Page 114 of The Ghost of Ellwood
“Bed. Now.”
“Is that an order?” I asked.
“Yes.” His teeth grazed my throat, making my arms erupt in chills.
“I’ll race you,” I said, cracking a smile.
Instantly, Theo was gone.
“Did you seriously just disappear?” I asked, jumping up from the desk. “That’s cheating!”
His laugh echoed in the hall.
I ran down the corridor, hearing his footsteps but not seeing him. The bottom of the curtain lifted, as if a gust of wind blew past it—or a mischievous ghost. Once on the staircase, I jogged up the steps. I knew I had lost the race, though.
When I entered the room, Theo lay on the bed, one hand tucked behind his head. “About time you showed up, darling.”
I tackled him. His squeal of delight was too adorable as I held his wrists and buried my face in his neck. He was mighty ticklish too, and I took full advantage of having him at my mercy. His body flashed in and out as he laughed and tried to wiggle out from under me.
He was strong enough to throw me off him if he wanted; I’d seen his power. But he didn’t. He just laughed and stared up at me with lovesick eyes.
Even as he leaned up and captured my lips, we both still chuckled here and there. The moment was lighthearted, and as we kissed, I felt myself falling more in love with him. I pulled off his shirt, and he did the same to mine, and then his fingers were slipping under the waistband of my athletic shorts and tugging them down.
I was just as familiar with his body as I was with my own. Maybe even more so. I had memorized every line and freckle. Kissed them too. His moans had played in my head on repeat, and I knew exactly where to kiss him to hear them again.
Theo Michael Blackwell was the love of my life; the other half of my soul.
“Make love to me, Ben,” Theo said on a moan, as I kissed down his smooth chest. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
“Such a gentleman.” His chuckle cut off into a small gasp as I slipped his cock between my lips.
With past lovers, I had enjoyed prepping them for sex, but it was different with Theo. I didn’t just enjoy it; I thrived off it. Every time he gasped or moaned, it was like fuel for me. I could spend an eternity sucking his cock and die a happy man because of it.
I slipped a finger inside him, moving it in circles, my mouth still snug around his tip. He arched his back and twisted his fingers in my hair. When I added a second finger, he slammed back down and lifted his ass, causing his length to go deeper down my throat.
“I need you now,” he whined.
“You sure you don’t want more of this?” I kissed his inner thigh and pushed my fingers in knuckle-deep, searching for his prostate.
I knew I found it when he let loose a string of ungentlemanly curses.
After kissing back up his body, I used the lube from the bedside table to slick my cock and slowly eased into him. Theo slapped a hand on my backside and squeezed my ass cheeks, biting his bottom lip as our eyes met.
He was sensual, sexy, and so goddamn amazing. I couldn’t believe he was mine.
Instead of fucking him hard and fast, I chose to go slower, wanting to savor every second like this with him. He kept a hand on my hip while the other trailed up my spine and rested at my nape. The way his eyes gleamed told me he felt the power of the moment too.
It wasn’t just sex, but something more profound.
Being inside him was my favorite place in the world. I loved the way he panted and how he whimpered when I thrust into him just right. I loved the parting of his lips and the swallow in his throat. The coldness of his skin mingled with the heat of mine, and we moved together like fire and ice.
“Ben,” he moaned, clawing my sides. “Don’t stop, darling.”
I increased my pace, angling my hips so I hit him in that special spot over and over again. My balls tightened, and I gritted my teeth. He kissed me hard, his groans vibrating against my lips. I lowered a hand and jerked his dick as I felt him start to tense.
Theo’s body flickered as his orgasm slammed into him, and then he went completely invisible. But I still felt him under me. Still felt him around my cock.
