Page 85 of Ghost’s Awakening

He was standing in front of me in a towel telling me he'd gotten ready. My cock jumped in my jeans. I crossed the room.

"—he told me four things, one of them was about breathing—" I kissed him.

Soft, first. My hand on the side of his face, his skin still hot from the water, my mouth on his with no push behind it, and he stopped talking into it, all at once. He tasted of mint toothpaste. His lips parted, and I went in slow, tongue against tongue, his breath breaking against my cheek, and through the towel and the denim his cock pressed hard against mine, already hard, and mine answered it.

I knew how far down that throat I could go, which was all the way, and I stood there kissing him and wondered if the rest of him took a cock the same way.

"I'll be careful." Against his mouth. "Fuck, Jake, I've thought about fucking you, I didn't know if we were⁠—"

"I'm not sure I want you to be careful." His voice had gone rough off the kiss. Low. The double speed was gone out of him, and it went through me from the neck down and landed in my cock.

"Fuck, Jake." I found the knot of the towel and pulled it loose, and it dropped off him onto the floor without a sound.

He stood there naked with his hair wet, and I stood there in his hoodie and my boots, and it was filthy to look at. I wanted to take him right there on the floor with my boots on.

I went to my knees instead.

His cock stood in front of my face, thick and long and curved up, the head dark and already wet. I looked up the whole length of him and found his eyes, and I held them while I opened my mouth and took him in.

"Fuck." It came out of him on a breath. "Caleb. That feels so fucking good. Like always. Fuck⁠—"

I sucked him hard. Fast, from the start, my head moving on him and my hand around the base and spit already running down over my knuckles. Salt and skin, and under it the taste I'd know anywhere now. His stomach jumped against my forehead every time I went down. His hand landed on the back of my head and didn't push, just held, and I felt the shake in it.

I pulled off with a wet sound, and he made a noise about it, high.

"So." I kept my fist moving on him, slow, and looked up. He was shivering. He was looking down at me with his mouth open and his abs jumping with every stroke. "You don't want careful?"

"Don't be careful." It came out of him firm, and under the firm a piece of begging I'd never heard out of him.

I took him by the hips, both hands, and turned him.

He put his forearms flat against the wall beside the bathroom door and looked back at me over his shoulder, and I stayed on my knees and looked at what I'd turned around.

His ass. Right in front of my face, round and hard and pale where the sun never got. I put both hands on him and gripped, and worked the muscle under my palms, and he sighed against the wall.

Then I pulled my right hand back and slapped him.

The crack of it went off the walls. Flat and loud, and the sting came up through my palm after it, and my own breath caught. His whole body jumped. "Oh fuck—!" His head snapped around, and his eyes found me, wide, trying to see all of it from that angle, and the print of my hand was already coming up red on him.

I looked up at him and waited.

GHOST

"That fine?" Caleb, on his knees behind me, half a whisper.

"I think I almost fucking came from that." My voice didn't sound like mine. "Fuck. Can you do that agai⁠—"

Crack.

Same cheek, already hot, so the second one landed on the first and doubled. Then his left hand got the other side, and my hips jerked into the wall, and I cursed into it. My cock was pinned between my stomach and the plaster and it jumped there with every hit.

My head had done twelve things at once every day of my life. Right then it was doing one thing. Every channel I had was pointed at my own ass and the man kneeling behind it, and the rest of the world had gone dark, and it was the best quiet I'd ever had.

His hand pressed flat on the small of my back, and I bent for him, ass pushed back, legs spread wider, and I heard him take one breath through his nose. I knew that breath. It was the one he took before he moved on a mat, and my whole body went tight waiting for what came after it.

Then his tongue was in my ass. Hot and wet, one long flat lick straight up the middle of me, and I stopped breathing. Nobody had ever touched me there, me included until that morning, and now Caleb Rossi had his mouth on my hole, and my forehead hit the wall. His hands spread me open and his tongue went in circles and then pushed, and my knees nearly went.

"Oh fuck yeah, that feels crazy, that feels—Caleb, eat my ass, Cale—" My hands had turned into fists on the wall.