He walked over to the couch and slumped down on it. “Still nothing, huh?”
He couldn’t lie to her. She didn’t want to lie to him. She walked over to him. “I’m sorry. But I’m still coming back with equipment,” she quickly added. “And just because I’m not feeling anything right now doesn’t mean I won’t feel anything later. Maybe it’s just not the right time of day.”
He sadly shook his head. “I feel it up here day or night.”
She knelt in front of him. “Please don’t give up yet. I haven’t.” She put her hand on his thigh.
Their eyes met and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Supernatural or not, there was something about this man she couldn’t turn away from. Both of them. But right now, Brad was the one in front of her, and that white-hot, plugged-in feeling had returned.
He reached out and stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warmth of his flesh against hers. She leaned into his touch.
“Is…is it happening again?” he whispered. “It is, isn’t it? I feel it.”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to think. If it was, she wanted it to keep happening.
Warmth radiated from his body, through the soft denim of his faded jeans. She kept her eyes closed and slid both hands up his thighs until she found his zipper.
He let out a soft groan as she quickly worked by feel to unfasten his belt and open his jeans. He helped her by sliding them down his hips. She opened her eyes to find a large cock straining against the front of his briefs.
Before anything could snap her out of their illusion, she pulled his briefs down, freeing his cock. A good thick eight inches, cut. She nuzzled the head before flicking her tongue out to swipe at a drop of pre-cum at the slit.
Brad moaned, his hands on her shoulders. She glanced up to look at him, his head thrown back.
In for a penny…
Her lips parted. She encircled the base with the fingers of one hand as she slowly took him deeper between her lips. His fingers tightened on her shoulders as another moan escaped him.
Between her legs her pussy throbbed, aching, wanting this delicious cock inside her but wanting to taste him, too. She laved her tongue over and around his cock as she worked it deeper into her mouth. Under her fingers she felt his member twitching, jerking against her with every millimeter deeper she went. And he tasted good, too. Tangy and sweetly salty, she closed her eyes again and worked her mouth up and down his shaft.
He swelled even harder against her tongue. She felt heat building in him as his release grew closer. She wanted to make him come, to get him over so at least one of them could have relief before this mirage ended.
Faster, deeper, he clutched at her shirt until he let out a soft cry. His body went rigid as his cock spasmed in her mouth. Several spurts of hot, sweet cum flowed into her mouth and she went as deep as she could while swallowing everything.
As he went limp, downstairs they heard a door close.
“Brad? You up there?” Ellis called up. “Whose car is that?”
They looked at each other. Mandaline stared up at him, feeling as horror-struck as he looked.
They both looked down to where Brad’s now-spent cock hung out of his jeans.
They looked at each other again. Together, they both said, “Shit!”
Chapter Seven
Brad took point, almost catching his cock in his zipper as he stood and frantically worked to put himself together. “Blue toothbrush is mine,” he whispered. “Go!”
He headed down the stairs at a run to intercept Ellis while Mandaline grabbed her purse and ran downstairs to duck into the bathroom.
She locked herself in. In the mirror, she looked wild-eyed and…
Well, like she’d just given a guy a blow job in his attic.
Shit!
She dropped Brad’s toothbrush in the sink three times before she managed to keep hold of it long enough to get toothpaste on it. She could still taste his cum in her mouth. Not that it was a bad taste, but she didn’t want to be talking to Ellis like that.
That was no fucking illusion!
She brushed her teeth and freshened up. Before unlocking the door she took one last look in the mirror. She wore a wide-eyed look she knew wouldn’t fool anyone with an IQ over fifty, or an age over four.
Still trembling a little, she pasted a smile on her face, tried again when that one looked a tad too manic, and unlocked the door.
Ellis was coming up the stairs, followed by Brad.
“Welcome to our humble abode,” he joked. “And thank you for bringing him home. I really appreciate it.”
“Oh, hey, he bought me dinner. I’m easy like that.” She swallowed back the laugh that wanted to burp out as, behind Ellis, Brad clapped a hand to his face. “I mean, it was my pleasure. Um, it gave me a chance to look over the house to get a feel for it. And I needed to get out of the store for a while.”
Ellis looked at her a little funny, then turned to Brad, who’d managed to school his face into a mild smile before Ellis spotted him.
“Is everything okay?” Ellis asked.
Mandaline hoped they didn’t look like a couple of bobblehead dolls in serious need of Valium. “I tripped at the top of the steps when coming out of the attic. Just startled me, is all. Brad caught me. I’m fine.” Brad might not be able to lie, but I damn sure can.
Ellis’ brow furrowed, but apparently her explanation satisfied him. “So, what do you think of the house so far?”
She struggled to keep a near-hysterical laugh at bay. I think I’m losing my mind. “Like I told Brad, I’m going to bring the equipment in and we’ll see what we find. Actually, I’m wondering, based on his symptoms, if there aren’t some high EMF readings somewhere.”
Ellis frowned. “EMF?”
“Electromagnetic frequency. High levels can cause all sorts of symptoms.”
He actually seemed to brighten. “Oh. Really?”
Brad coughed. “Yeah, dude. I might really be feeling stuff.”
A little of a frantic laugh escaped her before she cut it off. “I’m not ruling anything out until we get some equipment in here.”
Yep, Ellis definitely looked relieved now. “That would be great, to know it’s something we can fix.”
“He likes fixing things,” Brad teased. “I’m going to walk her out to her car. I’ll be right back,” Brad told him.
They hurried downstairs and outside.
“Mandaline, I’m so sorry!”
She let that laugh escape. “You’re apologizing to me for the blow job that I gave you?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought it was another one of those…whatevers.”
“So did I.” She leaned back against her car and let out a long breath. “Holy crap.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please, stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She snorted. “At least you bought me dinner first.”
He stared at her a moment before they both broke out in laughter. She let him scoop her in close for a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I feel bad I didn’t get to reciprocate.”
He felt good. Oooh, his body felt sooo good. “Next time, I’ll sit on the couch. And I’ll wear a skirt.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re the first woman I’ve been with in a couple of years now.”
“Since that other woman Ellis told me about?”
“Yeah.” He looked down at her. “Are you really okay?”
She grinned. “Lucky for both of us I’m a swallower or we could have had a lot of trouble explaining that.”