Page 115 of Hot Ghost Summer

Tucking my chin, I open my mouth. He smiles and rubs that same finger over my tongue. “You didn’t come, did you?”

I bite it hard enough to stop him from taking it back and shake my head, playing coy.

“I think you’ve earned that, Baby,” he breathes out. The sultry fucker.

When I release his finger, he sits up and pulls out, and I love how he thinks he’s going to control this next round. It’s cute.

The moment he puts his fists onto the bed to leverage his legs up and over mine, I hook his ankle with my foot, slide my knee between his thighs, and flip him over. Rolling on top to pin him to the bed by his wrists, I smile down at him.

His lips stretch into an amused line. “Impressive.”

“Unarmed personal defence workshop. Knew it’d come in handy one day.”

He struggles against my hold, but there’s no real fight in it. He’s testing. “I don’t think this is how they meant for you to use it.”

I wink.

“Now that you have me at your mercy, what do you plan on doing with me?” Those lucent polar-white eyes map the contours of my face.

“Well, Sir…” I untangle our legs, slotting my still-hard cock up against his spent one. “See, the thing is…” I rock my pelvis against his, seeking friction. “There’s this colleague o’ mine, and we kind o’ got int’ a situationship, but it’s a bit one-sided.”

He arches a quizzical brow in silent question.

“And so I figured I’d even things up a bit.”

“If you want to even the score so desperately, I think it’s a little more serious than a situationship,” he suggests, grinding up against me.

I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah, a little bit.”

“A little bit, how?”

Letting go of his wrists, I settle my hands onto his ribs and draw the shape of a heart on his left pec. “We kind o’ got ghost-married.”

Hollis pulls my hand from his chest to kiss my palm. “That is definitely more serious than a situationship.”

My smile splits my face. “But I have this fantasy…”

“You should tell me.”

“I should, because it involves you.”

“What do you need from me?”

“T’ fuck you, Sir. So hard. Please… let me.”

Hollis smiles indulgently. “Oh, Baby, I told you that you’d beg.”

I push his legs up to raise his pelvis. “I can give in, but not t’ just anyone.”

He grabs the bottle of lube from the bed, and I hold out my hand for him to squirt some out. “Same, Theo. I’d only do this for you.”

My breath catches in my throat as I slick myself up. “I won’t last long.”

“Whatever you need, as long as you take it from me.” His fingers brace against my abs.

“Only you,” I promise, as I slowly make space for myself inside him. “It’ll only ever be you, Sir.”

His body welcomes me, despite its strangling hold, and I scrunch my eyes shut. It’s so cold. I should have expected that, given he’s, well, always cold… but it reminds me of that time I had to stick my dick in a watermelon at a party on a dare.