My Inherited House Might be Haunted

Twelve

Rhett

I paused the sexing up for the five minutes it took to let Myst out to go potty and lock up the house. I led the way upstairs, and Calix behaved like a perfect gentleman right up until we were in my bedroom with the door closed. Then it was like a switch was flipped. He backed me into the wall, the hunger in his eyes so stark and naked I felt a nervous thrill go up my spine. I had never in my life had a man look at me that way, and my god, could he stare at me a little longer? Please and thank you.

I had to put hands on him. I reached for him even as he closed in, sliding both hands around his neck and drawing him in for a kiss. The rough texture of his hair tickled my fingers, and I found myself gripping some of the locks even as his mouth found mine.

The first touch of his lips sent a thrill right through me. I kissed him back earnestly, and while I was happy with the kiss, I still craved more. I needed all of him.

My hands abandoned his hair so I could get the vest and shirt off him. He’d looked handsome in them, but right now, I needed skin.

I could taste his smile in his kiss. He liked my eagerness. Calix’s hands joined mine as he shrugged off the opened clothing, then attacked my shirt. It was a relief to let clothes hit the floor and feel his warm skin pressed to mine.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it eagerly, tangling with it, swallowing his moans of enjoyment. Damn, he gave amazing kisses, and I could kiss him all day. Then his hand covered my dick through my jeans, bold and hot, and it was my turn to moan.

Jeans. Jeans had to go. Jeans had to go now .

I yanked them open, then Calix’s, because the restriction of pants right now was downright criminal. Calix immediately capitalized on it and got his hand directly on my dick, pulling it free and stroking it, and oh my god, he was a witch all right because the way he handled me was downright magical.

Part of me really wanted to drag him to the bed so he could fuck me senseless, but I wasn’t sure if I could let go of him long enough to manage it. The idea of pulling free of him for even a second made me want to whimper in protest.

Calix broke the kiss to whisper against my mouth. “Hand jobs? Then we can find the patience to make it to the bed.”

I nodded fervently. “Yes.”

With his pants pushed down to his thighs, I could finally return the favor. Calix had an absolutely beautiful dick—so long and with such a nice girth to him. I wrapped my hand around him, and damn, he was hot to the touch. His mouth found mine again, dominating the kiss as we found a rhythm, stroking each other.

Calix’s free hand wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and I loved it. I loved how he wanted me as close as he could get me. I snuck a hand back into his hair again, needing to hold on to something as this man sent my body ever higher with pleasure.

Being with him was unlike any other sexual experience I’d ever had. It felt like intense heat kept sweeping through me, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through my system over and over again. My breath caught in my throat but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Our chemistry was so intense, sometimes I felt like sparks lit between us where our skin touched. It was a thrill like no other.

My climax built so hard and fast I barely had any warning signs before it swept through me. I arched into his arms as I came hard all over his hand, my cry of pleasure absorbed into his mouth. Blackness ate at my vision, and I honestly lost control of my body for a second. Next thing I knew, I’d collapsed against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around me. I think he came, too, as he felt warm and relaxed against me, as mellow with the afterglow of good sex as I felt.

His chest jerked with a laugh, though?

I lifted my head up to look at him, then realized the lights were out. Uh. Huh? I’d turned them on the second we came into the room.

“Did we somehow turn the lights off?” That was kind of funny. How did we even do that? We were nowhere near the light switch.

“You did, yes.” Calix’s laughter had a sort of incredulous note to it. “When you climaxed, the bulbs exploded.”

Uh...what? “They did not.”

“See for yourself.”

I tilted my torso so I could see around his shoulder. Damn. He was right. The bulbs were in pieces, with most of the glass spread out over the foot of my bed. That was going to be a mess and a half to clean up.

“How did that even happen?” Light bulbs didn’t just explode for no reason.

“Well, cutie, when a technomage like yourself loses control of your powers, things are bound to happen.”

I turned my head to stare at him. He wasn’t making sense. “A what?”

“Technomage.” He lifted his hand to brush hair off my forehead, eyes warm but also excited. “You are, without a doubt, a technomage.”

He had to be kidding.

Oh my god, he wasn’t kidding.