Haunting Sin (2 page)

My breath came harder when I looked
at his face. He had a strong chiseled jaw that I wanted to nibble on, till I
reached full lips that would haunt my dreams. He had a straight nose and high
cheekbones. Then I saw his eyes. Exotic and beautiful with a piercing slate
blue hue, they almost glowed in the moonlight. His dark brown hair was cropped
short but thick enough that I could run my fingers through it as he thrust into
me.

I stamped down my fantasy as I bit
down on my lips and squeezed my thighs together. I didn’t know whether to
resurrect Psycho Richard and thank him for my new urges or stomp his ghostly
balls. I tilted my head forward and lowered my eyelids at him. I hadn’t had
much experience with men, but I guess the come-hither look was programmed into
me. He quirked his eyebrows and tilted his head in question. I thought I saw
amusement in his bright eyes.

I heard the soft rumble of a car
approaching. My hero stretched his neck up at the large black monstrosity of a
vehicle. I wanted to stare at the Hummer some more, but the sight of his neck
stretching out of his collar was too tempting. I licked my lips and wished I
had the gull to crawl over and let my tongue play over his tanned skin. I could
hear gruff male voices under the loud truck engine. He turned to look at me
again, still lying on the ground and hopefully as mesmerized with me as I was
with him. The truck doors slammed closed, finally interrupting our heated
stares. I tried to hide a smirk when I saw him swallow hard before setting his
jaw and picking himself up off of the ground.

Four men had come out of the car,
all dressed in the same black uniform and holding the same stoic stance. The
new men glared down at me. Each of them came in different shapes and sizes,
from an unbelievably tall muscled man to a thin-framed man with an athletic
build. Their bodies didn’t matter to me, because a specific body had been
seared into my memory. I still sat on the ground with the five men looming over
me. I no longer feared for my safety, but the situation proved awkward with
everyone exchanging disbelieving looks between themselves.

Finally the smallest of the men
ambled over to me with a genuine smile and offered me his hand. He had soft
features and pale blond hair. I liked the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled. I
took a second to look at my Mr. tall, dark, and handsome before I grabbed the
other man’s hand. My cheeks heated. I couldn’t believe I looked at him wanting
his approval, but it sent a thrill through my body when he tensely crossed his
arms. I looked away to hide my smile, as I grew surer I wasn’t the only one
with heat surging through their veins.

“My name is Andrew… and it seems
you may have stumbled into one of our investigations.” My foot slid and I
tripped into his arms. I blushed at the cute man until I heard a soft growl
coming from Mr. Handsome. I pushed back against him and tried to steady myself,
but I only managed to fall flat on my ass. Andrew chuckled and grasped my arms
with more strength than I would have credited him. He picked me up and placed
me on my feet.

“See that,” he said motioning to a
puddle of slime, “it’s ectoplasm. Just something the spirits give off before
they leave. I like to think of it as a present.” I looked at him incredulously
and dimly replied, “Ectoplasm?” Just as he was about to give his response I
could feel something cool and wet dripping down my leg. I knew my luck wasn’t
so good that the shrapnel wouldn’t hit me. I cursed and swiped my hand around
my calf expecting to find my hand covered in blood. It wasn’t. I stared in
horror at the pale blue mucus that dipped through my fingers. Andrew must’ve
seen my brewing melt down. “Don’t worry, its absolutely harmless to people.

Here let me introduce you to the
rest of the team.”

“Tall guy in the back is Marcus. He’s as big as a building.”
Marcus had pale creamy skin and midnight black hair. His green eyes were
dazzling in the moonlight. The intimidating man surprised me by giving a
sheepish wave.

“Here’s Hopper. Don’t be fooled by
the expression, he’s as gentle as a lamb”. Hopper didn’t look gentle and the
sneer on his face from Andrew’s teasing wasn’t helping. He had painfully short
hair and cold muddy brown eyes. He tilted his head in acknowledgement and stood
so tense I feared for Andrew’s safety. Andrew then led me to the other side of
the car.

