Page 16 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
Chapter 7
Tyler
After she left, whatever the fuck was wrong with my house went into overdrive. All night long, the floorboard thumped.
It was a noise I didn’t understand. But one that I’d become accustomed to over the months I’d lived in this house.
I didn’t really believe in ghosts. And I wasn’t sure Ava did either.
But I did know that whatever was happening in my house wasn’t normal.
More importantly, and the reason I could ignore it, is because whatever the hell it was, it didn’t try to hurt me. So it was easy to learn to live with it.
I’d learned to live with a lot of hard things in my life. It made a ghost that liked to thump in the night not seem very scary at all.
Although Ava had seemed terrified.
I regretted letting her leave.
Now that she was gone, I wanted to rewind time, pull her into my arms, and kiss her.
It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman showed up on a man’s doorstep wearing nothing but a leotard and a pair of pantyhose.
My cock grew hard thinking about her. While she’d been here, I’d done everything possible to keep myself under control.
But now that she was gone, there was no reason to hold back. I pulled my dick out and gave it a few fast, aggressive strokes.
Had I ever been this turned on before?
I didn’t think so. There was something about Ava that made me feel wild. Knowing a woman like her existed made me question everything I’d come to believe.
Stroking while I walked, I headed to the bathroom for a bottle of lotion.
I’d been convinced I’d spend the rest of my life alone and far away from people, except for the few forced circumstances that came around at the grocery store or the gas station.
But right now, the private life I’d crafted for myself didn’t seem as appealing. I wanted Ava here, chattering away while I stripped her out of that leotard. Her pretty breasts would pop out, and I’d have to give them some attention before yanking the leotard the rest of the way off. That’s when I’d bury my mouth between her thighs.
I wonder what she tastes like?
Why the fuck had I asked her to leave? I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I could be fucking her right now. Or at least kissing her with some serious intent.
She wanted me to kiss her.
That had been obvious. Ava had eyed me all night long, a hint of something wickedly lustful peeking out of her eyes. She’d kept a playful smile on her lips while she studied my muscles, my form, my face.
And then when she’d left, she’d lingered on my front steps for far too long, looking up at me expectantly, lips slightly parted.
I was a damn fool.
My strokes were faster now, and I gripped my cock tightly.
I should have kissed her.
I should have fucked her.
Conjuring up the memory of her face, lips parted, eyes hopefully expectant, tipped me over the edge. I came before I expected, spraying the front of my bathroom vanity with come.
My breaths were ragged, my heart rate flying high as I tried to figure out what this meant.
