Chapter 16
Colson
Walking up the stairs in the mansion feels different this time.
I didn’t know what to expect being in Specter’s presence at first, but I do now and it’s got me all mixed up.
Do I want to have sex with him? Who wouldn’t?
Do I think this is going to be a benign experience on any level? Not even a little bit.
And I don’t know what to do with that.
Wraith left us when we walked into the house, so it’s just the two of us.
It felt good to dance tonight, to be adored on the stage, and to feel as safe as I did before I was attacked.
At least my stalker is smart enough to stay away from Segreto.
I wonder if he knows I’m with Specter now.
He must if he’s been following me. He at least knows I’m not at my apartment.
“How much money do you make on a night like tonight?” Specter asks from behind me.
“On a weeknight, I can get between two and five hundred. It goes up a lot on the weekends and during special times of the year.”
“Special times? Like what?”
“Holidays, vacations, positive events like a sports victory. Men like to throw money around when they’re out of their normal routine.”
“That’s a decent amount of money.”
“Yes. Dancing really isn’t that lucrative unless you get lucky and book a bunch of high-profile gigs or you’re like on Broadway or something, but I never went into it for the money.”
“How did you get into it?” he asks, closing in on me as we reach his door.
My chest tightens. I’m not ready to talk about that right before I get wrecked by this man. “Ask me again after you’ve made me come. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”
A smirk plays on his lips. “Deal.”
Specter reaches past me and twists the knob to open the door.
He walks me backward and as soon as we cross the threshold, he’s on me.
We collide, our mouths crashing together like magnets kept apart too long.
He shoves my coat off and then I’m off my feet, scooped into his arms like I weigh nothing.
He carries me across the bedroom effortlessly, and when he tries to lay me down, I hold on tighter, lost in the taste of his mouth. My cock swells so suddenly that I feel lightheaded for a few seconds. I forgot what it feels like to want someone this much.
Have I ever?
While Specter supports me, I tear my sweater over my head and toss it to the floor. His breath puffs across my face as he looks down at my bare chest. With my fingers under his chin, I lift his head, and my breath hitches when I see the heat in his eyes.
“Since the minute I laid eyes on you…” His words trail off. He doesn’t have to finish them.
He lays me down on the bed and I let him this time, propping my arms under my head to watch him strip out of his own clothes. He shrugs his trench off, and when he pulls his sweater over his head, my cock twitches with interest.
His body is something to behold. He’s all solid muscle and tattooed flesh, and I want to drag my tongue over every inch of him. Twisting around to lie on my stomach, I crawl towards the edge of the bed, yanking at his belt buckle when I reach him.
Specter gazes down at me, his hands tangling in my hair as I get his pants open and press my mouth to his hard cock through his briefs. His lips are parted, eyes hooded, and he’s breathing heavily as he watches me.
I’ve avoided looking at him closely. I knew it would destroy any remaining resolve I had left, but somewhere between this morning and right now, I decided his touch was worth whatever destruction comes from it.
Specter helps me by tugging his pants off his hips, and as I flash a flirty smile at him, I dip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs, then slowly reveal my prize.
Haven’t I earned this? A night or two of pleasure for all the restraint I’ve managed since Specter walked into the club and into my life months ago? A little treat, if you will.
His cock springs free, thick and veiny and gloriously uncut. There’s a tiny gold barbell right under the head, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and as I lean in to get my first taste, Specter takes a step back.
I look up, confused. “You don’t want?”
“More than almost anything, but this night isn’t about me, beautiful. I’m worshipping you, remember?”
His answer doesn’t ease the confusion in my head at all. He doesn’t want me to participate?
“It’s okay,” he purrs. “You’ve never been worshipped like this. It’s new for you, but you’ll see. I’m solid in my devotion.”
I open my mouth to say something sassy, but nothing comes out. Dammit.
“Sit up.”
I do as Specter kneels in front of me, slowly removing my sneakers, then my leggings. I’m sitting before him in only my tiny boy short underwear.
“Do you ever wear lingerie?” he asks.
“Um, no. I like it, but… no.”
His eyes narrow as he tilts his head. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“Don’t lie. Something happened.”
