Page 56 of Purrfectly Haunted

He puts his other hand over my mouth to silence me, then looks up at me, lips wet with spit. “You don’t have to do anything but enjoy yourself this morning. I love having you at my mercy.” He grins again. “I take great pleasure in making you writhe under me.”

Oooooh god...

He dives down again, swallowing me, and I reach for his head reflexively, then hesitate. He grabs my hand and places it in his hair, giving me permission. His raven-black hair is soft and straight, so different from mine. It feels amazing between my fingers and against my legs. The silver piercings on his ears glint in the gray light of the rainy day.

James' blowjobs are incredible and almost aggressive, in a good way of course. He sucks and swallows and rakes his nails along my legs. He drags me to the edge, so close to an orgasm, then pulls back and squeezes my balls to stop me from coming. Then while I tremble and struggle to breathe, he leaves hickeys on the tender skin of my inner thighs. No one will see them, but I can’t help but to be pleased that he’s marking me. His actions often feel possessive, like when we went out the other night, and I can’t stop myself from loving it. I shouldn’t, he isn’t mine and I’m not his, but the feeling creeps on me anyway.

“Mmm, you taste fucking amazing,” he says.

My cock bucks against his lips, blood pulsing through my erection. The tip is swollen and wet. I can’t stop watching him sucking me. I can’t stop imagining sucking him again, but he won’t let me escape his clutch. To be honest, I’m not sure I even want to escape it.

James lowers his face and sucks my balls into his hot mouth. I mewl. I’m unable to stop making embarrassing noises, but he seems to enjoy it.

He keeps licking, until I feel his tongue reach lower, towards my ass. I arch my back on the bed, the sensation surprising and foreign, but oh so, so good.

James looks up, eyes glinting with predatory focus. “Do you enjoy getting rimmed?”

My eyes widen, and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights. I would give anything for him to do that again, but I can’t find the courage to say it.

James studies me for a moment. “Ewan. You got your ass eaten before, right?”

After a long pause, I give a small shake of my head. I had a few boyfriends, but all of them wanted me to be the dominant one in the relationship. I tried my best to fit their expectations. I fucked them hard and bent them over tables and pleased them, but in the end, I could only pretend to be someone I’m not for so long, and we drifted apart. I could never express how I felt or ask for what I wanted. I don’t know how to stop being a people pleaser.

And anyway, where would I find someone who wants me to submit instead of dominate?

In the ghost hunting business, apparently.

James smiles. “Just nod if you want to try, and I’ll do the rest. I’ll do filthy things to you, but I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy them. And if you want me to stop, just say it. Okay? I promise I won’t be pissed. There are many ways to have fun, and they’re all valid.”

I nod. Of course I want him to give me a rim job. I want it so much my body is about to combust. Maybe the ExorSquad contract was unto something with the whole spontaneous combustion thing.

James grins. “Get on your stomach, Ewan.”

He helps flipping me over like a horny pancake. My face is on fire but it helps that I can hide it in the pillow. He pulls my boxer briefs all the way down and gets rid of them. I burn with self-consciousness for a moment, butt naked, but then I feel his lips on my skin, and my brain implodes. He licks my perineum, from balls to ass crack, then his tongue nudges my hole, and my eyes roll back.

This is better than I imagined. It’s the pinnacle of physical sensations.

“Ja—James!”

He takes it for what it is, a plea, and he buries his face between my cheeks and devours me.

I lose it. I push my ass against his face, unable to control myself. He’s french kissing my hole, and it’s the best feeling known to humanity. His warm tongue pushes through the ring of muscle, wet and slippery, and oh my god I’m going to come!

I must have said that last part out loud because he relents with a chuckle and slides a hand under me to squeeze my cock. I whine, all the blood rushing down to my hard-on.

“Try to delay your orgasm, handsome,” he says. “I want to see you cry again today.”

I gasp in the pillow. He’s going to be the death of me. Death by rimjob, that one wasn’t included on the ExorSquad contract...

He dives back with his tongue, and he has me humping the bed in no time. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to feast on me. He’s... He’s...

James is amazing, and I want to let him do everything to me.

Tears of joy and pleasure well-up to the surface. I was always ashamed of being a cry-baby, so my first impulse is to swallow them down and pretend I’m not affected. But then he says, “I’ll use my fingers now,” and I let out a sob.

Fingers aren’t new. I finger myself often in the quiet of my small flat in Edinburgh. I even own a dildo that I keep well hidden at the bottom of my underwear drawer. I bottomed for two of my past boyfriends, they weren’t entirely against the idea, even if they preferred the other way around.

But just thinking about James wanting to do it to me... I sob again and push my ass in the air.