The New Paranormal

by Jackson Tyler

  I hooked my arms around Roman’s neck. Our lips collided, hard and passionate. I hadn’t realized how guarded Roman had been when we had kissed before, but this was something else. This was pure passion. No reservations. I wondered what an EMF meter would read if you pointed it at us. We were creating a lot of energy.

  His hand snaked around my waist, and he lifted his lips from mine, only for them to land on my neck, underneath my earlobe. I gasped.

  When I met Roman, I had barely been able to stand him, but now I couldn’t stand the thin layer of clothes between us. I stripped off his t-shirt and started undoing the drawstring on his cargo pants.

  “You’re very efficient at that,” he half-gasped.

  “I know how to get what I want.”

  He groaned. “It’s not fair that you’re wearing so many more clothes than me.”

  Finally having his cargo pants undone, I slipped them down to his ankles, revealing parts of Roman’s body I’d only dreamed of. Arousal pumped me hard. Roman’s thighs were muscular, covered with a curly layer of dark hair that I couldn’t stop myself lavishing kisses over. A solid bulge stretched his tight briefs. I nuzzled the outline of his cock, and his knees buckled.

  Roman’s shoes got in the way before I could finish taking his pants off.

  I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Why don’t you get those boots off while I get naked?”

  He bit his lip and nodded. I could hardly keep my hands to myself. I still couldn’t totally believe this was happening.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He sat back on his bed to undo his heavy shoes. The tip of his dick poked out of the waistband of his briefs, a tantalizing glimpse of what would come later.

  I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my pants. “I want you to fuck my fucking brains out, Roman.”

  “How can I say no to that?” He groaned. “God, I’ve been thinking about sinking my cock into your ass since I met you.”

  “Really?” I slipped my t-shirt off over my head and stepped out of my briefs, butt naked and totally exposed. My dick stood hard and tall. Roman stared. While he was watching, I decided to give him a show. I reached down and began to jerk off, looking him straight in the eye. His pupils dilated, and he cast his gaze down to watch me pleasure myself.

  “How much did you think about this when you met me?” I asked him.

  “Fleetingly, at first.” Shoes unlaced now, he tugged them off. “But lately…” He tugged his underwear down his ass, revealing his glorious cock one inch at a time. “The more time I spend with you, the more I want you.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned. I was salivating at the thought of having that dick inside me.

  But before I could say anything more intellectual, Roman’s face was next to mine, soulful eyes staring into my soul. He touched the pendant around my neck. “You’re still wearing my pendant.”

  “Yeah, it reminds me of you.” I shrugged it off, like that confession was no big deal.

  He kissed me so hard I felt like we were melting into each other. Before I could truly disappear into him, he broke away from me.

  “You’re adorable.”

  Before I could protest, he was on his knees in front of me.

  “Are you-”

  I couldn’t finish my sentence before he wet his lips and sucked me down. It had been a long time since I’d had a blowjob, especially one this good. Roman sucked gently at first, then harder and faster, until I was whimpering, my cock pulsing on his wet tongue.

  “It feels so good,” I gasped.

  He pulled away. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”

  “Then keep doing it,” I told him with a grin. I didn’t want him to stop, ever.

  But Roman never listened to me. Instead of sucking my desperate cock more, he kissed his way up my body, making me shiver when his tongue skimmed my hip bones and making me gasp when he nipped my sensitive nipples.

  It felt like forever that I stood there, letting this man kiss every inch of me. I had never been savored like this before. I relished every moment.

  Roman stood to his full height again. “Get on the bed.”

  I raised my eyebrows and smirked. “Bossy.”

  “You love how bossy I am.”

  “I do,” I said. This time, I was more than happy to do what Roman told me. I lay on my back on his bed, hoping that such a small bed would be able to handle the exercise we were about to do on top of it.

  Roman leaned over and surrounded me with his arms, planting his lips on mine. I could have kissed him forever, except my cock, wet with his saliva, was begging for more. I waited for him to relax before I took him by surprise, flipping him over so that I was on top, straddling his waist. His eyes were bright with shock and arousal.

