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A hesitant, dubious, and surprised looked was slapped on his face as he scanned the candles and rose petals. Rubbing the back of his neck he gaped his mouth like he struggled to think of something to say. “Uh… what?”
Throwing my shame out the window, I said, “What do you think?”
“Well, I’m wondering whose spirit we are trying to communicate with during this seánce.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, shut up.”
“But seriously, um,” he said, “did you actually do all this for… a… blowjob?”
“Yeah,” I said. “What? It’s my first time! These are already such screwed up circumstances, me being here in the first place. Is it the worst thing to want to make it as special as I can?”
He was quiet for a moment, still massaging his neck, as if he was giving the question serious consideration. I was almost about to get self-conscious from his silence, thinking I really did go overboard. But then he shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I kinda like it.”
That caught me off guard. I expected him to put up with it, not to like it. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, walking closer as he removed his leather jacket and tossed it on the couch. He wore a dark blue t-shirt that made his blue eyes even more vibrant, especially in the glow of the flickering candlelight. “I’ve never had anyone… do anything like this for me. Anything this nice.” A gentle smile pulled up his lips, and I found my feet taking a step toward him as he said. “It’s kind of a first for me, too. It’s… nice.”
Something about his reaction touched me in a way that I wasn’t expecting. I was prepared to be teased for it, but there was something about the softness in his voice and the gentle look in my eyes that told me he wasn’t lying. This was a special event for him, as weird as it was. I chuckled and said, “Hey, it’ll be unforgettable, that’s for sure.”
His eyes connected with mine as he said, “You’re unforgettable, so that’s a given.”
My first instinct was to tell him to stop messing around, but I couldn’t. There was something about that moment, maybe it was the candlelight bringing out the romantic side of him, but I felt he was being genuine.
There was a fluttering in my stomach, and I felt my breath get caught in my throat as my eyes fell to his lips. They looked so soft, and I wondered how they’d feel along with the scratchiness of the scruff surrounding it.
What are you doing, Rose?
I gave my neck a nearly imperceptible shake, dragging my stare from his face to the floor, and I was thankful he broke the silence.
“Also, holy fuck, you look like… you are too hot to be human, holy fuck.” He rubbed his hand through his hair as his eyes fell to my bra, and I laughed, almost forgetting I was half-naked. The hungry look of desire that I was craving filled his eyes once again as he said, “I don’t know how that wasn’t the first thing I said, but damn, Rose. You’re unreal.”
Feeling too flattered by his compliments for my own good, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and said, “All right, let’s get down to business.”
Chapter Seventeen
Archer
Rose was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Anyone could challenge me on that, and I wouldn’t even care, until the day I died I would believe it. It wasn’t even because of the fact that her tits looked fucking incredible in that bra or that her ass was like a gift from heaven. It was everything, even her personality was as beautifully unique as her round, bright eyes.
And she was about to put her glossy, pouty lips on me. Karma was definitely rewarding me for helping her out in the first place, it was the only explanation.
“So, how do I do this?” she asked, taking another step toward me and I wanted to stroke my hand through her hair.
I grinned. “Should I teach you the way I personally like it the most? I can’t speak for any other guys.”
“Sure,” she said, and she licked her bottom lip. “Just tell me what to do.”
I have to be dreaming right now.
But I knew I wasn’t. I was completely grounded in the moment, aware of every note of vanilla and raspberries from the candles and the feeling of my pinkie toe brushing against the plastic rose petal on the ground. I swallowed and stepped toward her. “Okay. I like it best when a woman is on her knees in front of me.”
In an oddly obedient way for Rose, her lips turned upward, and she strutted the remaining steps toward me, then bent to her knees. Looking through her eyelashes, she reached for my belt, her hands brushing against my already half-erect cock. Before she unbuckled the belt, she asked, “Can I?”
“Yep,” I said almost before she even finished speaking, overwhelmed with excitement.
Unfastening my belt, she unlooped it and I helped her undo my jean’s button before she pulled them to the ground. When she peeled down my boxers, I watched her lick her lips with anticipation and my blood pumped faster. When my dick flopped out, a quirky smile grew on her face and her eyes filled with a kind of joy I’d never seen a girl show before from seeing it. Her fingertips reached out and she stroked my shaft, leading up to the head. “I think I like your… you know.”
