Page 67 of Purrfectly Haunted

“I promise.”

He grins. “Good boy.”

Then he encircles my throat with his hand and squeezes. My body goes taunt from the possessiveness of the act. I feel like a bow string about to shoot an arrow. Blood goes straight to my head from the pressure around my neck and pleasure gathers in me like the tide.

James chases his own pleasure, pinning me on the floor as he fucks me. My eyes roll back and I clutch at his hand, wanting him to squeeze harder. He misunderstands my gesture, and he lets me go.

“No...” I whisper. “Harder...”

“Fuck... Ewan... you’re the best..!”

He kisses me, bites my lip, then chokes me again. Nobody has ever done that to me during sex, and it’s a mind-blowing experience. Why does it feel so good? I’m completely at his mercy, of my own volition, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. His fingers tighten around my neck.

“James..!”

I feel my orgasm rising. He understands and doesn’t relent, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over again. Then he grabs my cock with his other hand and in two strokes I come for the second time tonight.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, jerking me. “Fuck yes, give it to me...” James leans forwards and licks the cum off my chest. Then he sucks one of my nipples before biting it. I gasp. He feast on my pecs, leaving a trail of hickeys behind, marking me. “I’m not done with you.”

True to his words, he spends the next five minutes fucking my boneless body, chasing his own pleasure, and I’m in heaven. He bends me in half, chokes me, pulls my hair, bites me, rakes his nails on my skin. I’ve never felt so thoroughly used and abused, and I mean that in the best way possible. I’m an instrument, and he knows how to play me perfectly. My cock is half hard, recently spent, but I don’t care. I don’t need to come again to enjoy the ride.

James turns almost feral, and when he finally comes, he bites the tender spot between my neck and shoulder and groans. I know he put on a condom, and it’s for the best, but I regret that he’s not coming inside me.

He stays on top of me for a while, breathing hard, his forehead on mine. When at last, he has caught his breath, he kisses me for a long time.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, hand on my cheek.

I nod. I feel raw and fragile still, but he hasn’t dropped my glass heart so far.

As if reading my mind, he adds, “Let’s cuddle for a moment. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”

I nod again and hide my face in his neck.

We stay like this by the fireplace for an hour, kissing and laughing, and I wish I could stop time.

When morning comes, I awake in bed with James spooning me. I vaguely remember him guiding me back to our room last night. I was so out of it after he fucked my brains out.

It really happened, I realise. We really had sex.

And then we cuddled all night, and his aftercare was the best. My heart gives a painful squeeze. This is dangerous. I could get used to this. If he’s like this with all his partners, he must break hearts all over the country.

I know I'm just a hookup. Though to me, it already feels like so much more. It was undeniably the best sex of my entire life. How does someone move on from that?

I sigh and extricate myself from his embrace without waking him. Cuddling in the light of day makes it worse, and we needn’t pretend this is more than it is. I grab my bag quietly and make my way to the showers. It’s noon, and all the stalls are empty. I clean myself thoroughly, albeit regretfully, letting go of James’ scent on my skin.

My ass is sore, and I dare slide in a finger. Memories of last night when he fucked me floods my mind and I can’t help but to jerk myself off quietly, my release disappearing down the drain. How will I manage to keep my hands off him today? I sigh again.

Once I’m clean and fully awake, I feel brave enough to face the day. We have a monster in the basement, and my love life should be the least of my worries.

When I make it back to our room, James is sitting in bed, naked and his hair an adorable mess. I fight the urge to curl on his lap.

“Good morning,” I say brightly.

“Morn’. Where have you been?”

I drop my bag by the chair. “Shower. I’m going downstairs to tell the others what we learned and get coffee. Do you want to come?”

My face warms up when I realise what I just said. Do you want to come? Thankfully, James is too sleepy to notice it.