11. Important questions are asked
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Important questions are asked
JAMES
Kissing Ewan is more intoxicating than the richest Scot whisky. He tastes like honey and caramel and liquid sunshine and happy mistakes.
When I woke up this morning, slightly hangover and warm in bed by his side, I was determined to respect his boundaries.
If he didn’t want to risk getting burned, I’d let him put some distance between us.
We’re here to do a job, and we make a good team, why complicate things because I can’t keep it in my pants?
But Ewan is kissing me, and in a matter of seconds, I can’t remember why it was a better idea to keep our hands off each other. Nothing will ever top this. Not when I feel him tremble under me and melt under my touch.
I can’t stop kissing him. We’re on a roof in the dead of night but my fear of heights seems to be entirely forgotten as I feel his body under mine, so large but entirely at my mercy.
I pull away long enough to say, “Fuck, I could eat you whole,” before pulling at the collar of his ExorSquad overall and tasting his skin. I can’t help it, I bite him gently, and his moans turn wilder, my name on his lips.
A drop of freezing rain hits my cheek, pulling me out of my lustful haze long enough to let me think.
I grab his face between my hands. “Ewan, as much as it pains me stop what we’re doing right now, it’s raining. It would be a shame to slip on wet slates now and join the ghosts who haunt this place. Let’s continue this in our room. What do you think?”
Ewan looks wrecked under me, his brown waves tousled and his lips thoroughly kissed. He nods jerkily, and I can’t help it, I slide my hand over his crotch and cup his erection, and he whimpers. “James...”
I kiss him one more time, his tongue hot against mine, then I regretfully pull away and stand up.
I give him a hand and pull him along until we reach the small window on the side of the spire.
I step off the roof first and land in the attic, then wait for him.
As soon as his feet touch the dusty wood floors, I grab him by the throat to pull him into another kiss.
He offers no resistance. Quite the contrary, he surrenders to my touch, and desire surges anew.
“Oh the things I’ll do to you,” I say by his ear.
He mewls deliciously, his forehead touching mine, our breaths mingling.
I grab him by the front of his overalls and pull him after me. “The room. Now.”
We make our way through the hallway, lust urging us on. Lucky for us, our room is on the last floor, too. I’m pretty sure we locked our door before going ghost hunting, but it swings open as we approach, as if the house itself is saying “Finally, you morons.” The light is on already.
The cats are nowhere to be found, as if they all decided to give us privacy for once.
As soon as we’re in, I capture his mouth again.
His knees buckle and he leans against the closed door.
Ewan is an incredible kisser, soft and welcoming, letting me lead this dance.
Kissing is a good way to test compatibility in bed.
Some people are dominant with their tongue, like I am.
I like to nibble and bite and lick and suck.
I love to devour the person who I'm with, and the best partner for this is someone like Ewan, who just lets me take it all with delight.
But I already knew we were compatible since the other night, and it’s all I’ve been thinking about. His little moans in the dark as he sucked my fingers live rent free in my mind.
I caress his throat with my fingertips again as I kiss him and feel him shiver. Then I let my hand travel lower and grab the zipper at the front of his overalls.
“Is this okay?” I ask him, meeting his feverish gaze. “We can just stop at kissing, or I can undress you and do many things to you. Your choice, big guy.”
His eyes are as round as saucers, and for a heartbeat I fear he’s going to have us stop at saliva exchange, but then he nods so fast he might give himself whiplash. “A—Aye... It’s really okay...”
I grin and lick the tip of his nose. “Good boy.” His intake of breath is near feral at my words, and I unzip his overalls with one swift motion. “Take your shirt off. I’ve been daydreaming about getting my mouth on your pecs for days now.”
He gasps again. “You—you have?”
“You have no idea.”
I help him extract his massive arms out of his too-tight overalls, then watch hungrily as he pulls his white t-shirt over his head, revealing his round pecs and perky nipples.
His chest is covered in light hair, barely visible and soft to the touch.
Before he even has time to lower his arms, I've latched onto his right nipple with my teeth.
He chokes on air as I suck and lick it. His large hands come to rest on my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I feast on him.
I only let go once I’m satisfied and both his nipples are pink from abuse.
“Tell me how you want this to go, Ewan,” I say against his neck. “How do you like it?”
He lets out a ragged breath. “I—I don’t know...” he stammers.
