Halloween Heat I Read online

  Paul gripped the back of Bennie’s head to hold him in place when he reached him and plundered his mouth, sucking the sweetness off his tongue. Bennie thrust his hips, and Paul dropped his hands to grip his firm ass and lift him onto the dresser. He laughed, seeing Bennie’s swollen cock tangled in the layers of tulle.

  “This is a problem,” he murmured and kneaded Bennie’s balls. He leaned down and gently bit Bennie’s dick, savoring his gasp.

  Paul jumped back at a sudden crash on the floor. The discordant notes of some old song filled the air.

  They looked at the broken music box by Paul’s feet, still playing its haunting melody. Bennie smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Knocked it off the shelf.” Then his face brightened. “Oh, something pretty.” He jumped off the dresser and retrieved a gold chain from the splinters.

  Paul stared at the old-fashioned skeleton key lying in Bennie’s slim hand. A shiver ran through him, though he couldn’t say why.

  “Put it down. I’m not through with you.”

  But Bennie seemed captivated by the keepsake. Paul shook his arm, and Bennie finally looked up at him, blinking several times as if to focus. A brilliant smile crossed Bennie’s face as he slipped the gold chain over his neck. The key glittered obscenely against his leanly muscled chest, and Paul wanted to rip it off him. He’d never believed in that paranormal crap, but the key seemed to exude an aura of malice and danger.

  “You’ll have to catch me,” Bennie teased, backing away with a twirl of the pink tutu and giving Paul a splendid view of his ass as he trotted away. Paul dashed after him, but he managed to stay out of reach, dodging behind furniture and boxes. Paul almost pinned him against a dresser, but when he lowered his head for a kiss, Bennie slipped out from under his arm and escaped.

  “Bennie,” Paul growled.

  Bennie laughed over his shoulder and finally allowed Paul to trap him in a dimly lit corner.

  “You’ll pay now,” Paul murmured between kisses, then made Bennie face the wall and spread his legs.

  * * *

  “What the fuck?” Paul stared at the laptop screen. Not only had Bennie’s aunt died in the house, but apparently seven others had as well since the place had been built fifty years ago. All had died in the attic.

  Shit.

  He jumped at a loud thump overhead, his heart racing. He wished Bennie would quit fucking around and come downstairs. Sure, they’d told his mom they’d go through the stuff before the estate sale that weekend. But enough was enough. They’d made some crazy hot love up there; Bennie had been insatiable. Afterwards, though, he’d grown quiet, subdued, distant.

  He’d also refused to take that damned key from around his neck. Paul rubbed his face, wondering if he’d imagined the strange glitter and heated excitement in Bennie’s blue eyes.

  A hand dropped on his shoulder. Paul let out a strangled cry and jerked away. “God, Bennie, you scared the crap out of me!”

  “Sorry, babe. What are you reading?”

  “Just some stuff on the house.” Paul closed the laptop and took a closer look at the love of his life. Bennie had dressed in bits of costume; superman’s blue tights under the tutu, pirate shirt snug on his chest, an old blond wig. He should have looked ridiculous, but somehow it worked on him, decadent, sexy and sinful. Bennie licked his plump lips and Paul’s cock hardened. He wanted those lush lips sucking on him, swallowing him whole. He’d fuck Bennie’s mouth, his hand tangled in that hair, making Bennie choke on his cum.

  Paul blinked away the vision. He’d never used Bennie like that in his life. Sure, their lovemaking was passionate, sometimes rough, but never purposely cruel.

  Bennie lifted a brow and Paul realized he’d been staring. He pushed his chair out from the table. Bennie straddled his lap and laced his fingers behind Paul’s neck.

  “So what are you all dressed up for? Halloween’s not until next week.” Paul slipped his hands under the tutu and cupped Bennie’s rounded ass in the soft tights. “Not that I’m complaining.” He nibbled Bennie’s neck.

  Bennie laughed and scrunched up a shoulder. “Just playing. Hey, I’m going to see if the key fits that door in the wall upstairs. Want to come with?”

  “Why the hell would you do that?”

  Bennie gave him an irritated glance, and Paul realized how harsh his voice must have sounded. Careful. Bennie didn’t like to be told what to do. “I only meant, it might be dangerous. The attic is three stories up.”