  “You’re sneaky,” he said.

  “I’m good at being sneaky.”

  My cock pressed against his. I could feel every throbbing ridge and pulsing vein. I kissed Roman while I rutted my frantic hips against his. He groaned appreciatively.

  “I want to taste you,” I whispered in his ear.

  He guided my shoulders with his hands as I crawled down his body.

  “Well, well, well,” I breathed when my mouth was hovering over his cock. Now it was my turn to make Roman gasp and shudder. I would make him scream more than any ghost ever could.

  “Are you just going to look at it?” said Roman

  I wrapped my lips around the head of Roman’s cock, and my big strong ghost hunter genuinely whimpered. He tasted divine, like salt and candy, and like… Roman. He tasted the way he smelled. Intoxicating.

  I licked all the way from the slit at the tip of Roman’s dick down to his balls, taking notes of the parts of him that seemed exceptionally sensitive. I’d never been great at deep-throating (a flaw Roman did not share), but he didn’t seem to mind. I took his cock as deep as I could, sucking hard, then eased up slightly to lap gently, teasingly at his cockhead.

  “Isaac,” he moaned. “You drive me wild.”

  “In a good way?”

  “In every way.”

  I had to have him inside me. I wasn’t going to last long tonight; I’d been dreaming of it for too long. But I wanted to make this good. I wanted to make this the best he’d ever had. I liked Elliot well enough, but I wanted to show Roman how much better I could be.

  “Where do you keep your condoms and lube?” I asked.

  He widened his eyes at me, a wicked grin spreading over his face. “Top drawer.”

  Weren’t condoms and lube always in the top drawer? I wondered why I bothered asking. I opened a condom and tucked it into the corner of my cheek before I lowered my head again. I flicked my tongue as I sucked Roman’s cock again, rolling the condom onto him with my mouth.

  Roman was louder in bed than I had expected him to be, generous with the gasps and groans. Every sound sent me spiraling into bliss.

  I surfaced after sheathing his cock. Before I could blink, I was face-down on the mattress. My legs were spread, and there were hot, warm lips trailing up my thighs.

  And then Roman’s tongue teased the sensitive skin around my delicate entrance. His mouth was enough to shoot me straight up to heaven.

  He pulled away briefly. “Can I fuck you?” he said.

  “Please, Roman.” I was aching with need. My body tingled with desire, every atom charged with arousal.

  Roman caressed my sweat-slick back and slipped his hands lower to prepare my hole with lube. He was always careful, always prepared. He was a considerate lover.

  My ass was so tightly clenched that he could only get one gentle finger halfway in before I gasped. I loved the feeling of having my ass filled, but it had been a long time. I breathed through the discomfort, focusing on relaxing my muscles until they were grateful for Roman’s finger, eager for more.

  “More lube,” I told him.

  He tenderly pumped his fingers in and out of me while my body adjusted to the sensation.

  “I can’t wait to get my dick inside you,”
he said.

  “Am I ready yet?” I had no idea how many fingers Roman had inside me. All I knew was that I was putty under him, the muscles deep inside me twitching and clenching, ready for more.

  “Almost.”

  By the time he decided I was properly ready, all thoughts had fled my mind. I was nothing but sensation.

  “Roll over,” he ordered. “I want to look at you.”

  I acquiesced. I wanted to look at Roman too. Incandescent light caught in his tousled hair like a halo. His mouth was swollen from my kisses, and the gleam in his eyes took my breath away. I had never seen him so carefree.

  He lined up his cock with the entrance to my hole. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I nodded eagerly. “I’m more than ready.”

  I grit my teeth, anticipating pain as he breached my hole, but I was so lubed up and so aroused that there was barely a flash of pain before the pleasure hit. Nothing could have prepared me completely for taking Roman’s cock. It wasn’t that he was big (although he was) or rough (he was surprisingly gentle). Roman fucked me like a lover. I couldn’t do anything except writhe under him.

