Chapter 3
The quiet rip of my fishnets being torn at my crotch leaves me on edge. I can’t even fathom how hot he must look on his knees for me. My legs begin to quiver, and I mentally applaud myself for deciding to not wear any panties tonight.
The cold air sends a chill through me as it brushes against my damp inner thighs, as Ghost spreads my legs wider, exposing me.
“Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.
“That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.”
My heart pounds through my ribcage. “Please,” I beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension.
His warm breath brushes my clit, every nerve ending on edge. “Yes,” he groans, pushing his fingers between my sensitive flesh. “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
My body jolts, and I helplessly writhe against the wall, reaching down for him. Burying my fingers through his thick, lush hair, I kick open my legs wider.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” I whine.
He whines back, mocking me.
“Please, I’m begging you.”
“Fuck,” he sharply groans, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles, as I moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He dips the tip of his finger inside me, barely, and the anticipating is beyond agonizing. Thrusting deeper, my inner walls tighten around him, and my stomach tenses. Without warning, he quickens his pace, pushing his finger into me over and over, before adding in another.
Curling his fingers in all the right places, he slows, stroking my walls. “Such a tight, little cunt,” he says.
“Ghost,” I impatiently moan, and that does it.
Without wasting another second, he lifts me into his arms and lowers me onto the bed. Firmly grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge, spreading my legs once more. He presses his lips on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasingly.
And finally, he takes me into his mouth. He traces his tongue over my clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of my sex.
Oh hell, he knows what he’s doing.
Nobody has ever made me feel this good.
He skims his hands over my breasts, and I grab his wrists, holding them in place. Yanking down my top ever so slightly, he pinches my nipples, twirling them between his fingers. This only seems to bring me more pleasure, as he thrusts his tongue inside of my core.
“Oh my God,” I moan, writhing against his face. “Yes.”
He trails his hands down my chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of my body as he slips them lower and lower to my most sensitive place. Moving my legs further apart with one hand, he pushes two fingers inside of me with the other.
Thrust after thrust, he continues this beautiful attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting. Savoring me, as if he’s literally starving.
My stomach flutters, my breathing quickens, and I buck my hips, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Wrapping his muscular arms beneath my legs, he reaches for my arms, suddenly pinning me to the bed, giving me no option to escape.
Fisting the sheets with my trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside me, and bursts into pieces. I come undone, forgetting to breathe, toes curling. Riding out my orgasm, I grind myself against his face, until I physically can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck,” he groans, his face still buried against my wetness. “You taste too good, baby. I need more.”
He tightens his hold on my arms, pinning me in place, and burying his face against my pussy. Just when I believe that it isn’t possible to come again, he proves me wrong, fucking me into oblivion with his fingers and tongue until I’m exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where I’m seeing stars through my eyelids.
“I can’t,” I whimper, trying to break free from his grasp.
Within seconds, loud music from the party bursts through the room, and my heart nearly leaps into my throat. The door must have opened. Except Ghost doesn’t stop.
There’s a loud thud of the door closing, and the beautiful torment continues.
“I can’t take anymore,” I gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping my lips. “Oh, yes. Yes.”
My climax consumes me, taking over entirely. Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensations, as I ride out wave after wave of this everlasting euphoria. My inner walls spasm, my legs begin to shake, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to breathe.
Ghost finally releases me, and I remain motionless on the bed, attempting to gather back any strength in my body that I can find. About a minute must pass before I feel his leather gloves caressing my face.