Page 121 of Love at First Fright

“Oh yeah?” His thumb stroked over the length of me. “Like what?”

“Like if you still get jaw ache from sucking dick or not.”

Bat tilted his head, expression shifting into something mock-serious. Contemplative. Genuinely pondering the scientific implications of ghostly fellatio.

“You know what, Charlie? I think some evidence gathering is in order.”

His hand slipped beneath my waistband. Cool, wonderfully callused fingers wrapped around heated skin. My cock twitched to life properly, blood rushing south with embarrassing enthusiasm.

Yes. Please. Right now. Now, now, now!

Pounding rattled the bedroom door.

“Oi, Chaz!”

I groaned. How was this my life? Was getting my cock sucked by a ghost too much to ask for?

“It’s time to drag your arse out of bed!”

“In a minute! I’m busy!” I snapped back, sounding exactly like a teenager caught wanking.

Brad tutted loudly. “Just a thought, mate. If you hadn’t stayed up all night watching porn, then maybe you’d be able to get up on time!”

“What?!” I spluttered.

“These walls are thin as fuck!” Footsteps stomped away down the corridor.

Silence.

Then Bat and I dissolved into giggles, his hand still wrapped around my cock, both of us shaking with suppressed laughter like schoolboys caught behind the bike sheds.

I pressed a kiss to the top of Bat’s head. He had the most subtle of smells to him. Dust, old paper, and somehow that chemical haze of fog machines. Something I wanted to bury my face in and never leave.

Bat’s hand stayed wrapped around my cock. Steady pressure. Perfect grip. The sort that promised things. Brilliant, filthy things.

And fuck, I really wanted to stay in bed and let him do everything he wanted to me. Every single thing. I’d hand over a detailed list if necessary.

But I was terrified of Brad getting impatient and bursting in here with more demands. Brad marching through that door to find my dick down a ghost’s throat would probably send him into a rage that would get me sacked. Or worse.

“Our experiment will have to wait for later,” I said.

Bat’s mouth curved into the most spectacular pout. Bottom lip jutting out. Sulky and devastatingly gorgeous.

I couldn’t resist. Leaned in and caught that lip between mine, sucking gently.

Bat hissed. His grip on my cock tightened, fingers curling with intense, blissful pressure.

My hips thrust up instinctively, chasing the sensation. Fire flooded through me, electric and sharp.

“Fuck! Bat! Later,” I managed, voice coming out strangled. “I promise. I have loads more ghost sex questions that need answering.”

“Like?”

“Like whether you can possess me whilst I’m wanking.”

Bat’s eyes widened. Dark and delighted. “You want me to—”

“Later.”