Page 2 of Edged By the Apparition (Halloween Temptation #12)

I smoothed the coverlet under my hands, the quilted texture soft against my fingers. Blaise had picked it out, of course. It was simple, but that went with the vibe. The Victorian furniture and crown molding were the stars of the space. He loved this room.

So did I. We had a lot of fun sexy-times in this room.

The fact that he’d paid any attention to me, with my crisp khakis and my boring haircut, had been a miracle.

He was perfection. His features were soft, but his dark eyes held a sparkle of mischief.

He had fun hair, an undercut that was shaved on the sides but long on the top.

He could rock that dirty-blonde hairdo a thousand different ways.

The day I met him, he hadn’t been wearing a shirt, just a denim jacket, showing off his smooth chest with a hint of a treasure trail.

He’d been hot. So fucking hot, and he only got better with age. By the time we hit our mid-twenties, he still wore that denim jacket, but the chest underneath was more toned, and his tendency to hike shirtless gave him a sun-kissed glow.

My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought—Blaise had broken me of my khaki habit long ago. The physical response was almost foreign to me. I hadn’t had sex since Blaise died, and although I did jerk off on occasion, it was more a biological release than anything else.

Imagining Blaise here, in this bed, was different. Lying next to me in his tight briefs. Winking at me. Running his hands through my chest hair.

I wasn’t pretty and smooth like him, but instead covered in a layer of brown hair. I was shorter and hippier, with a big ass I had to work to squeeze into pants.

But he told me he loved my body. And I loved his—touching, licking, running my tongue down his chest and stopping to lap at his nipples. His nipples weren’t as sensitive as mine, but I still adored the little gasp he’d let out when I tugged at them between my teeth.

Now my cock was harder, harder than it had been in a long time. It was straining against my tight jeans.

I was alone here. Living with a roommate had made me cautious about taking care of myself—I hated the idea of him hearing me—but I didn’t have to worry in this big empty house.

The shadows of dusk filled the bedroom. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my pants, allowing my bulge—still within my boxer briefs—to be free.

It was a good dick, or at least that’s what Blaise had always told me.

Thicker than most, and a respectable length, he adored playing with it.

He preferred to top, but that didn’t mean he ignored my dick. The opposite, in fact.

I slipped my pants and underwear down below my hips, and my cock twitched as it met the cold air. I tugged on it slowly as I imagined those pouty lips closing around the head, moving down the shaft as he hummed. I’d push up into him, but he’d pull off, teasing and chastising me.

Don’t you move. You’re mine to torture, baby.

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, taking them 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 so slow, 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 release poured 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.