Page 17 of Spooked
Like fuck, she hasn’t,I think with a slight grin. Poor Bertie, she’s probably pulled a blinder on you.
Seems I’m not the only one who doubts her as Bertie pulls her to him, cradling her head. “Em, I don’t care if I’m the first or hundredth man to have you, I just want to be your last. I’ll make it good for you, baby. I promise.”
Their lips meet and meld. The kiss, which starts off gentle and romantic, quickly evolves into something more. He ravishes her mouth, and while there’s a good part of me that thinks Emerald knew a good thing when she saw him and trapped him, I’m almost convinced she’s not faking it when she moans and all but attacks him back. The air seems to sizzle around them, and while it’s quite inappropriate, my own cock perks up, interested as if I’m watching porn.
I wish I were anywhere but here.I don’t want to be aroused by two ghosts getting it on.I try to close my eyes, but even that seems beyond me.
As their mouths mash together, his arms go around her back. She may not be the professed virgin she told him, but he’s obviously no innocent himself. I have to admire his technique. He has no problem edging her out of that corset until it falls loose. He moves his body back without breaking the kiss and lets the garment fall to the floor. The marks left by the tight clothing mar her skin, but he appears not to notice, too enthralled by feeling her now free breasts in his hands.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her.
Is that virginal type shudder of apprehension genuine or faked?It’s hard to tell. But I can admire a good actor when I see one.
After applying attention to her nipples and tits, his hands move lower and start to pull her panties down, leaving her in a suspender belt and stockings just like I would. Fuck, at this moment, I wish I could move so I could palm my dick as her only slightly trimmed bush is revealed, hinting at what lies underneath.
Funnily, normally, my broken leg would start to protest if I’d been left standing on it so long, but there’s no discomfort at all. It’s as if I’m being supported by a cloud. But I’m given no time to ponder this as Bertie strips all his clothes off fast, then lifts Emerald in his arms and gently situates her on the bed.
“I’m going to claim my wife now.”
Frowning, I watch on in horror as he neither lowers his mouth nor even applies his fingers to get her ready for him. I suppose in their days, sex was all for him, and not for her. I stiffen as I watch him simply push his not inconsiderable cock in, and wince as she tenses and screams. Her reaction isn’t faked. The tears leaking from her eyes are genuine.
“Fuck,” he says, tensing, then pulling out. As he looks down to see the evidence, I can also clearly see the blood on his dick. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
I notice she can barely look at him. I want to scream out, to give him pointers.Touch her clit for fuck’s sake, even if you don’t know how to find her G-spot.It’s no wonder men are thought of as animals with just carnal instinct.
“Finish it,” Emerald gasps.
With gritted teeth, Bertie pushes himself back in. His pace quickens. I watch her. Fuck, I’ve heard about just lying back and taking it, but it’s clear she just wants it over with.
Never, ever, even with a club whore have I been so unfeeling.
He grunts, thrusts once more, then stills. After a moment, he leans down, kisses her, and tells her how beautiful she is, that she’s all he ever wanted. That he hopes his seed took root, and how they could be parents soon.
Then, to my astonishment, Emerald takes his hand and directs it to her clit. “I may be innocent, but I’ve listened to a lot of people and know about my body. Make me feel good too.”
To my surprise, I realise Maeve’s moved in front of me, her back against my chest, and in a demanding fashion, she grabs hold of my hand and presses it against her groin. We both watch as Bertie’s eyes widen as he flexes his fingers over Emerald’s sensitive nub. He grins when he sees her body’s reaction and does it again. Kudos to him, but he’s a quick learner. And so am I. Cock throbbing, my hands suddenly loosen from the inertia that had enthralled me. I undo the zip of Maeve’s pants, feeling how wet she is, and copy Bertie’s actions as he changes his movements, starting to strum, and redoubling his efforts when Emerald throws her head back and her muscles tense. When her orgasm floods over her, I’m not quite sure who’s most surprised, her or him. But I don’t have a moment to think about it, as Maeve tenses, leans into me, then I feel her let go with a scream. As I continue a practised motion of my fingers, prolonging her pleasure before bringing her down, something loosens inside ofme, sharing the experience with Bertie as if our minds have become one. Knowing he’s going to want to hear Emerald make those sounds, to see her make that expression again and again.As that’s exactly how I feel about Maeve.
Maeve’s still panting heavily as I hold her against me, my cock pulsating, wondering how I’m going to get a release. But my eyes are still transfixed on the scene in front of us.
When their heavy breathing starts to slow, Bertie puts his weight first on his hands, then lifts himself off the bed. Naked as the day he was born, he strides across the room, deflated cock swinging without giving a damn. He heads for the ornate dressing table, pulls out a drawer, then fiddles with something underneath, opening a secret compartment. He pulls out what’s within and, with it hidden in his hands, returns to the bed.
“Emerald,” he breathes out. “I’d hoped for, desired, the gift that you’d given me. If you hadn’t been pure, I’d have given you these on the birth of our first child. But tonight…” his voice sounds choked. “Tonight you’ve given me more than I’ve ever dreamed of, so the time is now.”
With those words, he fastens an incredible gold and emerald necklace around her neck, places emerald earrings in her ears, a bracelet around her wrist, and tops it by putting a ring on her right hand.
His voice chokes. “I love you so much, Em.”
It’s so touching, tears prick at the back of my hardened biker eyes. Even though my earlier desire was to get the fuck out of here, as the scene starts fading in front of me, like a movie I’ve enjoyed every minute of, I now want to continue to watch everything play out. The candles snuff out as though a breeze had blown through, and the oil lamps fade and die. The dim light of the setting sun is the only thing illuminating the room as feeling returns to my legs, the ache of standing too long. I lose my balance and start to fall backward, reaching out for support,which leads me to take Maeve by the arm. Both of us topple over to land not on the bed covered in a soft mattress, but on an unforgiving, hardwood frame that cracks as we land on it, but luckily holds.
“Fuck!” I exclaim as the air’s forced out of me. Then, remembering my companion and my manners, ask, “Are you alright?”
I find a soft woman’s body rolled on top of me, her mouth finding mine, pressing frantically against my lips. My cock is hard from the scene I’d just witnessed. Her actions lead me to presume that she’s equally turned on. Placing my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her lips more firmly down, only to find I’m kissing my own palm, and a whisper lingering in the air…find me.
What the fuck?
I sit up, but there’s no woman in my arms. The room is empty, a decaying hulk of what was once wondrous and fine.
Have I imagined everything?
