Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

wall as if looking for secret passages. “Have you ever been in a house like this? It’s a first for me.”

“Same.”

“Well, live a little. Let the child in you come out and play—it’s not like I really expect to find a closet of skeletons in here, but who knows, maybe she has a secret staircase that leads to a billiard room or something fun?”

“You want billiards, or you want to get some food?” I tried. “I thought you were hungry.”

She scrunched her nose. “Billiards.”

At that, apparently done with this room now, she moved on, brushing right past me. It was starting to get annoying, but I followed, realizing that the ball was in her court. I could get angry, tell her it was time to leave, but then she would be all kinds of pissed at me. Trying to seduce her clearly wasn’t going to work, and I’d played the food angle.

Following her as she went through a couple more rooms, then down another set of stairs toward what I thought must be the kitchen area, I racked my brain for options here. When nothing came up, I said fuck it.

“Steph, this is it.” We’d now arrived in what looked like the dining room, complete with a crystal chandelier gracing the ceiling. I looked around, sighing. “No more.”

She turned to me with a smug smile. “That so?”

“Yes.”

“Putting your foot down.”

“I am.”

“Fine.” She stepped closer, letting one shoulder of her sweater fall and licking her lips. Slowly, eyes on mine, she got to her knees. “But… I’ve never given head under a chandelier before. Think of it as… mistletoe for the rich.”

Was I so weak that this would dissuade me? I gulped as she nuzzled my crotch, and then breathed deep as she undid my belt first and then slowly unzipped my pants with her eyes still on mine. Yes, I was that weak.

It got even worse, though, when I heard a car come to a halt outside. Doors opening, then closing. Not even looking away, though, Steph had my firmly erect cock out and ran it along her cheek, down to her chin, then up to brush against her lip.

“You sure we can’t just… try?” She moved it across her upper lip, then kissed the tip. “Real fast?”

What does a man say in that situation? Not a damn thing. A brief head nod, and I hoped to God my aunt would go straight to her study, or at least take her time getting into the house. I hadn’t heard any doors closing yet.

“Make it fast.”

She arched an eyebrow, chuckled, and ran her tongue in a circle around the head, before putting it in her mouth. With a pause, she said, “After this, we explore more. Pretend she’s the enemy, and if she finds us—”

I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down on my cock, feeling like an ass but also not interested in more talk of betraying my aunt’s trust. Not right now. Shit, already the thought of it was making me start to lose my boner. The feeling of Steph moving up and down on it, apparently liking my forcefulness, took care of that real fast.

That is, until a door creaked open from an inner walkway above. I cringed, hoping it wouldn’t be my aunt, that she wouldn’t look at least, but no such luck.

“Get rid of her,” my aunt said, coldly, and I spun to see her at the top of the staircase. She shook her head, eyes full of anger. Before I could get a word of apology in or even tuck myself away, she had gone.

“Fuck.”

“I can go,” Steph said. But she yanked on my dick, pulling me toward her. “Or… finish you off.”

“What?”

“I can’t let my man get blue balls.”

“Fuck, Steph. Come on.” I pulled back, tucking it away. “This isn’t right. I can’t just… I mean, yeah… maybe go? I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She glared, not moving, so I just pointed back to the door I assumed was the exit, then ran after my aunt. “Let yourself out,” I called over my shoulder as I went for the stairs.

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“I’m sorry,” I said, catching up with my aunt at the stairs as she was descending, going in the opposite direction.

She nodded, then motioned me to follow.

I did, without another word. Getting caught with my dick in a girl’s mouth the first night after being invited to stay there made me look bad enough. The last thing I needed was to open my mouth and say something that would make me look even worse. There was no excuse for what I’d done.

She kept walking until we had reached a dark hallway with only one other door in it, at the very end.

Here, she paused. “How… No.” She turned to me, eyes full of accusation. “How long have you known this girl?”

“She… moved to town—I mean, Portland—about a month ago. We’ve been dating ever since.”

“Around the time I invited you to stay here.”

“I—I guess.” That certainly didn’t make this sound better.

My aunt drew a deep breath, sighed, and looked like she was about to hit me. Instead, her hands moved around in a circle, a blue light showing. It hung there for a moment, then turned red.

“This isn’t good,” she said, eyes moving to me and dismissing the light.

Before the glow had cleared, or she had the chance to tell me what it meant, laughter filled the house. Not only Steph’s laughter, although hers was definitely there, but I could also hear the shrill laughter of two others, at least, plus that of at least three men. As my nerves struck again, my aunt looked at me with horror.

“The girl… you let her in the house?”

“I… er, I don’t know.”

“DAMMIT!” She turned, hesitated, then faced me again in a fury. “You let her in… You!” Taking a breath to calm herself, she stared at me, eyes full of worry. “I never should’ve opened my door to you. You’ve doomed us all.”

“That’s… harsh,” I said, but