Page 43 of Who The Hell Are You?

“You've sucked dick before.” I breathe out, my body too limp to move. “You were perfect.”

Cassie laughs, lowering his head to plant a kiss on my pelvis. “No. No actually, that was my first time.”

My heart swells, even though I knew in the first place I’m the only man he's ever been with, masked or not, it's so satisfying to hear him say it out loud.

His body hits the bed beside me and I spring into action. Dragging my heavy limbs over him, I spread my thighs on either side of his chest, smiling upside down at my old friend–his dick. I drop down onto it, taking him to the back of my throat until tears spill out of the corners of my eyes, my throat burns at his width and I'm moaning in happiness at his perfect taste.

“Fuck Miley, you take me so good.”

At his praise I double my efforts and run my tongue on the underside of his cock, circling his tip with the flat of it, before sucking hard.

“Sweet Baby Christ.” He cries out, raising his head to take my half hard dick into his mouth once again. His palms rest on my spread thighs, lapping at my length, then my balls, making them drip with his spit.

Moving my head up and down, I hollow my cheeks and take him even deeper, pushing past my gag reflex. I can feel him getting harder and I do what I know he likes from the time in his bedroom; slowly slipping his cock out of my mouth to circle the head with my tongue. I stick it into his slit and then take him back down fast, repeating the motion over and over, until I feel his lower muscles seize up. His balls harden in my palm, before Cass comes down my throat.

He groans and gasps around my dick, my hips snapping in rhythm with his out of control thrusts. I don't think he even knows he's doing it, but I suck him through it all, swallowing down each salty drop which you could bottle up and feed me for the rest of my life. Using the flat pad of my tongue I lick him clean, finally popping off with one long last suck of his softening head.

Kneeling up as not to crush him, I turn around, smirking down at the way he looks completely blissed out. His soft curls are pushed back, falling onto the pillow and his eyelashes droop, like he's about to fall asleep. The softest smile lifts his expression, and both his palms run up my thighs to softly come down again.

“Miley.” He sighs happily.

I drop slowly down above him, both hands beside his head to plant a gentle kiss against his lips. “Cassie.” I whisper back, laughing a little and he returns it, the rumble in his chest vibrating as we kiss for longer this time. We can both taste each other and it makes my head swim with lust all over again.

Lifting, I say, “Can I borrow some of your sweats? C’mon.” Springing off the bed, I'm pretty sure I just sucked his life essence because he stays still, like a puddle on the bed. “C’mon.” I tap the side of his ass, laughing.

“How do you have any energy left?” He tilts his head, cheeks still flushed but his eyes look more awake.

Digging through his luggage bag that's been left on the armchair, I pull out two pairs of sweats, throwing one at him. “Put them on, I have an idea.”

Groaning, he does as I ask and after we've kissed more, which somehow makes my dick interested again because I'm an utter slut for this man, I drag us out of his room and we enter the quiet cabin.

I can hear laughter and soft music out back, so the guys all must still be around the fire. Coming out onto the back deck, a flickering glow licks up into the air and everyone is engaged in deep conversations, with beers and Harris even has an acoustic guitar that he casually plucks.

I swear they make men different in Scotland, because each one of them is so dimensional. Cassie is an insanely clever vet student, with the voice of an angel, rugby thighs that I want to sink my teeth into and he's so openly affectionate. It's disgustingly adorable. Harris’s dream is to work on a farm, but his photography skills are eerily beautiful with another world quality, he plays instruments fluently according to Cass and he's so secure in his masculinity he gives his friends all the physical contact they clearly need. Em, whilst more of a mystery to me, is a passionate artist, cosmopolitan in looks but is part of the rural farm dream. He doesn't seem as solid as the other two, for reasons I'm still trying to figure out, like right now how he's dragged his legs over Harris’s thighs, tucked under the guitar, but is staring off into the forest.

Cassie starts to walk away from the deck but I grab him by the hand, turning him and instead moving us towards the hot tub.

“There is no way we're not using this before we leave tomorrow.” I tell him, pulling at the string to untie the cover that's been placed over it. The heat rises to brush my cheeks and I sigh, loving the smell of chlorine and warm water when it hits a cold night.

“Shit, I didn't bring my shorts. I don't have underwear on.” He sighs, shoulders drooping.

Smirking, I turn to him, dropping the borrowed sweats in one fluid motion and kicking out of them. “Oops, I'm not wearing any either.”

Laughing at his stunned expression, I cup my dick and climb into the hot tub, pushing to the furthest side and beckon him in. Cass only takes one moment to regain his brain function, before dropping his own trousers and climbing in too. I open my arms for him to fit his body against me, and thanks to my slight height advantage, he fits perfectly tucked underneath my chin. It's the first time I'm noticing that his back is covered in elaborate tattoos too; an owl with extended wings from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, a huge moon and forest underneath. He's fucking breathtaking, and unexpectedly I want to tell him everything.

I want to tell him I am Yourghostboy. I'm his masked stranger who wants to make him mine, just as much as the real Miles wants to. I lose the ability to breathe for a moment and my heart lurches, because what if he found out and was so angry he wanted nothing to do with me ever again?

Pulling his back closer to my chest, he hits the button for the bubbles and we both relax, soaking in the perfect moment. I can't risk losing him, but what if I've already lit the ticking bomb in the form of a ghostface mask.

After what feels like hours, we all head inside to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, in the attic which has been made into a theatre room for guests. It pretty much is just one huge curved sofa, with a deep width that makes it one huge bed. Micah weirdly excuses himself to bed early and so does Faye, with her boyfriend Mason.

Cass and I run inside clutching our sweats to our naked bodies, laughing, then quickly shower and get changed separately. When I’m done, I catch the end of his conversation with Harris. They’re in the kitchen pouring popcorn into a bowl and getting drinks.

“You're happy, yeah? The way you look at him Cass…I've never seen you like this with anyone.” Harris rubs his back, and even from my hiding spot around the corner, I can hear the smile in his voice.

“I feel like I can breathe, finally. Being with Miles makes me feel like…my true self. No fumbling, no hiding. It's so natural with him.”

Something hurt in my chest, because even despite how happy his words make me, we were both hiding a part of ourselves.