Page 87 of Ghost’s Awakening

The head went in.

The burn of it ran through my whole body and what came out of me wasn't a word. Then I did what Irish told me and pushed back toward him instead of away, and he slid into me, an inch, another, and I understood the fifth thing Irish hadn't told me, which was that nothing in the world felt like it. My mouth had taken him a hundred times. This was my mouth with every nerve I owned turned all the way up. Full, from my hole up through my gut, until there was no room in me for anything but him.

I pushed back further. His hips met my ass.

In me to the base, his balls against me, and I hung there on my forearms with my mouth open and no sound coming out. He was inside me. All of him.

"Jake." His voice came down from above me, wrecked, and his thumb pressed into the small of my back. "Talk to me. You good? Tell me you're⁠—"

"Don't you fucking stop." It came out of me into the sheet.

He laughed, one breath, and pulled back and pushed in again. Slow. The whole length of him dragging out and going back, and by the third stroke the burn had turned into something that made my eyes roll. "That's it." Low, steady, the words landing on the back of my neck. "Your hole takes my cock as good as your throat does. Better."

"Harder." I pushed back onto him.

Crack. His hand across my ass, and he drove into me on the same beat, and I shouted into the mattress.

"Say please." His hand stayed where it had landed, hot.

"Please!" It tore out of me.

He gave it to me. Faster, his hips slapping into my ass with a sound that filled the room, his fingers digging into me hard enough to hold me where he wanted me. I took him the same way I'd taken him with my throat, pushing back to meet every stroke, making sounds I'd never heard come out of a man. Sweat ran down my back. The sheet under my face was wet with my own spit. My cock swung under me, fully hard and untouched, leaking onto his sheet without a finger on it.

He pulled out.

Slow, the whole length of him sliding out of me, and the emptiness of it made me groan louder than the fucking had. His hands turned me. Onto my back on the edge of the bed, and my leg was already up, knee pulled high and my hand hooked behind it, before he'd finished turning me.

"Please." I didn't recognize the voice. "Please, Caleb, get back in me, please⁠—"

He lined up and pushed, and he didn't stop.

One stroke, slow and long, until his hips were against me again, and I watched it happen. I could see him now. All of him, standing at the end of the bed between my legs, six foot three of muscle rolling under sweat, his dark eyes locked on the place where he went into me and then coming up to my face and staying there, wide open. His hips drove in and dragged back, over and over, every muscle in him working for it. My cock lay on my stomach in a pool of my own precum, and every time he bottomed out, more came.

Then his thumbs found my nipples. Soft, barely there, circling, while his hips kept driving into me, and the two things together were too much. A big man fucking my hole while his thumbs stayed careful on me, the only careful thing left in him.

"Fuck—Caleb, I'm cumming! I'm—" My whole body locked.

"Fuck. Me too—" His hips stuttered.

I came without a hand on me. My cock jumped and the first shot hit my own chin, hot, and the next ones landed across my skin in ropes, and I was shouting his name at the ceiling with my whole body clenching down around him. His head went back and a sound tore out of him, deep, torn, and I felt his cock swell inside me and then the heat of it, filling me, pulse after pulse, his thumbs still moving on my nipples and his hips still driving through it, relentless, fucking his cum deeper into me until there was nothing left in either of us.

He came down on top of me.

All his weight, sweat and heat, his heart slamming through his skin into mine. His face in my neck, his breath going hard and hot against it. His cock still inside me. I got my arms around him and held on.

"That was…" I had to stop and breathe. "Holy shit. Caleb. I need you to do that to me all the time."

He laughed into my neck. It shook him in me, and I laughed too, and neither of us could stop for a while.

I was full. Him still in me, softening slow, his cum in me and mine drying between us, his weight pressing me into the mattress. And in my head, nothing was running. All twelve channels sat dark. The room was quiet and warm, the sun was on the floor, and everything was good.

CALEB

The phone rang after the shower.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in a towel with the water still running behind the bathroom door and the window warm on my back, and I'd been sitting there for a while doing nothing, which I hadn't done in five months. Then the phone lit up on the nightstand and started to ring.

The real ring. The one I'd left on for a single caller.