“This is James and that’s my only comment because he’s my
boss.” James was military born and bred. He stood as straight as a metal pipe
and had a commanding glare. His hair was short and dark with a little gray
running through his temples. He had brown eyes and sharp features. He scanned
over me as if measuring my threat capacity. When he was satisfied he quirked
his lips and said, “Hello ma’am,” in a smooth southern accent.

Beside James stood the man I had
been waiting to meet. I balled my hands in anticipation. “And this right here
is Devon, the man that has saved you from certain doom, our very own hero
extraordinaire. You know, if I got here first I could’ve saved you
better.”
 
Andrew winked at me and I
decided then that he must get more than his fair share of women’s attentions.

Devon stepped forward a little
hesitant after our ghostly encounter. He reached out and grabbed my hand,
shaking it in greeting. As soon as his smooth hands touched my palm I could
feel electricity spark at my fingertips. “And you must be aching to get home
Ms…” Devon’s large hands started to massage wrist, I could feel his fingers
inching ever so slightly up my arm. I liked the way he touched me and I was
determined to get more of him. I started to walk closer to him. I could feel
the heat of his chest embrace me. My nipples pebbled beneath my top and I
started to softly rub myself against the fabric. I stared at Devon’s full
bottom lip and wished I could bite it as I raked my nails down his hot rippled
body.

“My name is Piper Beaumont,” I
whispered to him in a heavy voice. Everything around me disappeared and I only
had about five more inches till I could rub myself between his strong thighs. I
wanted this man inside of me, filling me till I screamed.

I heard a man clear his throat and
that was the only thing that stopped me from falling to my knees and taking
Devon’s heavy cock into my mouth. I stepped back slowly with furious red
blotches marring my cheeks. Devon escorted me back to the car careful not to
touch me. I have never considered myself a conniving woman, but I was hatching
a plan to have Devon touch me as soon as we were away from the curious stares
of his teammates. I crossed my fingers as he opened the large car door for me.
I smiled when Devon jumped into the car next to me, closing the door behind
him. The men all turned to look at me expectantly, all except for Devon who
seemed completely uninterested. I was confused. Was this not the man who looked
like he was fucking me with his eyes only moments ago?

“We need to get some things
straight,” James said.

“We need to know why you were out here. You see I would be a
very happy man if we just saved an innocent from becoming ghost supper, but I
don’t think that is what happened tonight. I found salt and sage on the ground
and I’m assuming they’re not for your beauty routine.”

I opened my mouth and closed it
again; looking at the hard stare James was giving me. I wanted to tell him a
version of events that would give me the least amount of trouble. It only took
me a few seconds to notice all the technology strewed throughout the car, I
knew I was dealing with military. I swallowed and prepared to tell them a lie;
I really didn’t want to become a human guinea pig. I looked at James and all of
my hope shot out of the car like an arrow. James wasn’t a man to tolerate lies
and I had a suspicion he knew bullshit when he smelled it.

“I was hired by the family of a
deceased woman to investigate her death after the police determined it was from
natural circumstances.”

“And these investigations led to the exploded ghost whose
currently dripping down your leg.”

Bastard was chiding me.

“Yes.”

“What kinds of experiences do you usually have with your
investigations?”

I could’ve lied; I wanted to lie, but I still felt unsure if
James was all he appeared.

“I’m nothing special. Really. I’ve seen spirits since before
I could talk, so naturally I learned a little psychic self-defense for the ones
who couldn’t take a hint and leave.”

“You usually use…”

“Crystals, salt, oils, herbs, whatever gets the job done.
I’ve only ever helped in four haunted houses, I don’t have much experience.”

James’ eyes turned calculating, I
could feel him analyzing the way I sat, if I blinked too much or too little, or
if I breathed too fast or too slow. James had gone into human lie detector
mode.
 
I stared evenly at him, not
willing to be the first to look away. The men in the car were silent, waiting
for their boss’ judgment. James turned back around in his seat and rustled
through some papers. He pulled out a toothpick, stuck it in his mouth, and gave
me a devilish smile.

“Well Ms. Beaumont would you be liking a ride home?”

Just like that all the tension in the car had ceased.

