16. Chapter 16
Cassie only pushed me away when I offered to help him clean up in a portaloo, but soon after he was snuggled into my side again and I led us through the throng of squealing tourists.
He hates the wailing horror actors. It's adorable how skittish he is and at least this time he's laughing when an actor dressed as Abigail pops out around a corner.
Everyone seems satisfied with their Halloween fix and after sending out the text signal, everyone meets us at the car.
Cassie drives us–including his damp crotch–back to the cabin.
I'd bought him a little gift whilst he was occupied, but it could wait another day, because all we seemed focused on was getting in a room and stripping out of our clothes as quickly as possible.
Pushing me inside his room, we've barely gotten our jackets off and t-shirts pulled over our heads, when Cassie pushes me down on the bed. Everyone else has taken themselves outside to get the firepit started, meaning I can have him all to myself.
He doesn't follow me down, instead looming between my legs as he pops open the button on his jeans with one hand and well, the simple action makes my dick swoon. I've been painfully hard since the Ferris wheel and I need him to make me come.
“Come here.” I crook my finger, but Cassie shakes his head.
I slowly tilt my head, the action making him freeze, mouth open and I see a tremble in his perfectly toned arms ripple.
He's a masterpiece; a dark inked work of art. The Inkedreaper is the perfect alter ego name for him, because he could be here to take my soul and I’d lay down, arms spread, ready for him.
Leaning back on my elbows, he lowers his zipper and maybe he did claim my soul, because he drops both his trousers and underwear in one fluid motion.
The soft glow from the string lights cast shadows in each groove of his gorgeous body, his thick thighs flex and already his dick is back to saluting me.
“Baby, you're weeping for me. Come here.” I growl the last part, but my devious archangel just smirks.
Moving closer to the bed, he drops to one knee and then the other, stealing my breath as he slaps his hands onto my hips and wrestles the rest of my clothes off.
I lift for him to take off my underwear and then suddenly I'm naked too, not able to even blink before his hot, wet mouth wraps around my dick.
I choke, sitting up, but Cassie snakes his hand onto my chest and presses me back down.
He's hesitant for one tiny moment, before he slowly takes me further into his mouth, testing his limits before he gags.
The noise goes straight to my balls and I moan, becoming harder and he takes that as a very good sign to continue.
I feel his cheeks hollow around my cock, before he starts to bob his head up and down, in such a perfect way that will tease the orgasm straight out of me.
When he gets to the tip, his tongue swirls around my head, before he does it all over again.
“Cassie, you're so fucking perfect. This feels so good–fuck!” I shout, not caring who hears because right now it feels like this room is our own personal snowglobe.
“Your mouth around my dick is euphoric, Love.” My head hits the bedding behind me, stars already blinking into my eyes as I feel my orgasm building.
My balls are so full for him, and the moment his hand grabs me by the base and starts to tug in the same pull as his mouth, I'm done for.
A gentleman would pull himself out, in case he doesn't want his first mouthful of cum, but the possessive, wild man inside me wants to fill him up to the brim.
Grabbing a handful of curls, I start to fuck up into his mouth, our eyes clashing and his are full of tears.
“I'm going to come down your throat and you're going to swallow every drop.
Waste any and I'll feed it back to you with my fingers.”
Moaning loudly around me, my entire body tightens at the noise.
I come so hard. The more his mouth and tongue work my dick, the more I keep feeding him.
Gasping, moaning, I wither underneath his touch and my hand scrambled to take his where it still rests on my chest. He licks me clean and I roll my head to the side to watch as he laps at my tip.
“You've sucked dick before.” I breathe out, my body too limp to move. “You were perfect.”
Cassie laughs, lowering his head to plant a kiss on my pelvis. “No. No actually, that was my first time.”
My heart swells, even though I knew in the first place I’m the only man he's ever been with, masked or not, it's so satisfying to hear him say it out loud.
His body hits the bed beside me and I spring into action.
Dragging my heavy limbs over him, I spread my thighs on either side of his chest, smiling upside down at my old friend–his dick.
I drop down onto it, taking him to the back of my throat until tears spill out of the corners of my eyes, my throat burns at his width and I'm moaning in happiness at his perfect taste.
“Fuck Miley, you take me so good.”
At his praise I double my efforts and run my tongue on the underside of his cock, circling his tip with the flat of it, before sucking hard.
“Sweet Baby Christ.” He cries out, raising his head to take my half hard dick into his mouth once again. His palms rest on my spread thighs, lapping at my length, then my balls, making them drip with his spit.
Moving my head up and down, I hollow my cheeks and take him even deeper, pushing past my gag reflex.
I can feel him getting harder and I do what I know he likes from the time in his bedroom; slowly slipping his cock out of my mouth to circle the head with my tongue.
I stick it into his slit and then take him back down fast, repeating the motion over and over, until I feel his lower muscles seize up.
