Chapter 24
24
“ I ’m never going to leave the house if you keep feeding me like this.” I put the last bite of chicken on my plate into my mouth, savoring the flavor as it bursts across my tastebuds. Somehow, Dot took the random assortment of ingredients in my fridge and turned them into one of the best meals I’ve had in my life.
“Ah, you’ve figured out my dastardly plan,” she says, rubbing her foot against my calf under the table with a playful smile. “Feed you and fuck you until you’re too in love to run away from me.”
We both laugh, and I wonder if she can tell how my heart races at her casual mention of love.
Shit, I can’t be in love with her. Not this fast. That’d be absurd.
I’m drawn to Dot and feel a strong affection for the beautiful woman sitting across from me, her foot creeping further up my thigh with a wicked grin. That must be the reason flutters kick up in my stomach at her words. Not my heart already carving a permanent space for her after one afternoon of sex and cuddling.
“You want anything else?” Dot asks, gesturing vaguely toward the fridge. “I could make dessert.”
“God, no, I think I’ll burst if I eat any more.” I reach across the table and take her pale blue hand, squeezing it. “Thank you again. This was amazing.”
“You’re welcome!” Dot beams back at me, obviously pleased by my compliment. I didn’t know it was possible for her to look even prettier, but her pride and satisfaction make her so radiant, my chest squeezes. “They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but since I can literally go inside you, I don’t know if that matters as much.”
I shake my head, laughing hoarsely as the flutters in my gut mingle with a building arousal. “Is it weird to admit that part of me liked you being inside me?”
Dot’s brows raise in surprise.
Crap, maybe I shouldn’t have said that thought aloud. I’m already embarrassed that I asked her if she could get pregnant with a ghost baby in a moment of panic. Especially now that her magic friend texted back to say that was impossible.
After a moment, Dot grins. “Not really. I don’t blame you. I’m a delight.” She flips her flowing white hair off her shoulder with a flourish.
I let out a relieved breath at her lack of judgement for my strange admission. “Hah. True. It’s good that at least one of us is delightful.”
Dot scowls. “Hey! I happen to be a fan of your mildly grumpy, but secretly a total sweetheart and weirdo vibes.”
I snort. “Gee, thanks.”
She giggles at my fake offense, and I get momentarily lost in how her eyes shimmer even more when she’s smiling.
“Normal people are boring. Embrace it. You’re weird and wonderful.” Dot’s lips twist into a crooked grin. “But going back to me being inside you…”
Her foot slides up my thigh to rest right below my cock. “Once the panic went away, it was really hot. Getting to feel everything you did, having you know how into it I was…fuck, it’s turning me on just thinking about it.”
My dick jerks and my cheeks heat at her description of the experience. “Y-yeah. Exactly.”
She gives me a thoughtful look, her foot sliding up to rest lightly on my lap, teasing my stiff cock. “You know, I was wondering…”
I suppress the urge to grind against her foot, curious about what she’s going to say.
Dot smirks when I nod, encouraging her to continue. “It’s… I’m feeling a little guilty about not being able to do normal couple things.”
Huh. That’s not where I thought she was going. I sober my expression. “Please don’t feel bad. Didn’t you just say normal is boring?”
“Mmm, you’re a good listener,” she purrs, toes playing with the head of my dick through my pants.
I let out a choked sound, and she chuckles, the seductive rasp of her laughter making my dick even harder.
“Seriously, though,” she says and to my disappointed relief, she ceases her movements in my lap so I can focus. “We can’t do most things people do together. I’m not even sure if I can travel away from this house. I think I can, since Max could bring his ghost dog with him to visit me, but I haven’t tried. And assuming I can leave, I can’t go like this.” Dot gestures down to her semi-transparent, glowing body. “I’d have to remove the magic. You wouldn’t be able to see or hear me. It wouldn’t be any better than you going somewhere alone.”
My stomach sinks at the sadness in her voice. I’d do anything to help make it go away. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t go out much,” I say, trying to reassure her.
She shakes her head at me. “Noah, you can’t spend all of your time trapped in this house with me.”
She’s right. This reality of our situation is one of the biggest potential stumbling blocks for being together. But I’m stubborn and motivated. We’ll figure it out.
“I know I can’t be a shut in,” I sigh. “Let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll try going somewhere together in my car. If anyone notices the glowing blue lady in the passenger seat, we’ll be gone before they have time to do more than think it was a trick of the light.”
“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea.”
“I’ve been known to have good ones on occasion,” I reply, pleased she’s okay with trying that out. “Once we figure out if and where you can travel, maybe we can visit your witch friend. He probably has other friends that know spirits exist. That way, we could socialize without you needing to hide. It’s not perfect, but it’s something.”