I wished I didn’t need a ride home,
but I was certain my roommate Angela had abandoned me hours ago. Angela and I
have never been the best of friends; we became roommates out of pure necessity.
Our already strained relationship took a hard hit as soon as she discovered my
talent with the occult. She was completely neurotic of the anything pertaining
to the undead and she made sure to bitch if I even left a candle out. I just
hoped she didn’t find out that I bummed a ride off of her to investigate a
murderous ghost, it might be one pull too many on our already tenuous living
arrangements.

I huffed out a breath in
frustration. I could see Devon watch the rise and fall of my breast with hungry
eyes. I forgot my troubles and leaned back into the car seat, allowing his eyes
to grope all over my body. I sighed again, loving the feel of the car’s motor
beneath me. I squirmed on the seat working my hips back and forth, hypnotized
by the soft rhythm.
 
Devon’s eyes
scaled down my breast and stomach, till he was transfixed on my rolling
hips.
 
I wasn’t the only one
hypnotized; Devon licked his lips as his eyes slowly traveled back up my body.

I was sad to feel the car come to a
halt outside my apartment building. My body still craved the decadent
vibrations of the car and the feel of Devon’s eyes. Devon already had the car
door open before any of the other men could offer to escort me up to my
apartment. A strong hand guided me out of my seat. He anxiously walked me up
the stairs of my apartment building. I could feel the tension pouring off of
him. I wanted to try to make small talk with him, but I was shamefully
intimidated, even after my earlier bravado.

I had started to wonder if I had
imagined our chemistry. Sadly, I reached my apartment door discouraged and
insecure. I hid my eyes behind my curtain of hair while I searched for my keys.
I turned around to face him and offered a shy goodbye, while not meeting his
eyes. I reasoned with myself that I could lock the door on that handsome face
if I didn’t stare into those eyes. I was about to turn back around when he
grabbed my wrist and pushed my back hard against the door.

I stared into his eyes then, they
were bright with lust. His mouth came crashing down onto mine. There was
nothing soft about his kiss; it was as hard as the rest of him. He forced his
tongue into my mouth, owning it. With every skillful turn of his tongue he
tried to dominate me, but he found me a little harder to tame then he thought.

I bit down on him in challenge. He
didn’t expect that. Devon jumped back, but when he saw the teasing smile on my
face, his pelvis slammed me into door and he bit down on my lips in punishment.
“I love a good fight,” he rasped in my ear. I wanted him so bad that I couldn’t
think; I just wanted him inside of me.

While he continued the assault on
me mouth, I wrapped my arms around him. I started to slide my hands down his
taut back until I reached the roundness of his ass and thrust him back into me
again. I had to feel that stiff straining cock push against me. His chest
rumbled as he reached down behind him grabbing both my hands. He bit down hard
on shoulder and gave me a sultry grin as he pinned my arms high above my head.
He reached behind me with his free hand and snatched my hair back, forcing my
mouth open.
 
I bit my bottom lip,
loving the sting of pain. Devon licked a line across my mouth and gave me a
husky growl, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and sucked on his tongue,
thinking of all the ways his sinful mouth could please me.

This man was used to being in
control, but he was going to have to wrestle it from me. I was never going to
lay back and take it. He began to push against me, the friction made me moan. I
wrapped my legs around his thrusting hips, needing more. I began to struggle in
his hold; I wanted him out of his pants. My struggling only pleased him. He held
my wrists tighter and began to grope my breast with his other hand. He punished
me for every stroke of my hips with a tight twist of my nipple.

I was about to come; I just needed
a little more. He slid his big hands down my body. I could feel him dip his
thick fingers into my wet slit. I leaned my head back and let out a soft cry as
Devon began to caress my nub. He let go of my wrists and as soon as my feet
were to the floor he gave my nipple another hard pinch. My orgasm shattered me;
Devon clamped his lips over my mouth, swallowing down the sound of my screams.

I sagged against the wall while
Devon kissed along my neck. I started to slide my hands down his sculpted
torso, loving the feel of his muscles under my fingertips. I could see his cock
straining against his black pants. I reached down and unzipped his pants. I
moaned, loving the feel of his cock in my hands.