Josh’s other hand comes up and tangles in my hair, holding me in place while our tongues tangle, licking, thrusting, fighting for control.
I keep squeezing his cock, savoring the feeling of his hard flesh pulsing in my palm. He bucks into my touch, a moan rumbling from the back of his throat.
We’re so caught up in the moment that we don’t notice the lights coming back on. It’s only when the music starts playing and the crowd erupts into cheers that we open our eyes and pull apart.
I blink against the bright kitchen light, and when my vision clears, I see someone standing right next to us.
Someone in a skintight witch costume, with copper-red hair and wide eyes.
6
“How long have you been standing there?” I croak.
“Long enough.”
“Ana, I’m so sorry, I?—”
“No, no, absolutely not. Do not apologize. This is amazing.” She lets out a delighted squeal, her gaze darting from me to Josh and back again. “I mean, wow. You were, like, mauling each other. Oh, man. How did I miss this chemistry?”
Josh clears his throat and pulls his hand out of my pants.
“So, uh, have you found out what happened? Why everything went dark?”
Ana grins. “They couldn’t find anything. The power just came back on by itself. I guess that ghost wanted you two to have some time alone, huh?”
I laugh awkwardly.
“Please, don’t mind me,” she says. “Go back to kissing. You guys are hot as fuck together. I’m just gonna grab some punch,”—she pours herself a cup of the orange stuff—“and go mingle, okay?”
But before she can walk off, I grab her arm.
“Hey, are you really okay with this?”
“Sebastian, seriously. Yes. It was about time you broke out of that shell. You were driving me crazy being all mopey and shit. But now everything makes sense. You deserve this. Now promise me one thing: no holding back. Got it?” She gives me a quick hug and whispers in my ear, “At least one of us is gonna ride that broomstick tonight.”
Then she winks at Josh and struts off.
My face is flaming when I turn back around, but Josh doesn’t give me a chance to be embarrassed. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, our noses touching.
“No holding back, huh?”
“Yeah, uh, Ana never minces her words.”
He chuckles. Then he kisses me again, slower this time, the taste of his lips instantly wiping all thoughts from my mind. When he breaks away, the smile is gone, replaced by something much darker.
“Maybe we should get somewhere more private then, hm? Because not holding back... is exactly what I had in mind, too.”
I can barely speak, my heart hammering, my skin tingling all over. “O-okay.”
Josh takes my hand, leading me through the kitchen, past the living room where the party is raging once more, and down the hall toward the staircase.
People part for him and his six-foot-four frame like the Red Sea. Now I see it for myself. The pull the star quarterback has over everyone. They look at him with a mix of admiration and awe. Curious glances follow as they spot me trailing behind him, our hands interlocked.
But he doesn’t seem bothered, and neither am I.
Not anymore.
In fact, I feel a swell of pride in my chest as we climb the stairs. I can’t believe it’s me, Sebastian, being led upstairs by this smoking hot devil.