“You do know. You know what you like. And I need you to tell me.” I hold his gaze. “Just nudge me in the right direction, and I’ll do the rest, I promise.”
This was the right thing to say, as there is an unmistakable surge of lust in his eyes. As I thought, Ewan loves when I take the lead.
He nods imperceptibly. “You can... do what you want... and...” It looks like admitting what he likes is physically painful. My soft giant is shy with his needs.
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” I place a hand on his chest. His heart is beating wildly under my palm. “I’m going to say stuff, taking a guess, and you nod or shake your head depending of what you want. Alright?”
He swallows thickly. “Alright...”
“You want me to take the lead.”
He nods once.
“You like it when I’m dominant.”
He nods twice, face flushed.
I hum. “Good. I like that you like it.” I lick his lips, and he moans. “I also like when you’re submissive. Is that okay for you?”
“Aye...” he breathes out.
I grin. “Perfect. You don’t like pain, do you?”
He frowns and shake his head. “No... I... bites are fine. But...”
“But not real pain. Got it. I don’t especially enjoy doling pain, so it’s fine by me.”
He lets out a relieved sigh. He’d have let me hurt him if I wanted, because he’s such a people pleaser. That’s why it’s important that we talk beforehand. Ewan is too much of a sweetheart. It’s endearing but worrying.
“I do enjoy seeing you cry, but for the right reasons,” I say. “Your tears are fucking hot.”
He gasps and his grip on my shoulders tighten. He’s ashamed but so turned on. God, I’m going to have so much fun with him.
“Are you okay with throat grabbing or does it scare you?” I ask.
“I... I think I like it.”
“You enjoy bottoming?”
Ewan nods again. “I... prefer it...” he admits.
“Good. I prefer to be on top.”
Again, he lets out a relieved sigh. Adorable.
“We’re making progress,” I say. “I’ll torture you with my questions just a moment longer, then we can start having fun. You like being on your knees.” This is a statement, but I need him to confirm it.
He nods.
“Do you enjoy sucking dick?”
Fast nodding.
“Can I be a little forceful with you? Push you to your limits? I promise I won’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”
He drops his forehead on my shoulder and whispers, “Yes... please...”
Oh my sweet, sweet giant. You don’t know what you've unleashed. “I want to cover you in cum. Is that okay for you?”
He inhales sharply and nods against my neck. “Aye...”
“Then get on your knees, Ewan.”
His large body uncoils and his flush creeps down his throat and chest. I step away from him, just enough to give him space, and notice with delight the massive tent at his front.
He really likes it when I order him around.
His overalls are falling loosely around his hips, revealing the top of his black boxer briefs.
I want to lick the skin around the waistband.
Ewan drops to his knees. He’s so tall, his face reaches my navel and for some reason that’s even more of a turn on.
I step away and pull my ripped t-shirt up.
I bite the fabric to hold it, then trail a hand over my abs for a moment.
I know I have a nice body, I practiced MMA growing up, and I’ve kept the habit of working out a few mornings a week, just to shake off my restless energy.
I’m not as beefy as Ewan, but I’m lean and mean, and he seems to like it, if the shine in his eyes is any indicator.
My overalls are tied around my waist, and I push them down, revealing my erection. Ewan bites his plump lower lip as my cock springs free. I might not be very tall, but I’m well endowed for my size. I take my shirt off quickly, not wanting it to get in the way.
“Enjoying the view?” I tease him. He nods, averting his eyes. I grab him by the chin. “You can look to your heart’s content. In fact, you are also encouraged to touch.”
He smiles shyly then leans forwards. As soon as his lips touch my tip, it takes all my self-control not to hold him by a fistful of hair and bury my cock down his throat.
I’ve been thinking about it since that first time in the library when he knelt at my feet.
But I want to savour his surrender, and I don’t want to rush him.
“That’s it, baby,” I say as Ewan gives his first tentative suck. “You look so good on your knees.”
He shivers at the endearment. He’s definitely a praise slut. Luckily for him, giving praises is something I enjoy greatly, especially to someone as adorable as him.
Ewan opens his jaw wider and finally swallows me. My eyes roll back and I slide my hand in his soft, wavy hair. We’ve been dancing around each other for a few days now, and I’ve been having the worse case of blue balls.
To my great surprise, Ewan keeps going until my cock hits the back of his throat, and he doesn’t gag. My hips thrust of their own volition, chasing pleasure.