Page 31 of Purrfectly Haunted

“Yes... Yes, please...”

“Good boy.”

He whimpers again.

“My hands are too cold to touch you, and I can barely feel my fingers,” I say. “You’ll have to make yourself come, I’m sorry.” I slide my hand up and touch his cheek. “But you can suck on them.” I find his mouth and caress his generous lips.

To my great pleasure, I feel the tip of his tongue on my numb fingers. That’s all the consent I need to push my thumb inside his mouth.

I groan. “Fuck, you feel so warm inside.”

Ewan moans as he sucks me deeper.

“That’s it, baby.” The endearment comes out naturally, before my brain can even comprehend what I’m saying. But Ewan seems to enjoy it, if the way he’s rubbing his erection on me is any indication. “Touch yourself. I need you to come for me tonight.”

He gasps around my thumb, and I take the opportunity to slide it out and insert my two longer fingers instead.

I feel movement under the comforter, and I know he just grabbed his cock. How I wish I was in a state to pull his overalls down and suck him dry.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Work yourself for me. I want to feel you come.”

He moans around my fingers.

Our chests are touching, and his skin is getting deliciously sweaty. I give in to my earlier impulse, and taste his skin. I lick his throat, and his sounds turn feral.

I smile against his neck and I start to push my fingers in and out of his mouth, imagining it’s my cock.

“Fuck, your mouth is made for this,” I say.

He bobs his head, his movements erratic in the dark, and I wish my body could wake the fuck up so I could bury my cock down his throat. But, even though I feel better, I’m still numb to the core. The ghost did a number on me.

He stops long enough to take a breath, and I stroke my finger on his warm tongue.

The wet tip of his erection is touching my stomach from time to time as he jerks himself off between our bodies. My free hand is gripping his waist, numb fingers digging in the fabric of his overalls.

Two coworkers, jerking it in a bed, my brain singsongs.

“Come on, baby,” I say. “Give it to me. Fuck...”

I’m so horny, but my body isn’t cooperating. I grab my cock through my boxer briefs, it’s only half-hard. My blood has abandoned my extremities to try to save the rest of me from the chill of the grave.

Ewan is shaking as much as me now, but not for the same reason. He’s getting close.

“Yes...” I whisper in his ear before sucking it.

He gasps, then bites down on my fingers as I feel his cum hit my chest under the comforter. I groan, loving every second of it, and pulling him closer to me with my hand on his waist. His moans are music to my ears.

When, at last, his movements stop, he’s lying half on top of me, and our bodies are glued together in the mess he made. He releases my fingers, and I pull my left hand away and place it on the back of his head as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His hair is soft and I can’t help but stroking it.

He’s shaking deliciously in my arms. He’s so much bigger, and yet he fits perfectly.

“Are you... okay?” he asks eventually.

I hum. “Yeah... I’m still cold, but I feel better... thank you. This was one of the hottest moments of my life... Although I feel like I might pass out now...”

My feeble erection is gone. The traitor.

He stays quiet for a moment, then says, “I’m sorry... I’ll get you cleaned.”