Chapter 10
GHOST
There are so many things I don’t want to tell her. I don’t want to tell her that Daisy touched herself in front of me, that I told her to, and I sure as fuck don’t want to explain how I cut her or about the knife play at all.
I’m not going to tell her about that.
And yeah, she put her mouth on me, but only because I had to give her something not to be suspicious about what was going on.
I wish Xanthe would trust me and take my word that she has nothing to worry about. And I wish like hell I wasn’t worried that the more shit she finds out about me, the more she’s going to want to run.
“There’s no one else for me, Xanthe. When are you going to give me that sunshine back?
I’ve missed you,” I say, cutting off her reply with a kiss.
She freezes for a moment, but then melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss.
I just told her something not even my club brothers know.
I never speak about Charlotte. They know about my father, and that he’s in prison for drugs, but that’s about it.
She moans against my mouth and gently grinds down on top of my hard cock, and fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. There’s a sick part of me that enjoys the fact I can rewatch this, us, later on my phone and can relive this moment.
The thought makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.
“Ghost, touch me, please,” she begs, and right now there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her.
“Undress for me,” I demand in a low tone.
She quickly stands, removing her blouse and pants, leaving her in a black bra and panties.
“All of it.”
Her bra comes off first, and my mouth waters at the sight of her perky tits and brown nipples. When she lowers her panties, showing off her perfectly trimmed pussy, I know I’m a goner.
“You are fucking beautiful,” I say reverently, trying to get myself under control.
But fuck, I’m just a man, and she’s everything I never even considered letting myself want.
“Come here,” I rasp, and she straddles me once more. “Fuck, little one. Look at you. Every man’s dream.”
My hands grip onto her hips, and just touching her like this makes me feel like I’m dirtying her somehow.
I kiss her mouth and neck, then trail down until I latch onto her nipples, paying each one equal attention while she whimpers. “Has anyone sucked on these before?” I ask against her soft skin.
She shakes her head, and a possessive growl escapes my lips.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
“Not going to fuck you now, but I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then my mouth,” I tell her. “You want that? Because I want nothing more than to taste that sweet pussy.”
“Yes, I need that,” she pants.
I love control in the bedroom, and Xanthe has no problem giving it to me. She’s made for me.
While my tongue keeps teasing her tits, my finger slides along her slit, her juices running along my finger, before I start to stroke her clit in a gentle circle at first, testing to find out what she likes.
Soon, she’s grinding against my fingers, which is when I add a little dash of pain, biting down on one of her nipples. It sends her over, and she comes on my hand, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Her body is incredible, but I can’t take my eyes away from her face, her expression, and her pouty lips still slightly open.
Needing a taste of her right fucking now, I lift her, lower myself onto the couch, and wrap her thighs around my neck.
“Ghost!”
Her hands brace against the wall as I swipe my tongue against her wet cunt.
“Mm,” I hum at the first taste of her. She’s sweet, salty, and all fucking mine.
I eat her like I’m starving.
“Fuck, Ghost!”
My fingers grip the globes of her ass cheeks, spreading her just how I want her. I’m carrying most of her weight in my hands so she doesn’t fall off me.
“I’m going to come,” she warns me, but I don’t stop my tongue and gently slide my finger inside her.
It doesn’t take long for her to come again, and then her body relaxes, all her energy spent. Slowly lifting her off, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look at her pretty brown eyes.
“Wow,” she breathes out, and we both share a grin.
Before I can stop her, she lowers herself onto her knees and reaches for my belt. I grip her hand, stopping her. “Please, let me. I want to know how you taste too.”
I let go of her hand and watch as she undoes my belt buckle. I lift my hips to help her slide my jeans down, and she can see that I’ve gone commando underneath.
Her breath hitches as she strokes me. “That’s not going to fit.”
“It will fit,” I vow, holding my breath as she lowers her face and licks the head.
She glances up at me, and I run my hand up her nape and gently grip the back of her skull. “Suck on me, take as much of me as you can,” I guide, and she quickly follows my instructions. “Yes, sunshine. Just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
My praise gives her a little more confidence, and she starts to suck me up and down, her cheeks hollowed. Her hand wraps around the base as she continues to take me into her mouth, and then suddenly into the back of her throat.
“Fuck, that hot little mouth is so perfect. Do you know how beautiful you look naked on your knees? Taking your first and only cock into your mouth? I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”
She digs her nails into my thighs, and my head falls back onto the pillows. “I’m going to come, Xanthe. Are you going to swallow every drop for me?”
She nods around my length. “Fuck,” I grit out as I paint the back of her throat with my seed. She swallows all of me, then presses a soft kiss to my tip.
“How was that?” I ask her, cupping her face as I catch my breath.
“It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.” She grins, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my waist. “I kind of liked it.”
Fuck.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” I say, pulling up my jeans and then picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder.
I let her direct me to her room, even though I already know exactly where it is, and pull the sheets down before placing her there. She reaches out for me, and I slide in next to her. She places her head on my shoulder and her thigh over mine.
I’m glad she doesn’t tell me to leave, because I think it would physically hurt me to walk away and leave her here.
I want her in my arms all night.
Fuck, I want her in my arms forever.