His balls harden in my palm, before Cass comes down my throat.
He groans and gasps around my dick, my hips snapping in rhythm with his out of control thrusts.
I don't think he even knows he's doing it, but I suck him through it all, swallowing down each salty drop which you could bottle up and feed me for the rest of my life.
Using the flat pad of my tongue I lick him clean, finally popping off with one long last suck of his softening head.
Kneeling up as not to crush him, I turn around, smirking down at the way he looks completely blissed out.
His soft curls are pushed back, falling onto the pillow and his eyelashes droop, like he's about to fall asleep.
The softest smile lifts his expression, and both his palms run up my thighs to softly come down again.
“Miley.” He sighs happily.
I drop slowly down above him, both hands beside his head to plant a gentle kiss against his lips.
“Cassie.” I whisper back, laughing a little and he returns it, the rumble in his chest vibrating as we kiss for longer this time.
We can both taste each other and it makes my head swim with lust all over again.
Lifting, I say, “Can I borrow some of your sweats? C’mon.” Springing off the bed, I'm pretty sure I just sucked his life essence because he stays still, like a puddle on the bed. “C’mon.” I tap the side of his ass, laughing.
“How do you have any energy left?” He tilts his head, cheeks still flushed but his eyes look more awake.
Digging through his luggage bag that's been left on the armchair, I pull out two pairs of sweats, throwing one at him. “Put them on, I have an idea.”
Groaning, he does as I ask and after we've kissed more, which somehow makes my dick interested again because I'm an utter slut for this man, I drag us out of his room and we enter the quiet cabin.
I can hear laughter and soft music out back, so the guys all must still be around the fire. Coming out onto the back deck, a flickering glow licks up into the air and everyone is engaged in deep conversations, with beers and Harris even has an acoustic guitar that he casually plucks.
I swear they make men different in Scotland, because each one of them is so dimensional.
Cassie is an insanely clever vet student, with the voice of an angel, rugby thighs that I want to sink my teeth into and he's so openly affectionate.
It's disgustingly adorable. Harris’s dream is to work on a farm, but his photography skills are eerily beautiful with another world quality, he plays instruments fluently according to Cass and he's so secure in his masculinity he gives his friends all the physical contact they clearly need.
Em, whilst more of a mystery to me, is a passionate artist, cosmopolitan in looks but is part of the rural farm dream.
He doesn't seem as solid as the other two, for reasons I'm still trying to figure out, like right now how he's dragged his legs over Harris’s thighs, tucked under the guitar, but is staring off into the forest.
Cassie starts to walk away from the deck but I grab him by the hand, turning him and instead moving us towards the hot tub.
“There is no way we're not using this before we leave tomorrow.” I tell him, pulling at the string to untie the cover that's been placed over it. The heat rises to brush my cheeks and I sigh, loving the smell of chlorine and warm water when it hits a cold night.
“Shit, I didn't bring my shorts. I don't have underwear on.” He sighs, shoulders drooping.
Smirking, I turn to him, dropping the borrowed sweats in one fluid motion and kicking out of them. “Oops, I'm not wearing any either.”
Laughing at his stunned expression, I cup my dick and climb into the hot tub, pushing to the furthest side and beckon him in.
Cass only takes one moment to regain his brain function, before dropping his own trousers and climbing in too.
I open my arms for him to fit his body against me, and thanks to my slight height advantage, he fits perfectly tucked underneath my chin.
It's the first time I'm noticing that his back is covered in elaborate tattoos too; an owl with extended wings from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, a huge moon and forest underneath.
He's fucking breathtaking, and unexpectedly I want to tell him everything.
I want to tell him I am Yourghostboy. I'm his masked stranger who wants to make him mine, just as much as the real Miles wants to. I lose the ability to breathe for a moment and my heart lurches, because what if he found out and was so angry he wanted nothing to do with me ever again?
Pulling his back closer to my chest, he hits the button for the bubbles and we both relax, soaking in the perfect moment. I can't risk losing him, but what if I've already lit the ticking bomb in the form of a ghostface mask.
After what feels like hours, we all head inside to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, in the attic which has been made into a theatre room for guests.
It pretty much is just one huge curved sofa, with a deep width that makes it one huge bed.
Micah weirdly excuses himself to bed early and so does Faye, with her boyfriend Mason.
Cass and I run inside clutching our sweats to our naked bodies, laughing, then quickly shower and get changed separately. When I’m done, I catch the end of his conversation with Harris. They’re in the kitchen pouring popcorn into a bowl and getting drinks.
“You're happy, yeah? The way you look at him Cass…I've never seen you like this with anyone.” Harris rubs his back, and even from my hiding spot around the corner, I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I feel like I can breathe, finally. Being with Miles makes me feel like…my true self. No fumbling, no hiding. It's so natural with him.”
Something hurt in my chest, because even despite how happy his words make me, we were both hiding a part of ourselves.