  Right now, I was actually grateful for the Cressley ghosts. I was grateful for everything that had led me here. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Even during our flirtationship, I had doubted I would ever get the chance to wrap my legs around him.

  He grunted as he thrust in and out of me. His powerful hands seized my biceps, and it made my eyes roll back in my head.

  “God, Isaac,” he murmured.

  “God, Roman,” I groaned.

  He pressed a kiss to my collarbone, and I tingled where he touched me. I lifted my hips to grind harder onto his dick. All that I had wanted for months was rapidly reaching its climax. I savored every second.

  Roman withdrew his cock, nearly the whole way, making me whimper.

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  He smirked at me and kissed me, but he didn’t push his cock deeper again. He watched me with a playful glint in his eye.

  “You like tormenting me, don’t you?”

  “You love it.” He pumped his hips again, and I saw stars.

  “Yes,” I panted, desperate. “Fuck me, Roman.”

  Roman obliged. He plunged deep into me, eliciting a howl of delight. I was beyond caring if his neighbors could hear. Roman was too good at this for me to stay quiet. My mind was in another world, a world where nothing mattered except Roman and Roman’s cock.

  He had impressive control over all of his muscles, whether he was slowly ravishing me or jackhammering my brains out. The room filled with the sounds of sex: our skin clapping, his eager grunts, my desperate whimpers.

  “Are you okay?” Roman murmured into my ear. Of course he was checking on me. That was pure Roman. He fucked the way he did everything else. He was ever attentive, powerful, single-minded. He was determined to get what he wanted, and what he wanted now was me.

  I could hardly contain myself. My fingers knotted in Roman’s navy blue comforter, and I ground my ass helplessly up against Roman’s steady hips.

  “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme,” I whimpered. My body was flushed and soaked with sweat, but I had never felt so impossibly turned on in my life.

  This was, hands-down, the best sex I’d ever had. It was more than physical. As Roman pounded me, it was like he became a part of me. A glorious, sexy part of me. I had never trusted anyone like this. I trusted Roman with my life as well as my ass. I’d never felt like this before, and I swear to god, it made the sex better.

  I hadn’t moaned this loudly since I was a horny teenager. The more Roman fucked me, the rougher he got. He maneuvered me onto all fours. His fingertips dug into the skin around my hip bones, and he pulled me on and off his dick like I was a ragdoll.

  “I love those noises you make,” he said. His hand found one of my asscheeks, and he groped me gently, sending another wave of erotically charged sensation through my body.

  “I love that dick you have,” I told him. I wasn’t able to make a lot of sense. Roman had already fucked my brains into mush, and he wasn’t done yet.

  My cock trembled with the promise of my impending orgasm.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” Roman whispered.

  “I’m yours.” I craned my head around to meet his eyes, which were hooded and full of desire. There was longing there too, and a curious vulnerability that made him look less wary, his actual age for once. “I’m completely yours.”

  His eyes rolled back in his head, and he picked up his pace again. He fucked me steadily, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. I felt completely safe, but I also felt like I was getting defiled to within an inch of spontaneous combustion. The perfect combination.

  Roman was panting and grunting, and I was gasping and groaning. We shifted positions so now I was on top of him, riding his dick. He filled me deeper than I thought possible.

  I reached behind myself to fondle his lube-slick balls, and when I gave them a slight squeeze, I was rewarded with a gasp and a shudder.

  I was good at riding cock. Bouncing on Roman’s thick cock made my own dick bounce against my abdomen, pink and engorged and dripping with pre-cum.

  Roman pulsed inside me. I knew that feeling, the twitch of a cock on the brink of an orgasm. I matched my pace to his, honored that I was the one he’d chosen to make him come.

  With a long, loud moan, he reached around my shoulders to embrace me and pull me down on top of him so that our bodies were pressed together. He kissed me, and it was enough to send me spilling over the edge.

