Ghost Walk

Part 6

Fuck. Maybe it's possible to die from sex after all. Nice, sexy guy who's also into sexy talk? God, I want to keep him."Want me to ask nicely for your dick?"

His lips touch my cock and get shiny with precum, and I swear to god if he didn't have his fingers in my ass right now I'd dive for those lips and lick my taste off him. "Yeah," he says, whisper-soft. He kisses and licks the underside and I buck up against him once more.

"Please," I say, my eyes locked to his, dirty words that have thus far only existed in my fantasies spilling past my lips unembellished. "Please give it to me. I want to feel your big cock stretching me out so bad it's killing me. Want to come with you inside me."

This seems to do it. Breath hitching, Kai withdraws his fingers and grips my thigh with one hand to spread me further apart, his other hand guiding the head of his cock inside me. My breath leaves me in a whoosh. He's so big, and even through the condom his cock is impossibly hot as it breaches me.

"Doing all right?" he asks. I want to tell him to keep going, don't fucking stop, but all I can do is draw in another lungful of air and nod silently. Sensation spreads through me, lighting my skin on fire, and it's like I'm floating on the edge of something, just about to tip over to the other side.

Kai groans, the silky skin of his balls brushing against my ass. "All the way in you," he says. I love how his voice shakes, like he's right there on the edge with me. It gives me the push I need to rock back against him. That makes him groan again. "Blaze. Need to move."

I nod, but that doesn't seem to work. He's still waiting for something, so I swallow and open my mouth to speak. "Please," I repeat, and love how his face crumples, goes slack with arousal as he pulls back slowly and eases into me again. "Oh fuck. Fuck." Each millimeter of friction sends sparks all the way to my fingertips, to my toes.

"Feel good?" Kai asks, voice strained. He shifts, angling his hips, and makes another slow, tentative thrust that brushes my prostate on the downstroke. I squeeze my eyes shut, pleasure blooming bright and technicolor behind my eyelids. He pegs my prostate again and again, and I feel myself unraveling into a mess underneath him.

"Pleasepleaseplease," I chant, wrapping my legs around him to draw him closer. Maybe it's the sexual tension or the adrenaline from my ghostly encounter, or maybe it's the rim job, but something about Kai fucking me feels better than it has with anyone else, feels amazing in a way that makes my mind shut off completely, so all that's left is burning heat and pleasure. It feels like I'm being filled to bursting point, and I love it.

"Gonna come with me inside you?" asks Kai. When I only make a choked sound, he leans down and captures my mouth in a hot, wet kiss, one hand curled around the back of my neck. His other hand works between us, closing around my sensitive cock. He begins to stroke as his thrusts become more erratic, each movement making the bed frame shake. I cry out, my orgasm taking me by surprise. My cock spurts jet after jet of hot cum between us.

Kai's kiss muffles my moan as my body relaxes, still tingling all over with pleasure. He devours me, licking into my mouth and sucking on my tongue until we're both breathless and panting. "Want my cum?" he asks between kisses.

I nod and throw my arms around him, urging him on. He continues fucking me, rocking into my body so deep it knocks the breath out of me, the slap of his balls against my ass sounding obscenely in the air. It's not long before he groans, cum-slicked fingers digging into my hip. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm coming." He shudders as he pulses inside me, lips ghosting over the skin of my neck, breathing me in like he'd suffocate otherwise.

It's another minute before he pulls out of me and strips off the condom. He settles back onto me, his body warm and heavy on mine. The kiss he places on my shoulder is so oddly intimate it makes something in my chest ache. "You were fucking hot for me, Blaze."

The slight curve of his smile triggers a memory of earlier and I giggle thinking about his lame "Hotness" comment. Our eyes meet, and his chest rumbles with laughter too.

"I can't believe we're being such dorks right now," I say, still giggling, looking down between us at our naked bodies. "We've got cum smeared all over."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, eyes twinkling with mirth. "We can do something about that cum if you want. Maybe not right away. Don't think I can move."

"Nngh, me either. You really did kill me."

"You're welcome."

About twenty minutes later, Kai shifts away from me and leaves the bed. The sound of water running comes from the en suite bathroom before he returns with a wet washcloth in hand.

"You can use the shower if you want."

I eye the distance from the bed to the open bathroom door. "Maybe later." ... Unless this is Kai's subtle way of telling me I need to leave? "Do you need me to go?"

"Hm?" He's sliding back onto the bed beside me and pressing the warm terry cloth to my chest. It leaves a cool wet path down my front. He gets to my soft cock and the pressure gentles a fraction. "Lift your legs a bit?"

"I can do it," I offer half-heartedly. The drag of the rough washcloth on my skin is comforting. If I were a cat I'd be purring.

"It's fine, I've got it. And no, I don't want you to leave."

"Good," I mumble, turning onto my side to give him better access to clean me. I bury my face into his pillow. It smells like him and a little like me. "Too fucked out to move."

"Go to sleep," he suggests. So I do.