Hell's Gate: Amelia (6 page)

Amelia saw the glint in his
slitted
eyes. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Barrett ran his fingers along her cheek. She suppressed a shiver.

“He does have a point. There are a lot of things I want to ask you. There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Let’s go someplace quiet.” Barrett nuzzled her neck.

She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “Fine,” she answered both of them. “Ask Leah if she can bring Honey, that witch, back with her.”

“Will do.
You two kids have fun.”

Chapter Six

Barrett followed Amelia down the hall and then into her room. When she passed through the door, he tried to do the same, but bumped into it and swore. He gritted his teeth and then knocked on the door. Amelia opened it and welcomed him inside. She was a sight for sore eyes. The past few weeks he had been wandering, trying to get the attention of those around him. No one had seen him, and it was frustrating. All he desired was to find Amelia and tell her that it didn’t matter she was a ghost. All he wanted was to hold her. Tell her he craved being with her for all time, but he wasn’t able to find her. When Barrett had been stabbed, the only thing that had run through his mind was telling her he was sorry for being an ass and running off. He wanted to make love to her and tell Amelia she was perfect.

He sat down while Amelia shut the door. He ran his hands through his hair and looked down to realize he was still wearing the same outfit he had on before his death. The same leather pants, fishnet shirt, and combat boots. “What am I?

She sat next to him and took his hand in hers. “I don’t know.
Tig
was right. If you were a ghost, the others would’ve seen you.
At least the ones who are supernatural.”

“You mean there are more than ghosts out there?”

Amelia went to reply, but he put his hand on her mouth. At this point in his existence, he figured there was more in the world than ghosts. As he had wandered, he had seen a vampire, and some other shape shifters. At first he thought he was mad, but the more he witnessed, the more he realized that Hell's Gate was more than it let on. It was more than just a fetish club. “I know there are more than just ghosts here. Why are you the only one who can see me? Why are you flesh?”

She held out her hand and pointed to the ring. “There’s a spell on the ring, tied into the energy of the club. It allows me to be
alivish
. I can only be this way at night and in the club. That was one of the reasons it never could’ve worked between us.”

“What about now?” he asked. “You feel alive to me. And—” he guided her hand to his cock. “Everything seems to be working on me. I even have an appetite. It's
kinda
strange. My feelings for you haven't changed. In fact, they've grown. I've had time to think, and I want you more than anything.”

“You just want my feet.” Amelia’s lips curved up in an inviting smile.

“I don't want just your feet, but they are definitely part of the package that interests me. So, will you let me worship you?”

She opened her mouth to respond. Barrett rested his hand on her cheek and drew her close until he was only inches from her lips. He really wanted her to make the decision. The one thing that had kept him going was their last kiss. The way her lips had been on his. How she had been hungry and eager for more, but he had been the one who had balked and ran. He wouldn't blame her if she ran away from him now. Instead, she met his lips and kissed him. The pressure of her mouth on his made his heart sing. In a way, everything had been worth it. They were meant to be together.

Barrett returned the kiss and felt the throb of heat between them rise. His cock shifted, and he had to move with it. He trailed his fingers down her cheeks. He was touching her soft skin, and it was glorious. It was all he had expected and more. Even if she truly was a ghost, she was real enough to make sweet love to, and it was going to be awesome. Amelia unbuttoned his pants and then slid the zipper down. Once she did, she peeled the leather away from his waist and trailed a finger along his engorged dick. He shivered from the wonderful, light touch. The moan that tumbled from his throat was swallowed down by their joined kiss.

“You’re magnificent.”

“How do you know that when all I've done is kiss you?”

“Because I was an idiot to run out on you the way I did. When I first saw you in the foot fetish area, I prayed Mistress Sandra would choose me for you. I wanted to worship you. I knew you were special and that went beyond your feet.”

Amelia slid down to the floor and parted his legs further.
“Really?
So you don't want to suck my toes anymore or shave my legs?” She ran her hand along his length and waited for him to answer.

Barrett squirmed. “No. I still want to do
th
...oh God.”

Amelia slowly drew his dick into her mouth so that he could feel every line of her lips gripping his sensitive shaft. Her tongue ran the span of him until she engulfed all of his cock. Her free hand cupped his balls. Barrett wound his hands through her hair, feeling the silky strands twine around his fingers. He moaned when she drew him in faster, building a rhythm that forced him to thrust his hips in time with her pulling his shaft deeper into her skilled mouth. He was in Heaven being with her.

“Yes. That's it. Keep going.” He tried to keep his control, but with his desire so strong to be with her, he wasn't going to keep from blowing his load while she sucked him down. Barrett drove his hips forward while Amelia's head bobbed up and down. He watched her, fascinated at how she was such a beauty and she had chosen him. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock. Amelia dragged her teeth over his length. He couldn't contain the pleasure streaking through him. Barrett bit his tongue and tried to contain himself. The tremors of the coming orgasm nearly consumed him.

“Yeah.
Here it comes.”

Amelia clamped her teeth down on his cock. The pain was blinding, but it also made the experience even more pleasing. After she swirled her tongue along his head, she sucked him in. Barrett shut his eyes and let the ecstasy wash over him as the fire pumped through him. He groaned and held Amelia to him for a moment before he released her. The aftermath of the ecstasy rode along his nerves. This was the woman who would be with him forever. She backed away and then kissed him again so he could taste the salt of his cum on her lips.

“You taste good. You think you can have another go at it?”

“You sure you want to do that? Before you weren't sure you had feelings for me.”

Barrett trailed his fingers down the line of her dress and the top of her breasts. He could feel himself already growing hard again.

“I had time to think, too. Not seeing you again wasn't something I could fathom. I know we barely know one another, but I have this feeling the universe is up to something. You're the first person to make me feel, and I think that’s special.” Amelia reached behind her and unzipped her dress, while stepping out of her shoes. He watched with bated breath. Amelia shimmied out of it and stood before him in her bra, panties, garter belts, and the fishnets. Seeing her, he knew he was certainly in the presence of a goddess.

He dropped to his knees and reached for her, but stopped himself before touching her. “May I show you how much I truly wish to worship you?”

“Okay. What do I need to do?”

“I’d love to wash your feet, but I can’t touch anything besides you. So I hope you don’t mind me tasting you, washing you with my tongue.”

Amelia trailed her hand over his cheek. “Feel free to do what you want.”

Her words brightened his mood. Barrett tried to contain his glee, but his fingers were shaking. The very thing he dreamed about doing was about to come true. He was already so hard he thought he would lose it again. Being whatever he was had some perks. He didn’t remember the last time he was ready to go again so quickly. He crawled to her. First, Barrett unbuckled her garters and slowly unrolled her left stocking, barely brushing his fingertips along her thigh, lovingly learning the curves of her knee. Then, he moved over her calf until he came to her ankle. From there, he gathered the stocking and
shimmied
it over the top of her foot and delicately pulled it over her toes. He lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed the top of it near the arch.