“What are you?—?”
I force myself into my ghost form, lower myself so my head is beneath the water, and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck!”
His hips jerk up, erection passing through my ghostly head, making me shiver. I can still feel them when I’m a ghost, and the sensation of something scrambling my brains is odd. I pull back, releasing my grip on my ghost form so that my weight pins him a second time.
“What did I just say? Don’t make me tie you up.”
The erection in front of me jumps. Okay, perhaps that threat might not have been as effective as I’d hoped.
A bolt of smug satisfaction rolls through me at his reaction. The contrast between my cold mouth and the heat of the bathwater worked exactly as I’d hoped. His lips part on a gasp, and I take him in my hand again, stroking leisurely.
“I wasn’t prepared,” he breathes. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
With a glare, I drag myself back into ghost form all over again and use my tongue to trace up the underside of his dick.
Focus. I want to blow his mind, but his little noises are slowly unravelling my control. The last thing we want is for him to end up with his dick lodged in my grey matter if I lose my hold on my ghost form.
I manage to bob up and down a few more times before hiships jerk again. I draw back, my head tingling as I pin him with alook.
“I wasn’t being literal when I said I wanted someone to fuck my brains out.”
It is kind of funny, though. The quirk of his lips tells me he thinks so too as he shoves out of the water, settling himself on the edge of the bath with his cock jutting out proudly from his lap. He spreads his knees to give me space to move between them, which I do.
“Better?” he asks.
Instead of answering, I lean forward and follow the ink along his shaft up to the crown, finally tasting him properly. His muscles stiffen, breath rushing out on a moan as I dip my tongue into the slit, tasting salt mixed with the gentle tang of soap and something else that’s unique to him.
Lambert Winthrop shivers beneath my caress, and I pump his length again while I study him. I may be on my knees, crowded by his larger form, but he’s unmistakably at my mercy.
Ghostly blowjobs are fun, but this is so much better. I relish the velvety feel of his cock beneath my palm, the scalding heat of him, and the water lapping gently around my waist.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this last time,” I murmur between kisses. “When you were in the shower. I was so close to just…”
I cut myself off, dipping down to take him as deep into my throat as I can. Magic, it’s been so long since I did this. Anxiety cuts into my thoughts for a moment before Lambert lets out another tiny whimper.
“Please, stars, Kyrith. Oh, fuck.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. Pulling back, I flutter my tongue along the shaft, swirling once over the head before diving back down. It takes me a minute to remember how to relax my throat, to take him deeper. His gasps turn to moans.Curses. Pleas. His hands flutter, caught between returning to the edge of the tub where they should be, and tangling in my hair. I bob up and down over his shaft, glancing up as he drops his head back again like he physically can’t hold the weight of it anymore.
This beautiful man, this golden god, is so far gone under my touch.
He’s not the only one affected. The longer I stay physical, the more the fire beneath my skin grows. My breasts ache, begging for his touch, and I want nothing more than to find out if he’d react the same way if I were to climb into his lap and ride him until the brutal craving is satisfied.
A hundred fantasies are right here, at my fingertips. Lambert put himself at my mercy. Gave me control. I know if I asked him, he’d let me do any of the things on that list. Yet right now, watching him fall apart stroke by stroke is turning me on as much as if our roles were reversed. My control is eroding faster by the second. It only grows worse as I slide the fingers of my free hand beneath the water to find my slippery clit.
I circle it gently, once, then twice, before giving in and moving faster.
My moan reverberates along Lambert’s shaft as I drive myself higher and higher.
“Kyrith, I’m going to…” His hands fall to my hair, tugging me away, but I cling on. His fingers lose their strength as he comes, breath catching on a half-whimper.
Swallowing, I lap up the few escaped drops of his cum. The taste is another welcome reminder of him, of life. I slip my fingers down, intending to thrust them inside myself and hopefully ease the impatient need that’s started to consume my thoughts now that he’s come. But he catches sight of what I’m doing and makes a sound of protest.
Without waiting for permission, he bends and drags mebodily from the water, popping me on the windowsill like a doll before falling to his knees in the bathwater and devouring my sex like a starving man.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs against the heated flesh of my sex. “Oh, boss. You’re drenched.”