  “So we’ll be careful. Come on. You can be my life guard.”

  “Wouldn’t you rather stay down here and play?” Paul suggested, lifting his hips to rub his hard dick against Bennie’s through their clothing. Bennie’s eyes darkened and he leaned in to give Paul a sensuous kiss, then nipped his lip.

  Paul winced “Ouch! What’s that for?”

  “Too rough, darling?” Bennie purred, not sounding at all like himself. This voice seemed deeper, dangerous. Bennie slid off his lap. “Come upstairs if you want,” he said indifferently and walked away.

  Paul watched his sweet ass cross the room, then turned back to the laptop. There was one more thing he wanted to check.

  Oh, fuck. Ice sluiced through his blood. The original owners of the house were Cajuns from New Orleans. Hell, was he dealing with some kind of Voodoo here?

  Footsteps creaked across the ceiling, then stopped. The house seemed to hold its breath. Paul strained to hear.

  Bennie screamed.

  Paul bolted out of the chair and was half way up the stairs before he realized it. At the top of the stairs, afternoon sunlight streamed into the attic, spilling colored light across the floor. Bright clothing from the Halloween trunk lay scattered where Bennie had tossed it. No sign of Bennie anywhere.

  He picked up a cane leaning against the wall with several old umbrellas and took a few steps into the attic.

  “Bennie?” It was hard to hear anything past the rush of blood in his ears. He started at the creak of a floorboard across the room, then lost his breath in a rush of relief when Bennie’s precious face peeked over the top of a dusty dresser. A jester’s cap perched saucily on his reddish-blond hair in stark contrast to the fear on his face.

  Bennie motioned him over. After a quick glance around, Paul dashed for him. He rounded the dresser and Bennie tugged him down where he knelt. His eyes were enormous with fright and Paul gave him a quick hug. “What is it?”

  “I don’t know.” Bennie’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “I was putting the clothes back in the trunk when a shadow passed between me and the window.” He pointed a shaky finger at the stained-glass door in the wall. “I don’t know where it went.”

  Paul tightened his grip on the cane. “Did you see something?”

  “A blur of movement, something big. I thought it wanted to hurt me.” He chewed a full lip. “I think it’s still here, somewhere.”

  Paul tucked strands of silken hair behind Bennie’s ears. He kissed his forehead, ignoring the throbbing of his dick. Bennie looked extraordinarily beautiful with his wide frightened eyes and quivering lush lips. In truth, Paul always thought Bennie was hot as hell, but there was something strange in this mad surge of lust, the wild beat of his heart. He felt like a puppet being used, and no fucking way would he perform for some voyeuristic zombie.

  “Stay here, hon. I’m going to—”

  “No!”

  Paul stared at Bennie’s impassioned face, fighting the urge to fuck him senseless then and there. He ran a shaking hand over his hair. What the hell was going on? Bennie had never been timid in his life, and here he was clinging to Paul like some helpless damsel in distress.

  He jerked his arm out of Bennie’s hands and walked out from behind the dresser, clutching the cane with both hands like a bat. “Where are you, asshole?” Nothing answered. He paced the length of the attic, searching the shadows. He sniffed the air. No stench of rotting flesh, so he didn’t have to worry about the living dead.

  Paul snorted at the absurd turn his thoughts had take
n. Passing the dresser he’d had Bennie up on earlier, a sudden, burning lust shot through him. He wanted Bennie up there now! Legs spread, cock jutting through the layers of tulle on his skirt. Paul ached to lick the glistening head of his lover’s dick, take the hard length in his mouth, suck and bite him into coming.

  “Get out of my head!” he cried out. Pain slashed behind his eyes and he reeled back, stumbling over something on the floor. Discordant notes from the music box jarred along his nerves and echoed in his head.

  He clutched his hair. Pain exploded through his body, dropping him to his knees. He sobbed at the exquisite torture.

