“Fuck,” Specter groans.
He kisses his way down my body again, and this time I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. I almost deflate. I hate condoms, but they are a necessary evil.
Specter lifts my leg, still massaging my hole, and when he lines the head of his cock up, he looks down at me like he just found a chest of gold.
He pushes his way in, and both of us hold our breath. His arms tremble as he squeezes his eyes closed.
“Jesusfuck,” he moans. “Fuck.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Specter opens his eyes, a dazed look in them. “You are unbelievable. Oh fuck, I might bust way too soon.”
“Well now, you talked a big game. I’m expecting a show, Specter.”
A smirk tugs at his lips. “Touché.” He kisses my calf. “Hold on, then.”
Before I can say another word, he pulls almost all the way out of me, then slams back inside, burying himself to the hilt. I can feel him in every part of my body, from my ears to my toes. Fucking hell, he’s huge. Thick.
I’m so full, and he’s relentless, gripping my ankles and plowing into me with hard thrusts. I talked too much shit, and he’s calling my bluff.
Specter slides an arm under me, pulling me upright until I’m seated on his cock. He’s leaning back against the bed, his feet on the floor, but holding me steady as I start to grind into him.
“That’s right, get your dick, baby,” Specter mutters, twisting his fingers in my hair.
If he loosened his grip, I’d slide right to the floor, but he’s not going to loosen up. He’s going to hold on to me like I’m a rare treasure. I’ve got my legs wrapped around him, so I leanback to stroke myself, but Specter shakes his head, licking his lips.
“Mine,” he growls. “All of you, all your pleasure, mine.”
My stomach does a pleasant somersault and I find myself nodding along. He slides his hand from my back up to my neck, pulling our mouths together again. He kisses like he fucks—completely, deeply, passionately—and I am officially ruined.
As I knew I would be.
Specter stands, then turns around and lays me back down before grabbing my ankle and slamming into me until I’m nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him. My balls grow heavy, the tension in my belly building until I’m ready to beg to come, but I dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Look at me,” Specter grunts, forcing me to open my eyes. “I’m gonna come soon,” he says through heavy breaths. “No matter what, I’ll take care of you. Understand?”
Vaguely, but I nod, too fucked-out to come up with something smart to say in response. Specter is relentless, pounding into me, and when he throws his head back, his body tensing, his cock twitching inside me, a wave of warmth washes over me.
Fuck. He’s gorgeous when he comes.
He doesn’t let up on me at all though, slamming his cock into my prostate until I have no choice but to fall over that edge with him.
My cock spurts long ropes of cum into the air, shocking me with the intensity and the sheer amount of it. White spots fill my vision, and for a second, I wonder if I’m floating.
“Cashmere,” Specter whispers, gripping the back of my neck as he looks between us, watching my cock spill completely untouched, save for the friction we managed to create. That never happened before him. Not once. I didn’t know it could.
I’m so absolutely fucked.
Specter collapses on top of me, heavy and sweaty, and I drag my tongue along the column of his neck, tasting his muskyscent. My cock actually twitches with interest, and I almost laugh.
He has his hands tangled in my hair as he presses his face into the curve of my neck. We lie like that until our breathing calms, our arms twisted together like we actually mean something to each other.
Do we?
Could we?
“Stay,” Specter murmurs before forcing himself up.
