Page 4 of Edged By the Apparition (Halloween Temptation #12)

“I missed you so much. I didn’t know what to do without you.” I was fighting to regain my stability against the waves of overwhelming emotions. Only the thought that my love was right here in the room with me kept me focused.

“I missed you too, baby. But we’re together now.”

A soft kiss pressed against the back of my neck, and I leaned into it.

“Is there…can I see you? Is that possible?” I’d missed his face so much. His cheeky grin. His mischievous eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

My eyebrows furrowed at his answer. Why wouldn’t he know? I just wanted to see his face again. It was hard to believe this was really happening, but if I could see him…

“What does that mean?”

“I can make myself visible, but it takes a lot of effort. I can’t sustain it. Sometimes it’s easier, sometimes harder. It depends on the day.”

I nodded and plastered on a smile, concealing my longing. I couldn’t help it. I’d gone five long years without gazing into his eyes, and I needed it on a fundamental level. It was proof that this wasn’t a hallucination.

Of course, Blaise always knew when I was hiding my emotions.

“I’ll try for you, Tommy.”

The pressure against me stopped, his ethereal hands fading away, and a moment later the air in front of me shimmered. The tall pile of cardboard boxes slowly became obscured, a gauzy white form appearing.

It was him.

It took a few minutes, but little by little, the image grew stronger and clearer, shimmering in the morning sun. First, I could make out his form, then his denim jacket over his bare chest, and then his always-stylish hair. Finally, his face solidified.

Those eyes shone like patches of blue sky amidst a bank of clouds. They were soft and fierce at the same time: filled with both compassion and hunger. His care emanated off him in waves, washing over me like warm ocean surf.

He reached out a hand to me, and then he was gone, disappearing in a flash, blinking out of existence. I let out a sob at the sight. I couldn’t help myself. I clasped my arms around myself, squeezing in a desperate effort to keep myself present.

“I’m sorry, baby. I can speak and I can touch you, but appearing visually is much more effort. What I just did is more than I usually manage.”

I nodded, unable to speak, and suddenly I felt the pressure of his invisible body wrapping himself around me, holding me tight. Something pressed against my face, and I realized we were standing cheek to cheek. I reached out my arms, wrapping them around his unseen form, seeing if I could hug him.

My fingers found the texture of denim covering warm muscle. I tightened my grip on him.

“I can’t believe this. I thought…you were gone!

I talked to you, you know. Every morning, I told you about my plans for the day.

Standing in the shower, I’d be like ‘Hey Blaise, just so you know, I have to go to my stupid job, but I’m going to do it because I can’t just hide in my apartment, you wouldn’t want that.

’ I’d imagine you answering, you saying ‘don’t worry baby, when you get home I’ll make you feel so good,’ like you always did when I was dreading a work day.

Then when I went to bed, I’d say goodnight.

Always out loud. Always hoping that you might hear me, even though I knew you were dead. ”

Ghostly hands tightened around my back, squeezing my breath out of me, as Blaise whispered in my ear.

“I hear you now, my sweet guy.”

His words healed something in me, closing a wound that had been ragged and raw since the day he died.

Maybe it was because his death had been so sudden.

The shock of the loss had unmoored me. It had injured my spirit, and only now, knowing for certain that he still existed, that his consciousness hadn’t died with his body, was I able to be whole.

I leaned forward, taking a guess at where his mouth was, and pressed my lips into the empty air. It seemed insane, despite the fact that his muscular arms held tight around me, despite his soothing voice. Was I descending into some kind of psychotic break?

It didn’t matter if this was real or not. It was better than any moment I’d lived through since I last stood in this house. I had to have faith.

My lips met his, and I sighed into his mouth in relief. It was as it had always been. His lips were warm, even if I couldn’t see them, and they were as soft and delicious as I remembered. He still tasted like my Blaise, with traces of mint mouthwash and chocolate.