  He pounded me impossibly hard while I came, until my moans turned into high-pitched screams of ecstasy and his cock was spasming inside me, releasing its load. Our passion seemed to vibrate between us as we orgasmed in synchrony. I’d never done that with a partner before; in fact, I thought it was an urban myth. Roman never failed to prove me wrong.

  My climax shattered my body as I came all over him, harder and more violently than I’d ever come in my life. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.

  Finally, the sensation dulled to a satisfying throbbing in my spent cock, which was all of a sudden far too tender. I could feel Roman softening inside me, but I didn’t want to move yet. I didn’t want this to end.

  “That was amazing,” he gasped.

  I pressed a kiss to his chest where my face was resting. “You’re amazing.”

  He caught me on the lips. “You’re amazing. I’m so happy here, Isaac. I’m so happy with you.”

  I met his eyes. “You’re only saying that because you got laid.”

  “I’m not,” said Roman. I couldn’t look away from the deep look in his eyes. “I haven’t felt happy like this in a long time. You make me feel safe, Isaac.”

  “You make me feel safe, too,” I echoed. Roman had put into words exactly what I had wanted to say. With Roman, I didn’t feel like I was second best. Despite his dedication to work, Roman had made me feel like number one. He made me feel like I was special. “And happy. I didn’t know I could be this happy. I had no idea that a ghost hunter could make me this happy.” I chuckled at the ridiculousness of our situation.

  I’d gone from thinking Roman was an absolute sucker — albeit a cute sucker (which I now knew was true in a whole other way) — to thinking he was the smartest man alive.

  He’d made me believe in ghosts, which was wild enough, but he’d made me believe in myself, and that was weirder.

  I finally pulled off him and draped over his side. I knew I came hard, but jeez.

  “That’s a lot of ectoplasm,” I said.

  Roman raised his eyebrows. “There are tissues in my drawer.”

  I mopped him up as best I could, but a shower was probably going to be in order. The thought was almost enough to perk up my dick again.

  But I was tired. Now that I was here, all I wanted to do was hold Roman, skin to skin, and enjoy the moment. I wanted to fall asleep, naked in his arms, and wake up the same way in the morning.

/>   I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “How are you doing?”

  “Better after fucking you,” he said. “Amazing, now I’m holding you.”

  “You’re such a romantic.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” He chuckled, and his chest rumbled. “It feels wrong to be happy.”

  “I’m sorry about Kyle. I know he was your friend.”

  “Thanks,” said Roman. He held me tighter. “At least everyone knows I didn’t kill him. Thanks to you.”

  “It was a team effort.”

  “We make a good team, don’t we?”

  “We make a great team.”

  Epilogue

  Roman

  I was nervous to meet Isaac’s best friend. I’d heard a lot about Olivia. I knew how much she meant to Isaac, so naturally I was desperate for her approval.

  At first sight, I could tell why she and Isaac were friends. Olivia was striking, with red hair, freckled fair skin, and a quirked half-smile. She and Isaac had the same energy and matching impish expressions.

  After we introduced ourselves, I took the seat next to Isaac. He rested his head against my arm, and I smiled despite myself.

  Olivia looked between us, beaming. “You two are adorable.”

  “I know,” said Isaac. He pressed his lips to my cheek, and I flooded with heat. My heart fluttered every time he kissed me. It had only been two weeks since everything went down at the Cressley, but the whole experience existed in my mind outside time and space. I still couldn’t believe it had really happened.

  When information about the Cressley case was released to the public, it sounded like a bad tabloid story, but that didn’t stop online message boards lighting up about the case. I was glad I’d already left my job now the Cressley was swarming with amateur parapsychologists. It must have been annoying the crap out of Lance and Ben.

  I wasn’t worried anymore. There was nothing for a ghost hunter to find at the Cressley. The day after my ordeal there with Isaac, Elliot went back to sweep the hotel and retrieve his hidden cameras. According to his readings, there was no more supernatural activity there than at any other old hotel.

  It really was over. Isaac and I had achieved together what I set out to do. We had made the Cressley Hotel safe. Now, I had no idea what was going to happen next.