Page 100 of Hot Ghost Summer

I’m still processing what that means when he spits in my mouth.

I groan, and he slides his cock all the way along my tongue, surging past the tight ring of cartilage at the back of my throat.

Saliva leaks from the corners of my mouth, and I swallow around him.

This time, it’s Hollis who groans.

We’ve done this before, but it feels different now. With each glide in it’s as if he’s breaking through the invisible barrier that’s always existed between us.

The stretching of my lips, the hollowing of my cheeks, the slight tingle and ache at the back of my mouth, all of it feels less like a temporary adjustment, and more like… a claiming. Like it’s not just my body anymore, but his too.

This is what I’ve wanted from Hollis from the moment I first saw him.

He controls me completely, and I melt into his hold. Each slow and torturous thrust dictates a breath, drives my desires higher, and winds me tighter.

He squeezes my throat, gently milking himself, and I splutter and choke. Still, I don’t tap out.

The world dissolves into the intoxicating pressure he exerts. I love that he isn’t afraid to push me in this way, because this is exactly what I need. For him to control the flow of information by filtering out what’s needed and what’s not. And right now, he’s sending the very clear message that nothing exists outside of him; that Hollis is all I need.

As the edges of my vision dance with wild, white sparks, he pulls out, and I suck in a ragged, gasping breath.

His hips buck, his knuckles turn white, and then one, two, three pumps of cold ectosperm blast over my lips, cheeks, and forehead.

My tongue seeks them out on autopilot.

Panting hard, I let my head fall forward. It fits snugly into the dip of his hips. Last time we did this, he vanished back inside whatever electrical circuitry was nearby, but if he does that again right now, it might break me. I need him to stay.

Cradling my head between his hands, he prises me off, but the protest dies on my lips when he stoops to kiss me.

Not a thank you. Not a platitude. Not an acknowledgment of a transaction. Something… other. His lips against mine speak of urgency and command my attention, and the cool taste of his release on our tongues as we trade it back and forth promises something deeper—something new that cannot yet be expressed with words.

Gradually, his fingers ease from their knotted and desperate hold on my hair, and in the small space he permits between us, my heaving breaths feel too large. I sway where I kneel, and ignore my own insistent need.

Hollis brings me close, letting me rest against him while he tucks himself away.

“So good for me,” he praises, and I eat it up. Then a harsher tone cuts through the thin air like a whip. “When you want to be.”

He pulls me to my feet by my wrists, and my gaze finds the few strands of his slicked-back hair that have come loose. The only evidence that he’s at all affected by what we just did.

“So, what to do with you when you don’t do as you’re told?” he asks, voice low and dangerous.

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

“I gave you a clear instruction earlier, and you ignored it.” His fingers around my wrists tighten. “There are consequences for that kind of disobedience.”

Instantly, the lust-filled fog in my mind evaporates, and the corners of my mouth tug upward. “I’d love t’ hear your suggestions.”

Before I even finish speaking, Hollis spins me around, pushes me against the wall, and pins both hands behind my back. The air rushes out of my lungs on impact.

Flush against me, his lips brush the shell of my ear when he says, “I need you to know that I didn’t take lovers often—before. My requirements are… particular, and my former life prevented it. But now, in this new life, you, Theo Irving, are mine.”

Hollis licks the back of my neck, and a burst of static electricity maps my skin. My knees buckle, but his hold is so firm—so thorough—that I don’t fall.

“I like that,” I pant, grinding my erection against the wall for some friction.

He smiles into my overheating skin. “I like that too, Baby. You’re so perfect for me.” A soft and tender kiss is bestowed behind my ear. “Except when you’re not.”

I stiffen, breaths lodged in my throat.