Chapter 16 #2
I squeeze my eyes closed for a second as I writhe beneath him. My dick is so hard it feels tight, like it’s going to explode. I twist my fingers in his hair, slowly pumping my hips but it does nothing to provide the friction I need.
Then he dips the tip of his finger inside of me and I moan loudly. The burn is exquisite, addictive, and I instantly crave so much more.
“Fuck,” Specter moans. “You’re so hot and tight. Can you feel your body clenching around me, desperate for more?”
I exhale a shaky breath. I want to beg him to make me come, but I have a little dignity intact still so I swallow it down.
Specter adds a second finger, kissing my sac. “How’s that?”
“Good,” I manage. “Fuck.”
“More?”
“More.”
I open my eyes and force myself to look at his face, and I’m so glad I did. He looks absolutely wrecked. He’s focused on his task, carefully sliding two fingers in and out of me. The friction is intense with only his spit wetting the way, but I’m going to trust that he knows what he’s doing.
I was right to trust him. With a desperate look in his eyes, he dives in again, adding his tongue to his fingers and working me over so perfectly that I struggle to wrap my head around this level of pleasure.
I find myself rocking my hips again, trying to fuck myself on his fingers, on his face, on anything. He still won’t pay any attention to my cock, which is slowly driving me crazy.
And then the word spills out. “Please.”
Dammit.
“I got you, gorgeous.” He reaches across the bed to the nightstand, and when he reveals a bottle of lube, my stomach flutters with anticipation. He’s going to fuck me now. He’s going to put that incredible cock inside of me.
Our interaction in the club pops into my head, hazy and surrounded by a cloud of lust, but I remember he said I could have anything I asked for. Could I ask him to fuck me? Could I beg to be ruined? I’m kind of interested to find out what he’ll do without me asking.
The click of the bottle cap reaches me, and I have to blow out a breath as a shiver moves through me straight to my dick. It twitches, dribbling a bit more precum, and when my gaze meets Specter’s my breath hitches. If I’ve ever wondered what pure desire looks like before, I know now.
He slides his now lubed fingers back inside of me, resting on his elbow so he’s got insane leverage as he hovers above me. Specter’s mouth moves to my balls again, and he sucks them gently as his fingers drive me to the brink of madness.
He hooks his fingers, hitting that perfect sensitive spot inside of me, and I cry out, unable to hold it in. He keeps at it, adding a third finger and twisting them around until I’m soft and open. If he’s going to fuck me, he better get to it soon.
Specter drags his mouth along my shaft, sucking gently on the skin but avoiding the head. Jesus, this man.
“Fuck, you taste incredible. What are you made of?”
I want him to suck me, fuck me, something to end this delicious torture.
The more his fingers explore inside my body, the closer my orgasm climbs.
It’s more visceral than anything I’ve felt in a long time.
My toes and fingers tingle, my stomach tenses, and my balls tighten and pull close to my body.
Specter nuzzles my balls again, brushing his nose and lips back and forth over them while he pumps his fingers in and out of me, increasing his pace until all I can do is squirm, pant, and moan.
When it finally hits, I cry out in absolute disbelief. My cock shoots a seemingly endless stream of thick jizz onto my belly and Specter is right there to lap it up.
I came untouched. I’ve heard about it before but honestly didn’t believe it was true. I’ve always needed something happening to my dick to come, but it just happened.
Specter keeps his fingers inside me, slowing his pace as he cleans my release from my overheated skin. When my body is finally spent and drained, I sink into the mattress, throwing my arm over my eyes.
Oh god.
Fuck.
What just happened?
My eyes sting from the swell of emotion building within me. No. Hold it back. Push it down. It’s just sex, for fuck’s sake.
It’s just sex.
“Stay,” Specter whispers, kissing my thigh as he removes his fingers.
He’s on his feet and in the bathroom seconds later. I hear the water running then move my leg. It lands in a cooling puddle of cum on the comforter. He came too.
He came because I came.
Is this really happening right now?
Specter returns with a warm cloth. His expression is softer than it’s been since I met him. He looks calm. Younger.
Somehow even sexier.
I watch as he wipes my skin, my thoughts pure chaos as I desperately try to reclaim who I am. I knew this would happen if I gave in. Specter knows how to disarm me. He can see beyond the fortress I’ve built and I’m not sure I like it.
He cleans the comforter and my leg where I found the mess, then he tosses the dirty rag onto the nightstand.
“Do you need a drink?”
I nod, not trusting my own voice.
“Water or something?”
I nod again, hoping he doesn’t press me for more. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he crosses the room to the mini fridge. He returns seconds later with a cold bottle of water, unscrewing the cap before handing it to me.
I take a large gulp, hoping the cool liquid will calm my racing pulse. What now? Is he going to be weird? Be done with me because he got what he wanted? Will he change now that he knows he has access to my body?
“Tea? I can brew some while you shower if you want.”
We’re not gonna talk about what just happened? Do I want to?
“Um…” I clear my throat. “I, um…” Yeah, I’ve got nothing.
“I could run you a bath too,” he says. “Maybe that would feel nice on your muscles.” He lifts my hand and kisses it softly. “Thank you.”
I blink rapidly. “For what?”
“Allowing my devotion.” He kisses my hand again, and I notice a sparkle in his eyes. “Did I bring my A-game?”
I mutter “Asshole” but my tone is surprisingly light.
“You are just as stunning as I knew you’d be. When you come, it’s like the night sky lights up, and fuck, baby, your taste is out of this world. I thought I was addicted before. I don’t know how to function now.”
Okay, yeah, we’re talking, but I don’t have a clue how to respond. I want to run away from his intensity and at the same time, soak it all up. I don’t know how to deal with these emotions. I’ve never felt them before.
“I’ll run the bath,” he says softly, sliding off the bed.
I nod, thankful for the reprieve. I kind of want to tell him about my aversion to wearing lingerie but then he might want to know more and I’m not sure I can explain it.
He appears in the doorway, smiling. “What’s on your mind?”
Blowing out a breath, I straighten my shoulders. I don’t have to admit everything. “Lingerie,” I mumble before clearing my throat. “I used to wear it but this one guy I dated he…” My words trail off as emotions I thought I buried resurface.
“He what?” Specter asks, his tone dark now.
“It was like a fetish for him and he made me feel really gross about it. Like he feminized me too much and I didn’t like that he wouldn’t stop. Since then I’ve had a hard time with it. I know I’m pretty and have feminine traits and I embrace that. But I’m still a man.”
“Of course. Lingerie isn’t gendered in my opinion.” His jaw ticks. “I’m sorry you were made to feel that way. Tell me who it is and I’ll fix it.”
I actually huff a laugh at that. “No thanks. It was a long time ago.”
“Would you like to try again sometime? With someone who would never treat you like something you’re not?”
Would I? He’s being so respectful too. “Maybe. I could try again.”
“Good.” He nods. “Your bath is almost ready.”
As he disappears in the bathroom again, I blow out a breath, wondering exactly how this all happened. Sex is simple. Transactional. All interested parties know pretty much what to expect.
But Specter flipped the script on me tonight. He changed the game, and I don’t know the rules anymore.
Now what am I supposed to do?