  Hands touched him and he cringed away, but then familiar arms wrapped around him and he leaned into Bennie’s hold. Tremors ran through his body, and Bennie brushed the hair off his damp face and placed little kisses on his cheeks.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Bennie urged in his ear.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Bennie helped him stand, and blinded by the ruthless pounding in his head, Paul let Bennie guide him to the stairs. His vision cleared at the doorway, but he pretended otherwise, pulling Bennie along with him out of that crazy-ass room.

  They stumbled downstairs and at the bottom, Paul pulled Bennie into his arms. “Thank god you’re safe!” He crushed Bennie’s slim body against his and breathed him in, skin and soap and delicious sweat. This was Bennie, his lover and best friend. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost him.

  Bennie wiggled in his arms and raised his face. “I can’t breathe, babe. You okay?”

  “Yeah. That music gave me a horrible headache, but I’m better now.” Paul yawned, wrung out. “Think I’ll lie down for a bit. Come with me?”

  A teasing smile touched Bennie’s lips. “Sure you can sleep with me in your bed?”

  “I’ll give it a good try,” Paul answered and swatted Bennie’s bottom on the way to the bedroom.

  * * *

  Paul woke in a sweat and kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed. His headache had returned, a dull throb that matched the faint notes of the music box thrumming in the air. Bennie rolled against him, body slick with sweat.

  “Hey—” he began to say, but Bennie’s mouth clamped on his, a sweet thrust of his tongue that shifted to a battle of wills as lust jolted through him. There were quick darts of tongues, lips kissing and sucking, devouring. Paul rolled Bennie’s slight frame under him. He wondered at their nakedness—he didn’t remember undressing—but then gave up all thought as Bennie moved, thrusting their hard cocks together. Pleasure sparked along his nerves, igniting threads of fire throughout his body.

  With unexpected strength Bennie shoved him over, reversing their positions. He pinned Paul’s arms to the mattress and bit and sucked his lips, impassioned kisses that made Paul’s head swim. The hot tongue slid lower, down his neck. Paul shuddered as Bennie gnawed his collarbone, craving that hot mouth on his engorged dick. He ground against Bennie, but his lover laughed and traveled with aching slowness over his chest and licked at his tightened, sensitive nipples.

  Paul jerked and cried out when Bennie bit one and twisted the other between his fingers. “Fuck, Bennie! Don’t—” Bennie bit down again and pain jolted straight to his cock, changing to a strange, obscene rapture. He wanted Bennie’s teeth nipping him everywhere, gnawing on his balls, biting the steel of his cock. They never played this rough, but today, this moment, he wanted Bennie to hurt him, to make him come on a wave of pain and ecstasy.

  As if he knew, Bennie slipped lower and gnawed his hipbones, raising bruises. Paul’s prick throbbed with anticipation, and the jarring notes of the music box pounded in his head. Bennie’s wandering lips finally latched onto his cock and drew him into the sultry heat of his mouth.

  “Suck that dick,” he groaned, a small part of his mind shocked by the dirty talk he’d never used with his darling. He thrust his hips up, burying himself deeper into Bennie’s mouth, and screamed when Bennie bit him. Excruciating pain raced through his body, turning to bliss, and Paul’s orgasm gathered in a swirling wave in his groin. Bennie kneaded his tight balls, swallowed him, and he came with a shout and a violent surge of semen down his lover’s throat.

  Still in the throes of ecstasy, he whimpered when Bennie released him. Bennie rolled him to his stomach and pulled his ass into position, and Paul screamed into the pillows when Bennie shoved into him without preparation. His mind reeled with pain and pleasure as his lover’s thick cock stroked his prostate again and again. Paul found himself growing hard in minutes.

  “Going to come,” he panted and winced as a hand clamped onto his dick.

  “Not until I say,” a voice muttered in his ear.

  That hadn’t been Bennie’s sweet voice. Paul struggled to turn, but strong arms held him in place as the fat dick plunged in and out of his hole. Pleasure washed through him in devastating waves under the assault. He struggled against his building orgasm but came anyway, shouting in anger and bliss while Bennie grunted and filled him with his hot cum.

  Bennie pulled out and scrambled from the bed. Paul scrambled after him, ignoring the throb of pain in his ass as he caught him at the door. Bennie twirled to him and Paul stepped back. Bennie’s expression was wild, impassioned, but the eyes were cold, mocking, as if another person gazed out of the pretty blue depths. “Bennie?”

