Page 40 of Baking With A Ghost

"Yes. But… I wasn't a creep. I… was learning about you and…" He lifts his chin, his tongue pokes out wetting his lips and I adjust myself in my pants. "I was still trying to get to you. I was always around, you just didn't always know."

My mind plays back some of the solo sessions he may have witnessed and my hands find the button of his pants and flick it open with an ease I wasn't aware I possessed.

"Well, you're with me now. You want to watch me in person?"

I've already unzipped him and my fingers dance across the edge of his boxers. His eyes flutter closed with a sigh and I press a kiss to each of his eyelids while sliding my palm over his semi hard cock. Simon surprises me and snatches me by the wrist, halting my movements. His eyes are pure fire and it's my turn to swallow.

"No. I want to do it and I want… " He licks his lips again and I notice his gaze shift to the seat at the bay window. "I want you to fuck me over there, like your dream."

Still grasping my wrist, he pulls me over to the sofa and shoves me down. I raise my hips up so he can rip off my pants, which he does with a ferocity that makes my dick pound. I've never been the object of someone's desire to the extent they want to rip off my clothes, so eager to touch me. The predatory look in his eyes has me groan and surrender as his mouth takes my cock in a messy attempt to deep throat.

Coughing, Simon sits back, renewed determination set on his face, but I stop him before he chokes on me again.

"Don't force it, Si. Just jerk me and come up here."

He strips out of his pants and kneels next to me. His hand returns to my dick with slow tortuous strokes that pull wicked moans from my lips. If he wants me to fuck him like the dream, I'm not the one needing the prep. In fact, if he wants it at all, he needs to stop or I won't be able to for a few more hours.

I let my fingers tease his crack and he stills, my cock in his hand, his lips find mine as he pushes his ass towards my exploring fingers.

"If you want me to do like in the dream, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop touching me and let me take care of you."

He laughs softly. "I'm sorry. I just want to do it all at once and I don't really know what I should do, but I sort of do and…" He pauses for a breath, "I just want to be with you that way. I want us together like that."

"Don't apologize. I got you, okay? But are you sure you want it in the window for the first time?"

He nods with confidence. "Sentimental reasons."

Laughing I pull his mouth to mine. After a long, slow kiss, I squeeze his ass cheek. "If you're sure, then kneel in the window. I'll be right back."

He bounces to the window seat, cock jutting out like a divining rod, and settles with his ass in the air. For a moment, I can only stare. How is this now my life? Tearing off my t-shirt, I drop it on the bedroom floor amongst all the packaging from his clothes and his impromptu fashion show, and grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand.

When I step back into the living room, my jaw hits the floor. Simon already has a finger in his ass.

"Jesus, Si. For someone who doesn't know what they're doing, you're picking it up real fast."

"I wanted to see if I got a reaction." I groan when he removes it and settles back on his heels. "It worked." His smirk makes me laugh and spurs me forward.

"Oh, it worked." With my palm I push his head back down and adjust his hips. "Ass in the air, Simon. You'll know exactly my reaction in a few seconds."

His nails scratch the fabric as he clutches the cushions, obviously preparing to be ravished, but I pause. Dropping three kisses up his spine I stop at his upturned cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you. Relax, please. You're beautiful and so fucking hot like this, I'm just going to show you how much I adore you. And if I do something you don't like, please tell me and I'll stop."

Lifting his head he kisses me. "Thank you. I guess I'm just nervous and I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Simon, you'll never disappoint me. Ever. Especially when it comes to sex." I trail kisses back down his spine and stop with a playful nip on his butt cheek, making him jump. "You good?"

"Couldn't be better."

"Hmm… we'll see about that."

Spreading him open, I tease his hole with my tongue. He wiggles and moans and it takes all my strength to get him to stay still. Taking turns with my mouth and fingers, I work him open bit by bit. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat and his usually creamy white skin is as pink as a mottled sunburn.

"John… I need more." He whines and pushes his hips back, drawing a curse from me as he fucks himself on my fingers.

"You are so hot like this, Si. So fucking hot. It might be cold for a second, but I've got you, baby."

I let a stream of lube trickle down his crack and add more to my fingers, slowly working him open more. Simon is a work of art, he's beautiful on his own, but when he's caught up in passion and letting himself go, he's a masterpiece. His dark lashes spread over his cheeks as his lips part on gasps I create every time I thrust my fingers.

I admire the slope of his back, offering me his perfect globes, and the flex of his muscles as he pushes back on my fingers periodically. I could take a picture, but it wouldn't catch the essence of Simon.

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