Page 86 of The Haunting Plot

Her finger traces under the head of my dick. “It is your dick.” There’s a hint of shock in her tone.

“Did you think I had someone else’s dick in my pants?”

She ignores my retort as I close my eyes, lost to the feeling of her hand on my cock. There’s rustling in the nightstand next to me before her mouth returns to my dick.

“I think it’s clean, but I’m sorry to tell you, no matter how much mouth-to-mouth you do, there’s no resuscitating him.”

She flashes me a feline grin. “There are other ways I can make you come.”

“You already made me come.”

“I didn’t. That was all you humping the bed.”

“Pretty sure it was the way you gushed all over my face when you came.” Warm hands cup my balls, and then she’s sliding off my boxers and pants. There’s the click of a bottle opening, and then her finger slides back further, past my balls, pressing against a part of my body no one has touched before, and I… don’t hate it. When she applies more pressure, I can’t contain the whimper that escapes me. “Fuck. What are you doing?”

“Giving you a prostate orgasm.”

“Oh, okay. Wait, what?”

Her finger breaches my opening, and I tense. She clicks her tongue, scolding me. “I need you to relax. Can you do that?”

Why is her condescension turning me on right now? And why do I like her finger in my ass? “Have you ever done this before?”

“Not on a person.”

My head pops up. “I’m gonna need you to explain that statement right now. What were you sticking your fingers in, and did you wash those fingers before touching me?” I break out into a shit-eating grin, and she cups my balls in her free hand.

“I’ve never actually tried this before, but I’ve researched it for my books. And my late husband described it in detail.”

“Not really…” She pushes in a little more, teasing me. “Not… answering my… question. Oh fuck. Fuck. What are you doing to me?”

“Found it.” She continues applying firm pressure to my inner wall.

Hours could have passed, and I’d be none the wiser. Time is fucking relative, and right now I’m lost to every move this goddess makes. The way she’s massaging me feels magical, eliciting sensations I’ve never experienced before. I should be ashamed of the noises I’m making, should be embarrassed by the way I’m whimpering and writhing at her touch, but I’m too lost in the ecstasy.

Utter euphoria crashes into me, out of nowhere, engulfing my entire body. I can’t concentrate, can’t think straight as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. I’m vaguely aware that my mouth is making sounds, but everything sounds foreign to me. This orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, lasting far longer than I expect it to. All I can do is succumb as the sensation washes over me.

When pleasure finally releases its grip on me, I look down, and Raven has the biggest smile on her face. Fuck, I would do anything to make her look like that again.

“What the fuck was that? Did you cast some sort of spell on me?”

“Don’t ruin this moment by opening your mouth.” There’s humor in her eyes, and I know she’s teasing me. Kind of.

“Seriously, what did you just do to me? It didn’t feel like a normal orgasm.”

“It’s called a dry prostate orgasm.”

“Come again?”

“You just did.” She smirks. “It’s when you have an orgasm without ejaculating. You don’t even have to get hard. It’s actually better when you don’t.”

I glance at my dick, and sure as fuck she’s right. “You made me come hands-free?”

“Technically no? I used my hands, just not on your dick.”

“I’m not gonna argue technicalities with you.”

Raven climbs off the bed, and I watch as she saunters to the bathroom. My entire body still feels tingly, and I drop my head back, listening as she washes her hands. The bed jostles as she climbs back in next to me. “I want you to spend the night. Don’t worry, I’ll wash your pants.”