7. Harper #2
I could feel the heat of his breath as his tongue flicked out to tease the teardrop jewelry I was wearing.
My moan was low and long as he wrapped his lips around one and traced the other with his finger.
If he kept this up, I would absolutely come, dream or not.
This was exactly the type of slow, steady buildup that could finish me off every time.
Just as I was reaching the tipping point, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down gently, sending an explosion of euphoria through my body.
I bucked as he didn’t let up but rather got more intense with his attention, slamming me into a second climax before the first even finished.
This god among men was hitting me with multiple orgasms without ever having touched my clit.
This never could happen in reality. No man has the patience to do this kind of slow build-up.
As I lay there panting, trying to figure out if my soul was in my body or not, the fingers returned.
This time they drifted down to my legs, pressing outward when they reached my knees, asking for me to open for him.
He wanted to give me another orgasm? Who was I to deny the man after he worked so hard? He should get his reward.
Then I was surprised once again when it was his mouth and tongue that worshiped me in a way I’d never been worshiped before.
If women were treated like this, it’s no wonder they wanted to be seen as a goddess back in the day.
When I felt a finger probing at my opening, I thrust forward, encouraging the action.
“Yes, please, I need the feeling of something inside me,” I pleaded.
“As you wish, angel,” Ghost answered, thrusting two fingers in me as my eyes snapped open, realizing this wasn’t a dream.
I had a moment of indignation that he would take such liberties while I was asleep, but then he started to move his fingers, and his mouth latched back onto my clit. “Holy fucking shit! God, yes, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”
Ghost chuckled, sending vibrations through my clit right to my head, and I saw stars.
Aftershocks of my two previous climaxes echoed through me as the burn of the next one started to build.
My heart beat so fast I was afraid it would explode out of my chest at any moment.
Then his free hand slid up my stomach until it reached my nipple, and in a combined effort, he tugged, sucked, and thrust, making me scream like I never had before.
My body arched as it felt like I was shattering into a million pieces, and Ghost refused to let up, determined to suck my soul out of my vagina.
“Stop, please, I can’t take anymore. It’s too sensitive,” I babbled, trying to twist away from him, but his arms wound around my legs and locked me in place.
With his hands busy, Ghost used his tongue to fuck me as his teeth gently scraped over my clit, dragging a fourth orgasm out of me.
The feeling of fire engulfed me, and tears pricked my eyes as the overwhelming nature of this climax ruled my body.
Never in my life had I ever experienced something so powerful that it made me feel like I was high.
My gaze was on the ceiling, but I don’t think I even really saw it as my eyes struggled to focus on anything.
Ghost shifted as he sat back, but any touch sent me into aftershock tremors that jolted my whole body.
“Am I still alive?” I mused aloud. “Did you know that sound has color?”
“Fuck, bro, I think you broke her.” Jaxson laughed, coming into view as he leaned over my head. “Good morning, gorgeous. Sleep well?”
“Mmm,” was all I could manage and gave a thumbs up.
“Looks like four in a row might be too much right now. We were doing okay at three,” Ghost commented like what he’d done was super normal.
“Is he a god?” I asked Jaxson, who was now stretched out next to me. “I don’t think he can really be human after doing something like that.”
Jaxson snorted. “Don’t say shit like that. It will make his already gigantic ego at his oral skills even bigger.”
“You know, I think going for double the money on her nipples was my mistake,” Ghost said, tapping his chin, clearly lost in his own thoughts. “Definitely didn’t count on them being so sensitive. Normally with pierced ones, I have to work a little harder to achieve that.”
A giggle burst from my lips, finding this whole situation ridiculous. “You know I’m still mad at all of you, right?”
That finally got Ghost’s attention. “Still? After all that, you’re still mad?”
“While I’m not upset about the wake-up call I received, this doesn’t fix everything else you’ve done,” I stated, causing Ghost to pout.
When I thought he was going to leave the bed upset with what I’d said, he did the opposite.
He laid down between my legs but placed himself so his head was on my stomach and his arms wrapped around my waist. Before I knew what my hand was doing, it was combing through his hair, making him nuzzle into me.
“You can be mad, but you can’t leave. Just tell us what we have to do to fix it,” Ghost mumbled, acting like a toddler.
“Let’s talk over breakfast, I had some time to think over things last night, but I want us to have a conversation altogether,” I said. “Is Magnus around?”
“I’m right here, doll,” Magnus announced.
“I agree that a conversation would be a good place to start, but I will add that Ghost wasn’t being cute when we say you can’t leave.
We’ll do whatever we need to, but you returning to LA is not on the table.
There are reports of more assassins getting called in after another failed attempt on Dax.
Instead of a kill order, it’s a find and capture. ”