Page 34 of Hot Ghoul Summer

Chapter Nine: You Only Live Once

Have you ever woken up with a petrified bratwurst poking you in the middle?

Toby is sleeping peacefully beside me when I open my eyes, his hand locked in a possessive grip on my butt. My naked butt. I’d never gotten up to put on my shorts, and I fell asleep on top of the covers.

Toby is still fully dressed, but at some point, his faded jeans and black hoodie had changed to baggy black pajamas made of loose, thin cotton. They did not cushion my middle from the petrified bratwurst.

Yes. That’s right. Toby is still as hard as stone and as thick as the sausages that fill those seven-inch club rolls during summer cookouts.

Shit, I’m hungry.

And horny.

I can see the outline of Toby as if his pajamas were painted on.

I shouldn’t touch him.

But he let me touch him last night—briefly.

He told me last night was for my pleasure only, making sure I didn’t think he saved me just to “use” me.

I bite my lip as thoughts go racing through my head, inappropriate ones winning.

I know he didn’t use me. Several hours of sleep haven’t made me less freaked out, but I am seeing things more clearly.

Toby never lied to me. Never hurt me.

My body gives a sudden spasm as I remember the pleasure from last night. Definitely didn’t hurt me.

The spasm turns into a steady throb. He’s so innocent and sweet at times—and then he’s an absolute demon in bed. Maybe literally. That tongue...

You know what? He said he wants to date me, to be with me—I’ll show him I’m considering it. If he doesn't like it, I’ll stop.

My fingers tiptoe over his waistband and pull. His thick, uncut cock springs out, and I almost gasp out loud.

It’s a fucking work of art. As a nurse, I’ve learned to disassociate between nudity for function and nudity for romance, but both my scientific and lusty brain appreciate the way Toby is built, the perfect thickness and length, an adult toymaker’s model.

With a noise that’s more “cat in heat” than thinking human, I sink my mouth down on him.

“What!?” Toby sits up fast, eyes wide, dark curls scattered and tousled, making him look extra adorable.

I look up at him with a full mouth and guilty eyes.

“Molly!” he gulps.

I gulp back, humming around the cock in my mouth.

With a groan, Toby falls back, eyes still wide. “What? What are you... doing?” he asks in a soft, strained voice.

“Warming you up,” I say, knowing in my mind that the next move is going to be climbing on top of him and riding that perfect dick until I come.

“I told you that I don’t expect—”

“I can tell you don’t expect anything from me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so surprised,” I gasp when I release him.

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