God, he loved chocolate. Nine times out of ten, I could taste it on him when we kissed.

Then an intruder slipped through his lips and tapped at mine. Was that…he had a tongue? I guess it made sense, if he had lips he would have a tongue, but my brain was having trouble processing it.

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 a ghost.

“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.

He surrounded my cock with his mouth, bathing it in his warmth, and inside, his tongue moved against the underside of the shaft. I trembled as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I couldn’t stop myself from struggling against the restraints.

Which he wanted. He loved when I struggled, prolonging the pleasure, denying me what I needed.

All the sensations were almost too much to bear. I couldn’t form sentences anymore, and instead I was babbling. “Baby…your…I need…”

But he didn’t stop. No. In fact, his tongue grew. It was longer now, almost like a tentacle, wrapping around my cock, not moving up and down like I so desperately needed, but swirling around the shaft, overwhelming me with sensation.

Despite that, my orgasm was building, my balls tightening as I got closer to the brink. “God, please…”

I hurtled toward my release, about to—

It all stopped. All the sensation disappeared, and all that remained of Blaise’s efforts were the restraints holding my wrists and ankles in place.

He wasn’t going to allow me to come.

“You have to…” I panted. “You can’t get me so close and—”

“I can do whatever I want to you, handsome.”

And then it all came back again, and worse now. There were no longer any fingers. It was all tongues. Every part of my body was being licked and…bitten! Fuck, he was nibbling at my nipples. The electricity of his attack surged through me, my very skin becoming the conductor.

“I can’t take this,” I whispered. Again, I was getting close. So close. My balls were aching, and the orgasm surged up when—

Again. It was all gone.

“No, no, no, you can’t, Blaise, you can’t—” My composure was gone. As was my consciousness. All I knew was pleasure and need. Pleasure denied. Just within reach.

That’s when the whispering began. Even as he attacked every inch of my available skin once more, I could feel his warm breath against my ear, and a stream of sinful words poured forth.

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t take care of you after all this time?

I’ve waited years to see you come apart.

I want to see you explode. I want you writhing.

All of you. Your beautiful ass. Your perfect nipples.

That cock that I could worship for hours.

When you finally give me your cum, I want you worried your orgasm might never finish.

You’ll fill this room with cum. I want you to beg for it to end. Should I stop?”

“No, please, don’t, I’m so close.” I hurt now, hurt from being brought to the edge once again, and once again he shut me down right at the point of no return.

Blaise kept that up for almost an hour, and each time he restarted the sensations were more intense. His tendrils invaded every nook and cranny of my body. It got to where I couldn’t stand more than a couple of seconds before I was ready to come.

There were no words left in me, only whimpers and whines, until he got me right up to the line, and this time there was no backing off.

“If you touch me again,” I squeezed out, “that’s it.”

The air around me grew thick, almost as if it were phasing in and out of solidity, shimmering and changing.

“Oh, I know, baby. You’re going to come so hard for me. In five…four…three…two…ONE.”

When he touched me now, there was no army of tongues, no overwhelming assault. There was only a hand on my cock. And that was more than enough.

I screamed as I came. There was no distinguishing between pain and pleasure. It was all one as I emptied myself out.

And he hadn’t been wrong. It felt like I came forever. Over and over, I spurted my release onto the floor in front of me, and still more poured out. I shook as the orgasm continued and my vision blurred.

Would it ever stop? I worried that he’d broken me. When this was over, would anything be left of my mind?

When it ended, my restraints disappeared, and I collapsed, unable to hold myself upright. I didn’t hit the hardwood, however. Blaise caught me, cradling me in his invisible limbs. He was warm around me, lowering me down to the floor and rocking me gently. A soothing hand ran through my hair.

“You are beautiful, my sweet Tommy. You are perfect. I don’t know how I didn’t go crazy, not getting to see you like this for five years.”

I hummed, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My muscles relaxed, the twitching subsiding, and I drifted off to sleep.