I blow out a slow breath. How does he do that? “Not right now. I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
He nods as his jaw ticks. He hooks his fingers under my waistband and lifts his gaze. “May I?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
What the actual fuck is going on with me?
I’ve had sex with attractive men before.
Plenty of them, but it’s always a power struggle.
I refuse to let men treat me like a disposable toy, so I always take charge of my own pleasure, but with Specter I can’t seem to summon the energy.
I’m intrigued. I want to know what it feels like to be worshipped by him.
Specter delicately tugs on my briefs and I lie back, lifting my hips to help him. When he’s got them off, his hungry gaze roams over my naked flesh. Of course, I’m not shy about showing off, but there’s something so intense about his attention. It’s like I’ve never been naked until now.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice slightly shaky. “You are breathtaking.”
Before I can process that, much less say anything, Specter has his face pressed to the inside of my thigh. He drags it along my skin, his stubble leaving delicious pricks along the way. He buries his nose in my sac, inhaling deeply, and I remember with sudden alarm that I wanted to shower first.
“I should freshen up,” I mumble.
“Mmm, no, this is perfect. Your scent is insane.”
“But there’s glitter and body oil and—” I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my thigh. Not painfully, just enough to shut me up. “Oh god.”
“You’re the god.” He kisses the spot he just bit. “And I your humble servant.”
Jesus. This guy.
I close my eyes and blow out a slow breath to calm my racing nerves. I need to find myself somewhere in this haze of overwhelming lust.
Before I can speak though, Specter pushes my legs up slightly and rubs his nose deep between my legs, almost over my taint. Fuck.
“Cashmere,” he whispers, just before he flicks his tongue out to taste my skin. He moans, then gently sucks my balls into the heat of his mouth.
My back arches off the bed and I bury my fingers in his thick hair.
“You smell good,” he murmurs. “You taste good.” He rubs his thumb over my slit, collecting a glistening drop of precum before sucking it off. “Fuck.”
Specter spreads my legs apart, his eyes taking all of me in, and even when I’m this exposed for him, I love his adoration.
I expect him at any second to suck me into his mouth, but he does the opposite.
He kisses his way up my body, slowly, edging me in the best way.
The anticipation of what he’ll do next has me more excited than I’ve been in a long time.
Jesus, I’ve been bored. My history is nothing but a long line of uninspired hookups with greedy, self-centered men who didn’t give a damn about getting me off. None of them wanted to impress me, but Specter is on a mission to do just that. It’s a lot to process.
His soft lips graze my neck as his hand moves down my chest to my belly, then to my thighs, expertly avoiding my throbbing cock. As he travels my body again, he kisses a trail until he’s at my feet, sweetly planting kisses on the top of each foot.
Specter stands suddenly, his impressive body on full display and his heavy cock making it very clear how much he desires me.
He pushes me back on the bed until I’m in the center, then he stalks after me, hovering above my body.
As he gazes down at me, I wonder what thoughts are swirling in his mind right now, but I’m too afraid to ask. Or even tease.
His large hand cradles my face, a familiar move I’m starting to crave, then he’s on me again, claiming my mouth in another heated kiss.
Our cocks brush together, and I clench my hole with need.
God, I want my hole wrecked. It’s been ages since I’ve been fucked properly.
I fuck myself better than most of my partners do, but I get the sense that won’t be the case with Specter.
Once he settles between my legs again, my stomach flutters with excitement. If he blows me I won’t make it much past that, and maybe he knows that, because he avoids my cock again, instead sliding his arms under my ass to lift me slightly.
My breath catches as Specter dives in, going straight for my entrance. His hot breath sends tendrils of desire snaking through me, but when his tongue touches me there, I practically fly off the bed.
“I’ve… I’ve never…” I start to choke out, but the words fall away.
He doesn’t speak, but how could he with his mouth firmly planted between my legs, his tongue doing its best to breach me?
I’ve never let anyone do this to me before.
It always thought it would be too intimate, and I was right—it is.
I should be crawling out of my skin right now, but it’s definitely the opposite of that.
I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in a long time.
Emotionally, anyway. Physically, I want to come so bad I can taste it.
“Cashmere,” Specter whispers in between rounds of dragging his tongue in a circle around my puckered hole. “You are fucking everything.”