off instead." He lifted his hand off her hip and cupped her left cheek.

"Is that what you think? " She asked with her eyes fixated on his lips.

"It is. Admit it, Alex." He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. "You were pushing to see how much I would put up with."

With a scoff, she slid her fingers along the length of his arm. "And if I don't admit anything?"

"If you don't," he murmured. "Then I'll make you admit it."

"Oh yeah? And how are you gonna-."

Justin abruptly cut her off by capturing her lips. Sighing into the kiss, he noted she tasted like her chocolate ice cream. He then proceeded to swipe his tongue along her bottom lip. She responded in kind by tangling her fingers into his hair with a soft moan.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled her with him as he walked backwards until he found the island. He then turned her so that she was the one pressed against the counter. Letting go of his hair she grabbed his shoulder while he brushed his tongue against hers.

In need of air, Justin pulled away with a growl. Opening his eyes, he immediately noticed the flush of her cheeks along with her slightly pouted lips. Using his fingers, he brushed stray hairs from her face.

"Alex," he said her name softly.

"Mm," she hummed softly as he met her chocolate gaze.

"I know that all your teasing and picking a fight today was because I've been busy," he murmured.

"Prove it…" She whispered.

Shaking his head, he quickly moved his hands from her hip and cheek to the top band of her leggings. Without another word he hooked his fingers inside the band and proceeded to yank them down her thighs. Alex grabbed hold of the counter slipping off her shoes while he pulled at her clothing.

Trailing his fingers against the length of her legs, he freed one of her legs from the pants. By the look on her face she was a little startled with his sudden movements. Her lips were slightly parted while her hair framed her face with soft curls. She looked fuckingbeautiful.

With her help, he lifted her onto the counter as she kicked her leggings off her other foot.

"Alex," he said her name with a warning, grabbing her hip.

Justin used his knee to make room for himself between her legs while she pressed her hand against his chest. Her fingers were soft against his arm and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but gasped instead when he pressed the heel of his hand against her panties. Alex grabbed his forearm, whimpering as she rocked her hips.

"Justin, please- "

"-What's that?" He interrupted her, trailing his fingers against her hip. "Didn't quite catch that."

Lifting his palm, he pressed two fingers against her center peeling a breathy moan from her lips. A damp spot formed as she wiggled her hips. Through the thin material he could feel just how wet she was because of him. Swallowing the tight feeling in his throat, he observed the look on her face.

"Admit it, Alex," he used his fingers to rub the outside of her panties. "You teased me today because you wanted this. You wanted me to touch you, isn't that right?"

She only whimpered, and he pursed his lips. With her help, he proceeded to rip her panties out from under her and past the swell of her ass. Tossing them onto the ground, he brushed his hand against the inside of her thigh. He then slid two fingers against her wet heat with a groan of his own.

Alex tightened her grip on his arm and moaned loudly when he found her clit. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers while he rubbed against her.

"You really are-," he pushed his pointer finger inside her, "-stubborn."

"Justin..." She dug her nails into his skin and closed her eyes.

He removed his finger and she relaxed. Alex then looked at him through half lidded eyes. He gently rubbed the inside of her thigh, feeling her shiver under his touch.

"So, are you ready to admit it?" He asked, clenching his jaw.

"Fuck … off." Her voice was soft and dripping with need.

He knew from her halfhearted no's that this was a game for her as much as it was for him. Using his free hand he undid the button on his pants and pulled at his zipper. He hadn't realized how hard he was until he proceeded to shove his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. The look in her eyes made him clench teeth together.

She quickly pulled him by his shirt towards her before wrapping her legs around his hips. He guided his member with his free hand, rubbing the tip along her wetness. She lifted her hips towards him and whined when he continued avoiding her center.

"Just fucking take me already," she growled making him click his tongue.

"I don't think so." He proceeded to kiss her neck, resting his member against her thigh. "Not until you say you teased me on purpose."

" Alright, Justin," she huffed, reaching down and taking his member into her hand.

Justin groaned as she momentarily started stroking him. Letting him go she gently pushed him back, and slid off of the counter in front of him. Using the edge of the counter to steady himself, he looked at her. The dark chocolate irises made him shiver as she lifted her brows.

She then used the counter to lower herself down to her knees, refusing to break their gaze. He exhaled shakily as she took him into her hand. The thick heat in his gut increased as she opened her mouth, licking the head. With a gasp Justin moved his right hand from the counter into her hair.

"Fuck …" He growled, feeling the heat from her tongue trailing along the side of his cock back to the head.

"Is this what you were imagining at the ice cream shop, Justin?" She asked, with a smirk.

Alex rubbed the head against her tongue once more before taking him into her mouth. He almost came right then and there. The hot warmth of her mouth surrounded him. He felt her starting to suck while he tightened his grip on her hair.

He felt his hips buckle, pushing inside her mouth further. Pulling his hips back, he helped guide her. The heat continued to build inside him with each brush of her tongue. If he wanted to last, she needed to stop.

"Alex…" He grunted her name and she pulled him out of her mouth. "Stand up."

Removing his hand from her hair, he watched her do as he told. Helping her back onto the counter he pulled her into a brief kiss. He trailed his lips from hers to her jaw before he adjusted himself between her legs.

