14. Grave robbing date goes wrong
fourteen
Grave robbing date goes wrong
EWAN
James’ cock is in me , I think with sudden clarity. Oh my god, it’s really happening!
This is so much better than a sex toy. It’s hard but softer than a cold, inanimate object. He’s also bigger than my ex, who was my only experience with penetration with someone, and it was so awkward we didn’t really enjoy it.
But James is the opposite of awkward, and he takes what he wants, and I love that he does. So. Damn. Much.
He works himself in and out slowly, and the sensation is enough to make me sob again, the pressure almost too much. But then he finally gives a hard hip-thrust, and I scream.
“Fuck, yes, sing for me,” he says. “Open your legs wider. You’re so much taller than me.”
I obey, mind reeling, and he readjusts his position. Then when he starts fucking me again, I can’t help the flood of moans and screams. It’s so... so... good...
He hums. “You were made for this. Look at you.”
A little voice in my head whispers that I should be ashamed. That he's degrading me, and as a man I should be angry. But he’s right. I love this so much. And he doesn’t sound mean when he says it. He sounds like he’s overjoyed to have me under him.
And I... I... “James... James...”
I feel fragile. As if my heart is made of glass and with one wrong move it’ll shatter into a million pieces.
“I got you, baby...” he says. “I got you. You’re so fucking perfect. Let me worship you. You can let go.”
The dam breaks, and the tears spill out. I bury my face on the couch and relax. He can have my body. Hell, he can have it all. My soul, my pride... Right now, I’m his. The relief hits me, and it almost makes me come.
James picks up speed and begins to fuck me faster.
Each thrust sends sparks skittering along my spine.
My knees will get carpet burns, but I don’t care.
I’ll cherish them. I’m so hard again, and my cock hangs heavy between my legs, deprived of friction.
I don’t mind, not when I feel so close to orgasm again just from penetration.
I don’t know if he’s hitting my prostate or it’s the remnants of the ghost’s magic, but it feels amazing.
I close my eyes, letting it all take me under.
James is losing it, too, and he keeps uttering filthy talk. “Oh fuck, you’re so damn tight... So damn... ugh!” His hands hold on to my waist, his nails digging in my skin. “I want to... spend the night... buried deep... inside you...!”
“You can...” I say between sobs.
“Mmh, don’t mind if I do.”
I feel something wet and warm touch my back, and I realise he’s licking my sweaty skin. Oh god... “James...”
“Turn around. I want to see your tears.”
He pulls out, and I moan regretfully. I feel so empty.
He doesn’t give me time to argue and drags me away from the couch.
I’m putty under his hands, and I let him push me on the floor.
Then he rearranges my legs over his shoulders and enters me again.
He’s still wearing most of his clothes, while I’m entirely naked under him.
I don’t know why, but it turns me on even more.
I feel exposed, and it creates a power imbalance between us that I find incredible.
Something's wrong with me. I just want to be used and abused by him, but also protected and loved.
“I’m a mess...” I whisper, hiding my face. My cheeks are wet with tears.
“Yes, you are, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen, and you turn me on so damn much.” He pounds into me at the end of every sentence to drive the point home.
“Really?” I choke out.
He grabs my hands away from my face. “Really.” Then he bends forwards and licks my tears.
I’m so turned on, too, I feel like dying.
“James... harder...”
Hunger shine in his eyes. “I need you to promise to tell me to stop if it’s too much for you. Ewan. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
He grins. “Good boy.”
Then he encircles my throat with his hand and squeezes. My body goes taunt from the possessiveness of the act. I feel like a bow string about to shoot an arrow. Blood goes straight to my head from the pressure around my neck and pleasure gathers in me like the tide.
James chases his own pleasure, pinning me on the floor as he fucks me. My eyes roll back and I clutch at his hand, wanting him to squeeze harder. He misunderstands my gesture, and he lets me go.
“No...” I whisper. “Harder...”
“Fuck... Ewan... you’re the best..!”
He kisses me, bites my lip, then chokes me again. Nobody has ever done that to me during sex, and it’s a mind-blowing experience. Why does it feel so good? I’m completely at his mercy, of my own volition, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. His fingers tighten around my neck.
“James..!”
