Page 3 of Edged By the Apparition
I could almost hear him now. He’d push down with his powerful hands, pinning my hips to the bed and devouring me at an excruciatingly slow pace.
I spat in my hand and wrapped my fingers around my hard cock. They weren’t as good as Blaise: his hands, his tongue, his mouth. But being in the house we shared, the memory was strong, and it was almost the same as if he were there. A bead of clear pre-cum dripped from the head, coming to rest on my knuckle.
I closed my eyes and moved my fist. God, I was already so close. It had been weeks since I’d last jerked off. I just hadn’t had the urge.
Blaise always started with that slow blowjob, but then he’d move on to his other torturous ways. Licking my balls, takingthem one by one into his mouth. His tongue was so fucking talented.
“Fuck…” No one could hear me. I could express myself fully, and why not? I had privacy, and I was horny as hell.
I sped up a little, then grinned as the orgasm built. He’d never go this fast. He was the king of teasing. His rhythm was always soslow, and it never faltered, his lubed hand deaf to my pleas.
I’d beg. I’d say anything to make him let me come.
Even as I imagined it, I repeated those familiar words into the empty room. “Baby, please, I need to come…Blaise, you have to let…you’re driving me crazy!”
My body would twitch. It did that now as I pictured him. My pelvis lifted off the bed, fucking into my fist. That was it; that was what it felt like being taken care of, knowing that someone was committed to making you feel good. They didn’t want your pleasure to end. They would take control and allow you to let go.
I wanted to let go.
I was hurtling toward my release, going fast now, desperate for it, desperate to feel something that wasn’t sadness or regret. I was right on the precipice when I decided I wanted it to last longer. I didn’t want to come yet. Blaise wouldn’t have let me come yet.
Not yet, baby. Not until you can’t take it anymore.
It was almost spooky how loud his voice was in my mind, like he was in the room with me. And so I obeyed. With my eyes shut tight, I took my hands off my cock, and raised them over my head, wrapping them around the headboard as I let the orgasm recede a little.
And then it happened. Even as my hands gripped the wooden headboard behind me, something grabbed my dick and tugged.
I came. I came hard, crying out both in surprise and ecstasy. I couldn’t stop myself, my stomach clenching as my releasepoured out of me, spurting into the air. It landed on my chest, drops even hitting my neck.
I shook, my body unable to process what had happened, the physical sensations ruling me until my brain caught up. My nerves had short-circuited from pleasure, and fighting through the haze was hard. When I finally did though, I scrambled back against the headboard.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled, opening my eyes and looking down between my legs, expecting to see…I don’t know? An intruder? Some masked man who had snuck in to jerk off an unsuspecting stranger? That was insane.
But not as insane as the alternative, which was that something else had grabbed my dick. There was nothing there now, so what did that mean? That a supernatural force had made me come?
Maybe the neighbor’s gaudy Halloween decorations had gotten to me. The whole idea was ridiculous.
I’d just gotten carried away. That’s all it was. I’d gotten lost in my memories from the time when Blaise was still alive. Being here stressed me out, and I had imagined it.
That had to be it.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I needed to change out of my cum-stained shirt and make myself a cup of tea. Tomorrow would be a long day.
Then, I would leave this house forever.
Chapter 2
“Babe, you have the prettiest eyes.”
Blaise ran his hand down my arm, his fingertips like the gentle drops of a summer shower. I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re just saying that because I made you come twice in the last hour,” I said. “But thank you.”
He stuck out his bottom lip and let out a playful whine. Pouting made his face even more angelic. “I always think you have pretty eyes. I’m just more likely to say it after an orgasm.”
I moved my face closer to his and brushed my lips against his ridiculous pout, then rested my head against his neck. I always fit so perfectly there. Blaise’s scent of citrus body wash and sweat was one of my favorite smells.
“I love you,” I whispered, wrapping my arm around his waist as he tossed a leg over mine.