“You wouldn’t mind me hanging out with another man?” Dot asks, clearly still amused by my flicker of jealousy when she mentioned her friend Max.
Pardon me for being wary of a potential competitor for her affection who sounds a hell of a lot cooler than me.
“Nope, of course I wouldn’t mind. I want you to be happy. If he can help with that, then he’s my new best friend.”
Dot smiles and nods. “Smart and a good listener. I knew I liked you.”
“Don’t forget handsome and good in bed,” I joke.
“Mmm, I definitely won’t,” she purrs, making me very aware of my cock under her foot again.
It gives me an idea. “You know, being invisible and silent while we’re out could have its benefits.”
“Oh?” Dot cocks a brow at me, increasing the pressure of her foot in my lap.
“Yeah.” My voice grows thick with arousal. “You could tease me as much as you wanted without getting caught. I’d have to pretend like nothing was happening to make sure I don’t look deranged.”
Dot’s lips spread into a filthy grin and she rubs her foot up and down my length. “Dirty boy. You really think you’d be able to handle that? Could you be good and not make a scene while I played with you?”
I groan as my cock leaks a bead of pre-cum at the idea, creating a damp spot on my boxers. “Y-yeah. I’d be good.”
“I bet you’d get hard just from knowing I was there watching you. I wouldn’t even need to touch you.” Dot eases her foot off my lap and licks her lips.
I nod, sucking in a breath to steady myself so I’m not so close to the edge. “What if…” I pause, taking a moment to consider something else that’s popped into my head before I voice it aloud. Just to make sure that I’m not only saying it because I’m extremely turned on. But examining it outside the context of a sexy game, it has merit.
“What if you possess me when we go out?”
Dot licks her lips. “First, you want me to tease you in public, and now you want me inside you? Damn, baby.”
“I, uh, yes,” I say, then clear my throat, trying to push aside how turned on I am to explain. “But not only for sex! If you were part of me, we could still interact. We could experience things together.”
“That…” Dot’s mouth opens and closes a few times before she speaks again. “I can’t ask you to do that, Noah.”
“Well, then I guess it’s good that you’re not. I’m offering. I’m not saying I want you in my head 24/7, but I think it could work.”
To my horror, tears well in Dot’s eyes.
“Or we don’t have to do that!” I blurt. “It was just an idea.”
She shakes her head. “No, I want to. But fuck, Noah. I don’t deserve you. I’m not going to let that stop me from selfishly keeping you, but I really don’t.”
I grow misty-eyed at Dot’s awed appreciation, and swallow against the lump in my throat. “Yes, you do. You’re incredible, Dot. Come over here and I’ll show you how much you deserve to be worshipped.”
She wipes away her tears with a warm smile, but shakes her head. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s your turn.” Before I can reply, she slides beneath the table.
“What are you doing?” I get my answer when her hands make quick work of the button and fly of my pants. She tugs my cock out unceremoniously and before I can register the cool air against my skin, she’s spitting on my dick and taking the tip between her lips.
“Shit!” I buck up reflexively and feel her groan against me. She pulls off with a wet pop and pokes her head up from under the table with a wicked grin.
“ Shh . We’re practicing for when you take me out to dinner. Be a good boy and show me how quiet you can be as I suck you off, and maybe I’ll let you fuck my ass later as a reward.”
The ghost woman between my thighs has the audacity to wink at me as I sputter in shocked arousal. Wet heat envelopes my dick again as she takes me down to the hilt, her throat convulsing.
Fucking hell, how am I supposed to stay quiet when she’s deep-throating me like that? It’s like she’s trying to suck my soul out through my dick.
I grip the edge of the table to stabilize myself and grit my teeth together, doing everything in my power not to moan as Dot bobs on my cock with determination. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine, a warning that this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.
A choked wheeze bursts out of me as Dot slides her hand down to fondle my balls in tandem with her mouth working my cock. She lets out a chastising hum, which only serves to make me groan at the sensation.
Fuck, I’m going to come. I bring a hand down, tangling it in her hair to signal her to pull off, but she ignores it, taking me down to the base again. I hunch over the table, clapping a hand over my mouth to muffle my grunt as I unload down her convulsing throat.
I shake through my release, muscles bunching and vision whiting out at the pleasure slamming into me. I think I might pass out momentarily, because the next thing I know, Dot is placing a wet kiss on the head of my dick before tucking it back into my pants.
She emerges back on the other side of the table, her cheeks stained a dark blue and her lips wet and swollen. A lust-drunk grin curves her lips as she surveys the mess on the table and my equally wrecked appearance. “Hmm. We’ll have to work on that.”
This woman is going to be the death of me, and I’ve never been happier.