Page 154 of Love at First Fright

The thought should’ve horrified me. Instead, it did the opposite. Who cared when Bat’s cock was dragging against me so perfectly? Let Brad stand outside that door and listen to me getting fucked senseless by a ghost.

“You feel so fucking good, Charlie,” Bat panted. “I won’t last much longer.”

I was also close, balanced on that knife’s edge where pleasure became too much and not nearly enough all at once. “Urgh, no, not yet.” I said between gasps. “Please don’t stop. I need more. So much more. Touch my dick, please.”

“Not yet,” Bat snarled, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re going to come with me, when I say so.”

The threat made my dick jerk between my legs, leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath me. A moan ripped from my throat—too loud, too desperate. Bat’s palm clamped over my mouth instantly, pressing hard enough that I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen made everything sharper, like the treble turned up until it distorted.

I didn’t care. Couldn’t care about anything except the total surrender of being absolutely owned.

Finally—finally—Bat’s hand snaked around my hip, fingers wrapping around my aching cock.

The touch was electric. Instantaneous.

I exploded.

My orgasm ripped through me like a shockwave, every muscle in my body seizing as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I lost my grip on the headboard, collapsing face first into a pillow as Bat pushed my head down into it, muffling my screams.

The world went white. Then black. Then white again.

I hadn’t breathed in what felt like minutes, dizzied, consciousness floating somewhere above my wrecked body. Distantly, I felt Bat’s cool cum filling me up, the excess dribbling out around his cock and down my thighs.

Then his mouth—everywhere. Kissing every inch of my back, soft little touches that made me shiver as aftershocks still coursed through me.

I lay there in a soaked puddle of my own making, completely boneless.

Bat twisted me gently, kicking the duvet to the floor before settling between my legs. His tongue lapped at the mess we’d made, whilst I lay there wholly spent, dazed, thoroughly fucked beyond all recognition.

“Are you usually that loud?” Amusement coloured his voice. “Or were you determined for every spirit who lives here to learn I’m fucking the ghost hunter?”

I groaned. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m never that loud. But that was fucking in-cred-ible.”

“Really?” Bat beamed up at me, looking absurdly pleased with himself.

“Really. Ghost dick gets a ten out of ten rating.”

He laughed—oh so bright and genuine—before crawling up to kiss my forehead in an oddly intimate gesture that made my heart skip a beat despite my exhaustion.

“Do you think Brad heard?” I said, a sliver of fear creeping in.

“That creak was probably just the floorboards,” he said. “Probably.”

“Probably,” I agreed, wondering how I was going to explain the sounds Brad might have heard. I’m not sure watching porn would cover it this time. Not unless I’d been watching some particularly aggressive stuff, perhaps.

Bat hooked his leg over mine, tangling our limbs together. He pouted—bottom lip properly protruding—like a sulky teenager. “But don’t think about Brad right now.”

His fingers combed through my hair, gentle and soothing. The complete opposite of how he’d yanked it minutes earlier.

“What should I be thinking about?”

“How awesome I am in bed.” His grin turned smug. “I won’t get bored of that in a hurry.”

I opened my mouth to make some sarcastic comment about his ego, but his expression shifted. The playfulness drained from his face, replaced by something else.

Fear spiked through my chest. “What?”

“Stay very, very still.” His voice dropped to barely a whisper.