I jerked forward. “Pretty baby likes to tease? That’s a two-way street.”
He groaned and swallowed.
With a shout, my back bowed like he had my soul in his throat and not my dick. I couldn’t shift my hips very much with my pants still wrapped around my knees, but I made do, cradling his nape while I surged forward and claimed his mouth.
“I wanna watch your throat take me all day,” I panted, dragging my thumb over his Adam’s apple. “You’re doing so good.”
He whimpered.
My other hand left wet condensation streaks on the window as I moved, slipping along the fogged-up glass. Release barreled toward me. My cock swelled, and I pulled out roughly, blinking heavily and trembling from the intensity of stopping right before the point of no return.
Below me, he gulped down air, chest heaving. “I like doing that,” he panted and grinned, cheeks wet with tears.
“I like you doing that, too,” I replied when I caught my breath.
He laughed. “More. Let’s do more.”
I scrambled up, kicked off the rest of my clothes, all sense of self-consciousness gone, and helped him out of bed so we could switch places, with me sitting on the edge and him standing in front of me.
Shifting from foot to foot with a pair of my joggers still cinched around his waist, all of his earlier bravado fled, and he looked uncertain in a way he hadn’t before. The pent-up tension from my near-orgasm relaxed, and I gently reached out to bring him forward, wrapping my arms around his middle and resting my chin on his stomach.
I peered up. “All good, baby?”
His eyes went from hesitant to trusting in a blink, and I knew I’d sketch him like this later.
“All good.” He wiped his face and cleared his scratchy throat. “You?”
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’m not actually sure you are a ghost. Judging by what you just did to me, I think a succubus is a more apt description.”
He flashed me his dimples.
“Yes, I’m very good, Charlie. And now it’s your turn.” I dipped my fingers into his waistband. He was still hard, tenting the front of the soft cotton in a way that was so erotic I knew I’d sketch that, too. “If you want?”
He nodded, resting his hands on my shoulders.
I placed kisses up one side of his stomach, burrowing my face in the heady scent concentrated in his underarm—sun-warmed cotton—before kissing back down the other side, stopping right below his navel.
Slowly, I tugged his pants down in increments until just the tip of his cock peeked out, glistening and begging for attention.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so precum leaked all over. I rested my thumb just under the head, gently teasing up and down. “Oh, pretty baby. Look at you. Did you like sucking me so much you made a mess all over yourself?”
He whimpered, fingers bunching in my shirt. “Yes.”
Charlie was sharp and witty most of the time, but this version of him, soft and needy, might become my favorite.
Because it was mine.
I leaned forward and licked the tip, teasing him just as he’d done to me.
“Holy shit, Reece.” His hands scrabbled along my shoulders, fingers rooting in my hair. I tugged his pants down the rest of the way, supporting his weight as he kicked them off each foot until he was bare before me.
I sucked in a breath. He was pale and lithe, all lean and toned with narrow hips. His cock jutted out of a nest of dark curls, angled slightly to the left with a soft pink tip I wanted back in my mouth.
Now.
“Beautiful,” I breathed. “You’re beautiful.”
Warmth flickered in his eyes. “You make me believe that.”