I feel my orgasm rising. He understands and doesn’t relent, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over again. Then he grabs my cock with his other hand and in two strokes I come for the second time tonight.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, jerking me. “Fuck yes, give it to me...” James leans forwards and licks the cum off my chest. Then he sucks one of my nipples before biting it. I gasp. He feast on my pecs, leaving a trail of hickeys behind, marking me. “I’m not done with you.”
True to his words, he spends the next five minutes fucking my boneless body, chasing his own pleasure, and I’m in heaven.
He bends me in half, chokes me, pulls my hair, bites me, rakes his nails on my skin.
I’ve never felt so thoroughly used and abused, and I mean that in the best way possible.
I’m an instrument, and he knows how to play me perfectly.
My cock is half hard, recently spent, but I don’t care.
I don’t need to come again to enjoy the ride.
James turns almost feral, and when he finally comes, he bites the tender spot between my neck and shoulder and groans. I know he put on a condom, and it’s for the best, but I regret that he’s not coming inside me.
He stays on top of me for a while, breathing hard, his forehead on mine. When at last, he has caught his breath, he kisses me for a long time.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, hand on my cheek.
I nod. I feel raw and fragile still, but he hasn’t dropped my glass heart so far.
As if reading my mind, he adds, “Let’s cuddle for a moment. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”
I nod again and hide my face in his neck.
We stay like this by the fireplace for an hour, kissing and laughing, and I wish I could stop time.
When morning comes, I awake in bed with James spooning me. I vaguely remember him guiding me back to our room last night. I was so out of it after he fucked my brains out.
It really happened, I realise. We really had sex.
And then we cuddled all night, and his aftercare was the best. My heart gives a painful squeeze. This is dangerous. I could get used to this. If he’s like this with all his partners, he must break hearts all over the country.
I know I'm just a hookup. Though to me, it already feels like so much more. It was undeniably the best sex of my entire life. How does someone move on from that?
I sigh and extricate myself from his embrace without waking him.
Cuddling in the light of day makes it worse, and we needn’t pretend this is more than it is.
I grab my bag quietly and make my way to the showers.
It’s noon, and all the stalls are empty.
I clean myself thoroughly, albeit regretfully, letting go of James’ scent on my skin.
My ass is sore, and I dare slide in a finger. Memories of last night when he fucked me floods my mind and I can’t help but to jerk myself off quietly, my release disappearing down the drain. How will I manage to keep my hands off him today? I sigh again.
Once I’m clean and fully awake, I feel brave enough to face the day. We have a monster in the basement, and my love life should be the least of my worries.
When I make it back to our room, James is sitting in bed, naked and his hair an adorable mess. I fight the urge to curl on his lap.
“Good morning,” I say brightly.
“Morn’. Where have you been?”
I drop my bag by the chair. “Shower. I’m going downstairs to tell the others what we learned and get coffee. Do you want to come?”
My face warms up when I realise what I just said. Do you want to come? Thankfully, James is too sleepy to notice it.
He frowns, watching me intently, and I almost squirm. “Yeah. I’ll take a quick shower too and join you downstairs. Wait for me before dropping the bad news on them.”
Had he said yes just now, that he wanted to come again, I’d have dropped to my knees without hesitation.
“Alright."
I walk to the door, but before I can reach for it, I hear footsteps and I’m whirled around. My back hits the door as James kisses me. I moan, desire and need clawing through my body like an insatiable beast.
Then he lets me go and says with a wicked smile, “See you in a bit.” He opens the door and pushes me out of the room.
I find myself standing in the middle of the hallway with an erection and a heart threatening to explode.
As expected, Lana and Shirley don’t take the news well.
“So let me get this straight. My great-great-great-not-so-great-grand-father is rotting my house from foundations because he’s still an evil bastard even after death?” Lana says.
James nods. “That sums it up.”
“That fucking asshole!” she roars. “I’m going to drag his ghostly ass out of the house and send him to hell where he should have been all along!”
“Great plan,” Shirley says from her seat around the table. “But how do we do that?”
I pace the kitchen. “We could call ExorSquad again? Someone must know what to do.”
James snorts. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
Lana pulls out her phone. “I’ll be the one to give them a call this time.”
She puts it on speaker and we all wait as the dial tone echoes in the kitchen. Nobody answers, so she tries again. By the time someone picks up on the third call, she’s fuming.
“ExorSquad, where all your hauntings go to die. What can I do for you?”
“Mr. Pickett?” she asks.
“Depends who’s asking.”