Page 42 of Haunted Hearts
Seeing her look up at me while on her knees, the head of my cock between her soft, pillowy lips, is like a wet dream come to life. My dick is rock hard, and my balls are so tight I feel like I’m going to burst. Actually, I’d like to. All over her gorgeous face.
There’s a buzzing noise, and we both tense. It’s my damn phone, vibrating again in the pocket of my jeans. Lydia looks at me questioningly, clearly wondering whether I want her to stop so I can answer it. I dig the phone out of my pocket, silence it, and toss it onto the counter.
“Ignore it,” I say. “For the love of god, ignore it.”
And then every thought I had flies straight out of my head as Lydia absolutely does ignore my buzzing phone and instead takes my entire length into her mouth and sucks. Hard.
“Holy shit,” I groan. “Sweet mother of… fuck.”
I can feel the warm vibrations of Lydia’s laugh around my cock. She’s sliding her mouth up and down my shaft now, sucking so hard her cheeks are hollowed and I’m afraid for a second I might blow my load before I’ve even had time to enjoy this.
“Lydia,” I grind out. “It’s… a good thing… you’ve got such a big fucking mouth.”
Again, I feel the warmth of her laugh on my dick. Her hair’s falling around her face as she bobs up and down on me, and suddenly, I can’t resist anymore. Before I even realize it, I’m gripping her silky hair in my fist and pulling, pulling, so her head tilts all the way back and my cock slides out of her mouth.
“It’s a good thing,” I continue, my fingers still gripping her hair. “Because you’re going to need that big mouth of yours for what I’m about to do. And I suspect you’ll be a lot less mouthy while I’m doing it.”
We lock eyes, and although there’s something in hers that looks uncertain, there’s also a challenge. She smiles slightly, leaning forward to wrap her parted lips around my head and start engulfing me with her sweet, wet mouth.
And then I take it from there. I stand up from the barstool and thrust my hips forward, ramming myself all the way to the back of her throat. She gags, but she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she grips my ass and pulls me closer, taking me so far down her throat it makes my thighs shake. When she moans, I know she’s into it, and I grip the hair of her scalp, pulling hard to tug her up and down my shaft as I thrust.
It’s fucking heaven. And something feral inside me unleashes.
“Lydia,” I growl, still gripping the back of her head. “You’re going to swallow.”
She nods, but it’s not a request. It’s a fucking order.
Because I need it. This beautiful woman kneeling below me has been inching her way ever closer to the parts of me I can’t let anyone see—and it’s fucking terrifying. I can almostfeelmyself losing control, feel my guards dropping every time she flashes that coy little smile. This is my last desperate grasp at control.
I pull Lydia’s head in toward me and let myself go. The wave of release that floods through me as my dick stills, and then jerks, emptying into her mouth while she looks up at me and swallows down every last bit of my cum, is absolutely shattering. For a minute, I’m not sure my knees are going to hold me up, but they do, and I stroke Lydia’s hair gently as she slides me out of her mouth. She presses a kiss to my tip, and I fall back, bare-assed, onto the barstool.
I lean back, flinging my forearm across my face. “Jesus Christ, woman.”
Lydia laughs softly. “Just repaying the favor. From the other day…”
I let my arm drop and look at her. “Oh, we’re keeping score now?”
She shrugs. “You did me a favor last week, and then we both benefitted the other night. That leaves you the odd one out. So, there you go.”
The idea that she’s just repaying me for when I finger fucked her against the wall brings a flash of disappointment. I push it away, focusing instead on the wave of relief it also brings. Maybe that’s all this is: settling the score. I should be happy about that.
“Well, I guess we’re even now,” I say, zipping myself up.
“Guess so,” Lydia says. “Glad we’re square.”
“Alright, so…” I stand, running a hand aimlessly through my hair. My thighs are still quivering, and I’m having a hard time gathering my thoughts. What the fuck did I evencomehere for? Now, in the aftermath of that glorious blowjob, I can’t evenbegin to imagine how I thought this would be a good idea. I need to get my head screwed on straight. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Lydia tips her head to the hallway, and I head off in that direction. I just need to be away from her for a few minutes. Take a few breaths, try to get my shit together. I’m already feeling guilty for letting Lydia suck me off, and I need to figure out how to handle it. Even if itwastransactional like she claims, I’m pretty sure she won’t be thrilled once she knows I’ve already sent Ethan my recommendations for contractors. I didn’t manage to get tothatpart.
There’s also the problem that Ilikehaving Lydia’s mouth wrapped around my cock. And the way I’m feeling right now, I’d probably kill someone to have her do that again. As I stare at my reflection in Lydia’s bathroom mirror, I just want to bang my stupid head against it. I can’t stay away from the woman whose childhood memories I will now officially be wrecking—and I haven’t even told her everything I know. I’m fucking weak.
While we were manning the blind date book booth, I sent Ethan the names of a few of the contractors I’ve worked with in the past, and now I’m wishing I would’ve waited. Ethan doesn’t pussyfoot around. Although the bulk of construction won’t happen until the spring, he’s itching to get the foundation for the new computer lab poured before winter, and he’s certainly not going to slow things down for the assistant librarian. God.
I’d still been planning to tell Lydia today, but now that I’m here—with my dick freshly blown, no less—I don’t think I can handle having to traipse back out there and tell the woman who just got on her knees for me that there’s more to the bits I told her on the way here.
Jesus, Mary, andfuckingJoseph. I’ve really fucked us both.
I splash some water on my face, then search my pockets for my phone. Maybe I can… do some kind of damage control. Come up with a reason to get the board to hold off on thegroundbreaking a little longer. I need to text Ethan, buy myself a little more time with Lydia.
