Page 7 of Ghost

He withdraws his hand and brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a wicked grin. The sight sends another jolt of arousal through me. “Sweet like a fresh ripe plum,” he sighs, the words rumbling from his chest and sending shocks straight to my poor lady bits.

Before I can catch my breath, he's lifting me up again, repositioning me against him more firmly, and locking an arm under my rear. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist as he carries me deeper into the alley, away from prying eyes. He presses me up against the rough brick wall again, his hardness evident against my core.

"I need you, Bunny," he groans, fumbling with his belt buckle.

I help him, our hands tangling as we work to free him from his jeans. Finally, he springs free, hot and hard against my thigh. I lift my hips, eager to feel him inside me.

He lines himself up and pushes forward slowly, stretching and filling me inch by delicious inch. We both moan as he bottoms out, my inner walls clenching around him. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.

"You feel so good, bunny," he breathes against my neck. "So tight and wet for me."

I roll my hips in response, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint and thrusts, setting a steady rhythm. The rough brick scrapes against my back as he drives into me, but the slight pain only heightens my pleasure. His hands grip my thighs, holding me up as he pounds into me. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging in as I meet him thrust for thrust. The sounds of our tussle echo in the alley—skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and grunts of pleasure.

He shifts the angle of his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. I cry out, trembling as the coil of tension winds tighter in my core. He increases his pace, slamming into me with abandon. The brick wall cuts into the skin of my shoulders, but I barely notice as the pleasure threatens to drag me under again. His lips find my neck, sucking and nipping as he drives into me relentlessly.

"That's it, bunny," he growls against my skin. "Take all of me."

I'm lost in sensation—the fullness of him inside me, the heat of his breath on my neck, the delicious friction as he slides in and out. My legs tremble around his waist as I climb higher and higher. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of bliss.

He snakes a hand between us, fingers finding my sensitive bud. I cry out as he strokes me in time with his thrusts; the dualstimulation is overwhelming. My inner walls clench around him as my orgasm builds.

"Come for me, bunny," he commands, voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you."

His words push me over the edge. I shatter, crying out his name as my world shatters. My body convulses around him as he continues to thrust, drawing out the intensity of my climax. He follows me over the edge moments later, burying himself deep inside as he finds his release. He groans against my neck, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself into me. I feel the warmth of him spreading inside, mingling with my own wetness.

We stay locked together for several long moments, both panting heavily as we come down from our shared high. His forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rapid beat of my own.

Slowly, he begins to soften inside me. He gently lowers my legs, keeping one arm around my waist to steady me as my wobbly knees threaten to give out. My body feels boneless, utterly sated, something I don’t think I have ever experienced.

He presses tender kisses along my jaw, my cheeks, my eyelids. The gentleness is a stark contrast to our frenzied coupling moments ago. I sigh contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"You okay, Bunny?" he murmurs, voice husky.

I nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. He chuckles softly, the rumble vibrating through my chest where we are still pressed together. After a moment, his words register in my mind, and my brain seems to kick back into gear.

The minute the lust cloud dissipates, my brain kicks into overdrive.

What just happened? What did I just do? I let this man fill me up and give me my first-ever orgasm from a man (Yes, I understand how embarrassing that is at my age, but there we have it). I did all of this in an alleyway behind a greasy diner. As soon as that realization hits me, I start pushing at his chest.

“I u-uh, I need to get back to work. Fifteen minutes are up,” I say, not lifting my eyes to look at him. Suddenly, I’m not the same confident woman I’ve always had to be. My shield and my face are dropped, and I don't know what that means. Without that protection, I don't know how to act. I’m not really sure who I really am, and that is an unsettling thought. I need to make like a tree and leave.

Devon lets me go without a fight, and I know he can probably sense my oncoming panic. I start to open my mouth but have absolutely nothing to say for once. I have a moment of weakness when my eyes finally lift to his, and I find him smiling softly down at me. The gray at his temples and running through his beard and the few soft lines around his eyes show exactly how well this man has aged, like the finest of wines. I don't know if I can say the same thing; life has been hard on me, and I don't know what I have to offer him. I turn to head inside, but as I reach for the door, he finally speaks, and his words have hope, filling my body with sunshine.

“I’ll be here when you get off. I’ll always be here, my Tizzy girl.”

I smile as the door shuts behind me. I’m about to adjust my apron when my cell phone bounces around in my pocket. Remembering I never called Lyra back, I make a quick pit stopto the powder room, getting a bit of a jump scare as I take in my messy hair and makeup.

“Oh, this won’t do,” I say to the mirror before hitting call, placing the phone to my ear, and starting to fix this hot mess I've made of myself.

“Mom! Oh, thank goodness. What took you so long?” Lyra says frantically as she answers the phone.

“What's going on?”I ask all pretenses up.

“It’s Cara and Connor mama. They’re in trouble. I know you and Ghost have some weird foreplay game going on, but I didn't know what to do. Grease was with me when I got the call. He knows, which means Swift knows. I tried to give you as much of a warning as I could. Mama, I need you to get there. I don't know what's happening, but Cara called, and it wasn't good. I haven’t heard her that scared since we got them out.”

“Shh.. baby Shh… it's going to be alright. I’ll get to them. I'm leaving now. I love you, my sweet baby girl. You stay safe.”

I end the call, turn out the powder room door, and rush toward my locker. I know I should let Devon know. I know I could probably ask for his help, but what if he says no? With all the confusing emotions running through my mind, maybe one more little road trip will help settle things. Maybe with the windows down, some of that wind will blow in some clarity.

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