"We both know you did it on purpose." He nipped at her skin while momentarily pushing the head of his member inside her. "Say it, and you'll get it."

"Justin," she breathed and tried to lift her hips, but he tightened his grip on her.

Shaking his head he rubbed his member against her clit causing them both to inhale. Suddenly she started yanking at the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off of him. He proceeded to pull his second shirt over his head before his fingers found the edge of her shirt. After discarding the shirt, he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

She dug her nails into his shoulder. Justin forcefully growled and pressed his mouth against hers roughly. The kiss was uncoordinated and sloppy. She pulled her nails from his shoulders and down his back. He bit her bottom lip harder than he normally would've, causing her to whimper.

"Say it…" He abruptly broke off their kiss and lined himself up with her center.

Taking in the sight of her, he noted the beads of sweat on her forehead. He could see just how badly she wanted him. Without warning he pushed his cock inside her, sinking into her heat with a groan.

She moaned loudly, pulling him towards her while Justin brushed his lips against hers. He only allowed her a brief moment to adjust to his intrusion before pulling his hips back and then pushing in again. He moved his head to get a better look at her, and knew she was almost to the point of giving in.

He punctured his question with calculated thrusts, "Are… you gonna…say it ?"

"Yes!" She moaned, arching her back while pressing her chest into him. " Fuck … I did it on purpose."

"Yeah?" He felt the heat bubbling in his abdomen as he leaned his forehead against hers. "You did?"

Alex closed her eyes and nodded.

"Tell me why."

"I wanted you… to fuck me…" She moaned, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts.

He exhaled harshly, as she opened her eyes. The fact that she admitted to teasing him, only encouraged him to quicken his pace. He wanted her more than anything, and he had her. If he couldn't openly kiss her or hold her, he sure as hell could leave little bread crumbs upon her skin. Showing that she was in fact, taken.

"So fucking good." He breathed the words, feeling the heat building in his gut.

Trailing his lips from her cheek down her neck, he paused at her collarbone. Suckling upon her skin, he continued thrusting his hips. With his right hand, he gently cupped her left breast. Rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers while lapping his tongue against her skin.

He needed to hear her say his name. Feeling the pleasure twisting inside his gut, he slid his hand from her breast. His fingers trailing down her side before grabbing her hip.

"Say my name, Alex," he commanded, as he pulled his hips backwards, thrusting roughly.

She parted her lips with a whimper. He could tell by the crinkle in her brows that she was unable to formulate any words as he ground himself into her. He repeated his action and she responded by doing as he told.

"Justin," she gasped.

The way his name rolled off her tongue made him groan. With one last thrust, he found the peak of warmth that pushed him over the edge.

With a gasp, he dug his fingers into her hip and kissed her. His heat spilled inside her. With her mouth resting against his, he shuddered. The ebbing high catching up with them both.

Justin focused on the sound of her breathing and the faint thud of his racing heartbeat. He took a deep breath, and adjusted himself. Her breathy laugh ghosted against his cheek while she shakily lowered her legs from his hips.

"You do realize, after that I'm probably gonna tease you more," she said, pressing her hand against his chest.

With an amused scoff, he pulled back to look at her. "I shouldn't be surprised."

"Mm," she hummed with a laugh. "No, you really shouldn't be."

With her help, he managed to untangle their limbs before pulling out of her. With a small twist at the corner of his mouth he mumbled a new spell. Instantly the evidence from their activities vanished from the both of them.

"New wandless spell?" She murmured with a slight lift of her brow while he just shrugged.

"Well, I have been reading hundreds of spells this week," he said with a smile as he found his boxers.

Pulling them on with a huff, Justin bent down to grab his t-shirt and handed it to her. After pulling his shirt over her head, she grabbed the counter and placed her feet on the ground.

"Speaking of studying spells," she paused while he set their things on the counter beside her. "Anything new?"

Looking at her, he instantly knew what she was asking. With a sigh, he reached out his hand and gently pulled her towards him.

"I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe we should talk with Professor Crumbs," he said, shaking his head.

"Hold on. What about that one spell that replaced the words in people's memories?" She tilted her head and he sighed.

"It's magic, Alex. It's not guaranteed to work, and the idea of…," he paused, leaning towards her, "If that spell isn't done correctly, it could go really wrong."

She nodded, nibbling upon her bottom lip.

"I know that magic does what it wants. But isn't it worth it?" She asked, and he could see the glossy sheen in her eyes.

"There has to be a better way," he whispered, and pressed his forehead against hers.

There was a long pause, before he heard her sigh. "Alright, fine. I guess that means we'll be paying good ol' Crumbs a visit."

"I'm still looking for alternative spells, but it looks like it," he said, briefly pressing his lips against hers.

"Justin," she breathed his name as he found her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled.

A soft vibrating sound pulled them back to reality and he placed a kiss on her temple before pulling away. Alex reached for her phone while he pulled his wand from his pocket.

"Well, Harper left for her parents. Dinner at my apartment?" She smiled softly and he nodded.

He knew from her softened expression that she'd moved on from their conversation. However, he couldn't help but think about the memory spell. The spell wasn't the issue. Casting the spell properly on the other hand was.

If only there was a way to take the guesswork out of casting a spell, he thought as he slipped on his pants.