Chapter 18 #3
I let out another moan and dug my fingers into the top of his hand where it still squeezed my hip.
My head fell back for a moment as the fire built between my legs to a near bursting point.
But I didn’t want it to end yet. I didn’t want this to be over.
I let my hand roam lower, testing other areas along my spread pussy.
At the same time, I leveled my face to meet his fevered one.
With eyes locked, I leaned my head forward to gather as much saliva as I could before slowly spitting it into his palm.
The clear fluid slid off the tip of my tongue and pooled in his hand.
As soon as my spit swam in his grasp, he used it to grab his twitching cock.
He gripped the shaft before gliding up to twist the head and smooth it back down the length.
His fingers dug harder into my hip, and I let that hold draw me closer so that we were nose to nose.
The new position made it harder to fully watch what the other did.
Our arms and hands bumped as we worked ourselves into a breathless, rosy-cheeked frenzy.
“Xander,” I gasped as the need became too much. I swiped my finger back up to glide across my clit to the same tempo that he pumped his cock.
“Goddamn,” he growled between clenched teeth while stroking himself. He angled his head as though to kiss me but stopped short. He stared at my hand hidden beneath my shorts. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Are you feeling good?”
“Yes,” I moaned, brushing my cheek over his chin as I gasped into the air. “Something’s—I’m—”
“Do it,” he ordered and dug his fingers in until he practically gripped the meat of my hip in a bruising fist. “Cum for me. Cum with me.”
A pleasured groan spilled from my lips as I dropped my head forward at the same time he did.
Our foreheads pressed together, and I watched him fist his cock rapidly.
The sight, along with the attention I showered my pussy in, had my entire body suddenly trembling.
Fireworks burst around my finger and rippled through my entire body.
I moaned against Xander’s lips just as ribbons of white cum erupted from the slit in his cock, raining down his hand and onto my shorts where my hand slowed.
His chin tilted ever so slightly while he grunted in his release.
The motion made our lips dance dizzyingly close.
Awareness made mine tingle, yet that buzz of an almost caress was all I got before I withdrew my hand and slumped forward to rest my face on his bare chest. My heart raced, and I worked to catch my breath.
The rapid beating of his heart was like a beautiful beat for my soul, and as his evened out, so did mine.
My hand still clung to his over my hip, but his grip had loosened so that now his thumb rubbed in a gentle, soothing back and forth pattern.
I waited for the nightmare to tangle with the bliss of this moment.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of the self-hatred and panic that I assumed would follow any sexual pleasure I indulged in.
Yet none of that could get past him—his scent filling my nose, his heartbeat beneath my forehead, his hand holding me steady, his very presence keeping the real demons back.
Upon realizing this, I took a slow, deep breath to keep my many emotions at bay. Without thinking, I pressed a light kiss to his chest over his heart. He rested his cheek on the top of my head, and though I couldn’t be sure, it felt like he placed a light kiss there, too.
“Thank you,” I whispered around the lump in my throat.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
Eventually, we moved to the bathroom to clean off his cum, which covered both of us. I changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, and he conjured some new boxes that were free of his sticky release. We climbed into bed, and with only the dimly lit TV on, we faced each other with small smiles.
“You gonna sleep in those?” Xander teased with a reach toward my glasses.
I snagged his hand to stop him and explained, “I can’t see good in this lighting if I take them off.”
I wasn’t sure if he heard the implied meaning in my words. Even I didn’t realize what I’d just admitted until the words were already out.
I couldn’t see him well in the nearly dark room without the glasses.
He didn’t let go of my hand, and instead, he let our joined fingers fall to the mattress between us.
I rubbed my thumb along his, and he returned the gesture until we somehow found our thumbs fighting for dominance in a half-assed thumb war.
The mindless struggle gave my head space to wander back to earlier.
The places these very hands had touched.
The words we’d shared, some of which pricked my curiosity now.
“So why have you never collected ghosts before?” I asked him. “In your … how old are you again?”
“It’s rude to ask a demon their age, Ghost.”
I laughed. “Okay, fine. In your long life, why have you never collected any?”
He pursed his lips while watching the dance our thumbs indulged in.
After some thought, he answered, “I suppose it’s because I never wanted to be stuck with a soul for that long.
Sure, I could just release them to their final destination, wherever that may be, when I was done using them or tired of them.
But even getting to that point requires an interest, something I’ve never had in any person or soul.
I’ve not wanted to claim anyone for myself, even for a single minute. ”
“Except one,” I teased.
He looked across the pillows at me, a warm smile climbing his face. “Except one.”