Page 71 of Hot Ghost Summer

I moan, and two fingers push past my lips and slide over my tongue.

“Shhh.” He leans in close to whisper in my ear. “Brigid is right there. Watching.”

“So?” I challenge, spitting his fingers out. “She’s a cow. They’re a lot smarter than we think they are, but she won’t know what we’re doing. And she definitely won’t say anything.”

“Neither will you, Baby,” Hollis threatens.

I want to reply, it’s reflexive, but something wide and cold relentlessly pushes into my mouth. My eyes roll back in their sockets. Holy shit, it’s him. Hollis. He’s using my mouth to get off.

I knew he was thinking about it.

Relaxing my throat, I breathe through my nose when he drags his cock out.

Did he scrape his dorsal vein over my bottom teeth on purpose? Fuck, that’s hot.

Why’s he so hot? He’s the best sex of my life, hands down. Dick down.

He surges forward again, a little harder and a little faster. Depth check.

“You won’t be able to speak,” he states. “So, if you need me to stop…” He guides my hands to his bare thighs. “Pinch me. Hard. Just like I’m going to fuck you. Cut through the noise. Understand?”

I swallow around him as my answer, and his hand squeezes my throat.

“You were born for this, Baby,” is the last thing he says before he sets up home in my mouth.

His pace is brutal. Commanding. It borders on punishing.

Tears spill unbidden down my cheeks.

He punches out whatever breath I drag in with each thrust. Yet, I stay still. If he wants me to breathe, I will. And if he doesn’t… what a way to go.

My skull bounces off the hard earth, and my entire existence narrows down to him. Hollis. The way he tastes. The way he smells. The feel of him.

Drool pools in my mouth, easing his glide, then trickles from the corners of my stretched lips.

When his speed increases and his hips become less fluid, his hand around my neck squeezes so hard that the edges of my vision turn white.

With my name on his lips, he comes down my throat.

Panting hard, he relaxes his grip on my neck in favour of flattening his palms over my pounding heart.

I swallow what I can. Some spills out alongside my spit, and the rest goes down the wrong pipe. I cough and splutter, and he gives me just enough space to roll over.

“That was…” I rasp. “Hot.”

Panting, I push up onto my elbows and turn my face sideways. “But your cum is cold, did you know that?” I lick my lips. “Like frozen yoghurt.” Then I give him a wide smile. “Frozen brogurt.”

Hollis laughs, loud and unencumbered.

twenty-two

Ghost In The Code

Theo

Note to self: an amazing semi-public blow job only relaxes Hollis for a few hours.

The sleeves of his navy-blue ExorSquad coveralls are rolled up to his elbows, and his palms are splayed flat on the table either side of his laptop. I know he’s aiming for brooding and stern—it’s in the tense set of his jaw and neck—but all I can see are the prominent veins in his forearms. Those are excellent forearms.