Page 7 of Edged By the Apparition
Soon, that didn’t matter, because I instinctively opened my mouth, allowing him in, and he was in me, tasting and exploring me. I touched his tongue with my own, running the tip along the side of his, feeling the bumps and ridges.
I trembled and hung on to him, even as my cock hardened in my pants. It had been so long since I’d been touched by a man, living or dead.
Wait a minute.
I broke off the kiss, moving my head away, wishing that I could look into his eyes as I spoke to him. “Was that you last night? Did you touch me?”
A low chuckle filled the surrounding air. The deep, sensual sound made my balls tingle.
“You were so beautiful, stretched out on our bed like that. I needed to get my hands on you.”
I slapped the area in front of me where his chest should be, but it passed through with no resistance.
“Where’d you go?” I glanced around searching for him, even though of course there was nothing for me to see. It was reasonable for me to be anxious. I’d already lost him once. He was aghost.
“I’m still here, handsome.”
With that, ghostly fingers were invading underneath the ratty old t-shirt I was wearing. I gasped. They were colder than his lips had been, and as they glided across my skin, I shivered in anticipation.
My nipples had gotten painfully hard. Blaise soon discovered that as he brushed against them. His touch was like a lightning bolt coursing through my body.
Once again his chuckle filled the room.“I’m glad you’re still as responsive as you ever were.”
I regained my senses as his fingers continued to roam. “This isn’t fair. I can’t make you feel good.”
“Oh, baby, this is making me feel amazing. You are so gorgeous coming apart for me.”
At his words, there were fingers running over me, more fingers than one human should have, teasing and sending tremors through my body.
“How are you doing that?” I asked, even as fingers once again pinched my nipples. I cried out with pleasure. I couldn’t hold back, and I wouldn’t, not with my Blaise.
“I’m dead, sweetheart. Why would I keep to human limitations?”
Yet another pair of hands slid the loose shorts I’d been wearing off my hips and down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing underwear. I assumed I would be sweaty and gross from my work today, and I didn’t want to dirty more clothes than necessary.
I gasped as a warm, wet tongue licked at my balls, flicking and teasing the underside with absolute devotion. My dick, hard and standing at attention, throbbed at each attack.
It was so much, and it didn’t let up for a second. A tongue against my balls. Fingers pinching and tugging at my nipples. More stroking my back, squeezing my now-bare ass, brushing against my neck. They were everywhere, and there was no escape.
“Blaise…” I whimpered.
“It’s been so long, baby. I want you writhing and begging for release. I’ll prove my existence with your body.”
I sobbed at his words, even as he took my balls into what felt like his mouth, although there was no way to tell. It was all pure feeling, a wetness enveloping me as he sucked them in.
I needed release. I reached down to grab my dick, but before I knew it, a wall of energy hit me, like a great gust of wind, and pushed me back against the wall behind me. The old wallpaper was rough against my skin. Tendrils wrapped around my wrists, tightening and pulling, until they’d pinned my hands above my head.
“Blaise! What are you doing?”
“Restraining you is so much easier like this. No cuffs or rope. Just my ghostly being trapping you, keeping you in place so that I can torture you with pleasure.”
I groaned. “Please…I need…”
“Oh, I’ll give you what you need.”
The tendrils of energy pulled on my wrists, pushing me right to the edge of discomfort. Blaise would never hurt me. He was a master at finding the perfect balance.
As a pair of soft lips met the tip of my cock, I shouted and pushed my pelvis forward, desperate for feeling, desperate for release. I pushed out from the wall, but my arms held tight against it, and I noticed he had restrained my ankles as well.