  Bennie’s laugh was a sneer. “Thanks for the fuck, hon.” He hopped through the door and slammed it behind him.

  Paul blinked at the closed door and ran a hand over his hair as he gathered his scattered thoughts. What the hell just happened? That had been Bennie, right? But if so, it was a side of his friend he’d never seen. They could get a little crazy and creative at times, but never this hard thrusting and grunting and animalistic coupling.

  He jumped at a loud crash overhead. Yanking open the door, he took the steps two at a time, then paused to catch his breath before entering the attic and confronting whatever waited for him. Paul looked into the room and swore, shocked to find the attic dark except for the spill of yellow light from the bare bulb overhead. He spotted Bennie, a bright bundle on the floor in his tights and tutu. He realized he was clothed as well.

  Holy fuck. A dream? Then why was his ass sore?

  He thrust that concern off for later. Right now he had to get to Bennie. He trotted across the room, wondering where he’d left the cane he had earlier. He checked on Bennie. Still breathing. Sleeping? He wasn’t sure, but at the moment, his attention focused on the open door in the west wall. He gathered his courage and approached. He’d expected the door to open onto a panoramic view of the countryside. Instead, the opening had been bricked over.

  Paul knelt. Fine white granules lay in a line across the threshold, except for one area that had been disturbed.

  “Darling, what did you do?” he whispered. He’d never been superstitious, but ice chilled his heart at the sight of the broken line of salt. He worked hurriedly, scooping the granules and relaying the line. He whispered the only prayer he knew, the one he’d said before going to bed as a child. He lingered over the names of family and friends he asked God to bless, until he came to Bennie.

  “God, protect him,” he pleaded as the last white grains of salt fell from his fingers. A screech tore the air behind him, and Paul ducked down, covering his head as the horrible noise pierced his ears and drove nails of pain into his head. The shriek grew louder, becoming a roar of fury. Wind howled, and Paul cried out in fear. A shadow, black as night, raced around the room. With a final scream it darted toward Paul.

  Paul rolled away from the door. Wind rushed over his head, malevolent, hateful, and Paul watched in disbelief as the shadow dove into the brick wall and vanished. The door slammed shut with a boom that shook the house.

  Silence followed. Paul climbed shakily to his feet. His heart stumbled and he swayed, feeling lightheaded. Black specks swam in his eyes, but he held on, focusing his gaze on Bennie’s huddled figure. People had died in that attic, but damned if he’d be one of them. He took
several deep breaths, filling his lungs until the dizziness passed. Feeling better, he went over to the door, amazed it hadn’t cracked with the force of that slam. The glass remained intact, letting in sunlight. Paul turned the key still in the lock and removed it.

  Bennie groaned behind him and Paul clutched the key. No way would he let his darling have it back. He searched along the wall behind pieces of dusty furniture, and dropped the key through a crack in the floorboards, watching it disappear into darkness.

  “Paul?”

  Paul sighed, warm joy spreading through him. He didn’t want to think about how close he’d come to never hear Bennie’s wonderful voice again. He blinked the useless tears away. He went to his darling and helped him sit up. Bennie’s pretty eyes blinked at him, wide, scared, but all Bennie. Paul pulled the beautiful man into his arms and breathed him in, holding him against his heart.

  Bennie began to shake and he pushed his eyes against Paul’s shoulder. “I opened the door!” he confessed on a sob. “You were asleep. I couldn’t help myself. Something rushed out. I think it got in me!”

  “Hush, darling. It’s over.” Paul stroked Bennie’s curls. “Whatever it was is locked back behind the door.”

  Bennie raised his tear streaked face. “I remember making love…but I hurt you. I didn’t mean to! But that thing was with me, made me…” Bennie looked at Paul then himself. “We’re dressed. Was it a dream?”

  “I’m sure it was,” Paul soothed, not wanting to kill the hope in Bennie’s face, though the aches in his body told him otherwise. “Come on, babe, let’s get out of here.”

  They supported each other across the room and down the stairs, Bennie clinging to him at first. But at the ground floor he seemed to recover. “Why don’t I pack while you get—”