Page 167 of The Unravelings

“What are we doing?” she asks, looking around the kitchen with furrowed brows, taking in the modern appliances and clean countertops.

“This,” I say, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the island with ease. “I’m hungry. And I only eat my meals here.” I gesture to the island she’s sitting on, and her eyes go wide. “So, will you spread your legs for me and let me feast?” On what’s mine is what I want to add, but I fear I’m coming on a little too strong. It’ll only scare her away if I keep that up.

“You have to get me naked first,” she challenges with a sparkle in her eyes and lifts her chin.

That’s my fucking girl.

“Not a problem.” She stares me in the eyes as she lifts her shirt over her head without hesitation, baring herself to me.

“A fucking vision,” I grit out, staring at her bare skin. A sight I wasn’t able to see the last time we were together like this.

“In your dreams,” she quips, reaching around to her back. Just then, the front of her bra loosens, and she slowly pulls the straps down her bare arms.

My heart pounds against my chest as a fire brews beneath my flesh at the sight of her. Her perky tits bounce free. A perfect handful, eager for me to suck them. I’m practically drooling when she leans back, staring up at me in challenge.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. A true dream come true. The nights I’ve stayed up, imagining what another time together could be like, don’t compare to this,” I murmur, latching my lips around her nipple and sucking it between my teeth. Her breath shudders as I roughly take it into my mouth, letting my teeth mark her more. When she wakes up in the morning, she’ll have so many love bites from me that she won’t be able to hide them all. It’s fucking perfect. “How about another round of how many orgasms can I squeeze out of my beautiful little ghost?”

“Y-yes,” she moans, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “God.”

Instantly, I stop my sucking and harshly grab her other breast, squeezing and flicking my thumb over her nipple. “Ah, ah, Little Ghost,” I chastise, earning a glare. “Remember who is sucking your nipple and about to bring you to the best pleasure of your life.” I raise a brow when the tip of my tongue flicks her hardened nipple several times. “Say it now…” I trail off.

Stubbornly, she huffs, and her features harden from the state of pleasure she was in. “You really want me to scream your name? What if I don’t?”

I grin, flicking my tongue over her nipple again, and earning small noises. “Then this stops. No one in this universe but me should have their name on the tip of your tongue.”

“And if you’re not the only one?” she replies breathlessly, heaving her perfect tits up and down in my grip.

“Then I’ll fight them to the death to win your heart,” I quip, moving to her other nipple and continuing the same torture.

She grinds her aching pussy against nothing. Her breaths speed up, and she whines when I pull back.

“I never knew you were such a greedy girl,” I hum, moving between her nipples and pulling them both into my mouth over and over again. Fuck. If I’m not careful, I’ll be the one coming way too early and in my pants before I ever make it into the promised land of her slick pussy. And all before she even says my name. No worries, though. I’ll pull it out of her before I take her jeans off. “Tell me, Little Ghost. How wet are you for me? Do you get that wet for others?” AKA those other fuckers she used to give all her time to.

“N-no,” she shudders under my movements, trying to find more and more friction to satisfy the burning need growing inside her.

“Hmmm. Let’s keep it that way, huh?” I suggest, tugging roughly at her left nipple and earning a loud moan from her popped-open lips.

“And your cock blocking roommate?” she asks through heaving breaths, still not giving me what I want.

“What about him?” I question, flicking my tongue on her other nipple now as heat drops to my balls at the sight of her neediness.

Fuck.

I’m not going to last.

But I need to. I want to draw this fucking pleasure out until she’s a writhing mess and chanting my name like I’m the God she calls out to. Only me.

“You-you said…” She trails off, squeezing her eyes shut as her hips work more and more against the countertop. “You said he’d be home soon…”

I grin against her tit, continuing to work her over. "I did. He'll be here any minute," I hum again. "I bet I could make you come by only playing with your nipples, couldn't I? I wouldn't even have to touch your dripping pussy to make your body spasm and for you to call my name, which you'll do soon enough, won't you?" I murmur, moving to her other nipple and taking it into my mouth.

She reacts every time. Moving and spasming, trying to reach a release that’s almost there.

“Why don’t you let go, Little Ghost, and come for me like this?” I peer up at her as she stares down at me, moaning and squirming against the counter. One day, I’ll explore this more with her. “You’re so fucking receptive to me,” I hum my approval, running my tongue over her nipple several more times until I’m drawing my fucking name with my tongue against her heated flesh and tits.

“M-Malic,” she finally fucking moans, running her fingers through my long strands and holding me there where she needs me. Use me, Olivia. Use every fucking inch of me to mark me as yours, too. I want to be on my knees for this girl. For eternity. I’ll give her every-fucking-thing in the entire world. “I’m going to—” she says breathlessly before her entire body shakes and she moans my name again and again. It’s music to my ears. And my dick, who throbs and jumps for joy, aches to be inside her. Through heaving breaths, her eyes peel open, and she looks down at me with wide eyes. “Did you… Holy shit. It was like a live wire straight to my…” She looks down at her pussy, still covered by her tight jeans. “Straight down there.”

Hell, she didn’t even get her shoes off yet.