The Curse of Redwood (Ivy Grove #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,23
like I’d known him all my life.
As he unzipped my pants, his body flickered a little. Was it a sign of his excitement? God, I hoped so. I liked the thought of him wanting me as much as I wanted him.
The fog of lust was momentarily broken through when he took off my jeans and my bare ass touched the cold table. “Jesus!”
Z grinned, sliding his hands to my hips. My cold ass was forgotten as he bent to nibble the bottom of my stomach. He kissed a trail from my bellybutton to the area right above my aching cock. And then he slipped it into his mouth.
I gasped and tangled my fingers in his silky hair, staring down at him as he took me all the way to the back of his throat. The inside of his mouth was a bit on the cool side, but warming as the seconds ticked by. I hardened even further as he sucked and stroked. Since he didn’t need to breathe, he was able to keep going without stopping for air. And his gag reflex was nonexistent.
“Shit.” I gripped his hair tighter.
His blue eyes held my gaze as he glided his lips down my shaft and back up again.
There I was in a haunted mansion, surrounded by dozens of ghosts where horrible things had happened… and all I could think about was sex. But Z had that effect on me. He was both feminine and masculine, soft yet rough, and there was a tenderness beneath his sometimes harsh expression.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
I’d been so absorbed in the sensation of receiving the best head of my life that I hadn’t noticed him removing his pants and stroking himself. Once I realized it, I groaned. Him touching himself was so damn hot.
“Come up here,” I rasped, crooking a finger at him.
My dick left his mouth with a wet pop, and he kissed up my stomach, giving me delightful little chills. I sat up on the table and put my arms around his neck, needing him closer. Once our lips touched, he took my cock in his hand, giving it a slow stroke. His hard erection poked my abdomen.
“Jerk us both,” I said against his lips before diving in for another kiss.
He smiled before doing as I said, taking both our cocks in his hand. Normally, I would’ve had a guy on his back and riding him into oblivion by that point, but I didn’t bring any lube, and I suspected he didn’t have anything to use either.
Penetrative sex wasn’t always needed, though. What we were doing was just as great.
Frotting for the win.
“Faster,” I urged him, leaning my head back as pressure built inside me.
Z grazed his teeth along my throat as his hand moved quicker. My stomach muscles tensed and then quivered as he brought me to orgasm, my cum spurting upward and coating his still moving hand. He groaned and rested his forehead to mine, his body briefly flickering. I felt his cock twitching against mine, though I didn’t feel any signs of his release. I glanced down and didn’t see any either.
“Ghosts don’t have spunk?” I asked. I hadn’t realized it when we’d fucked before.
Z laughed. Hard. He tucked himself back into his pants and fastened them before pulling me back into his arms. He brushed the hair from my eyes and gave me a gentle, yet amused, smile. “Did you expect me to?”
“Well… yeah.” My face flushed. “I thought you’d have, like, an ectoplasm spunk that maybe glowed a little or something.”
“Radioactive spunk?”
Now I was the one laughing.
“Your giggle is precious,” Z said, cupping my cheek in his hand. His blue eyes looked more alive, less cold. As if my fire had seeped into him, taming his ice just like he’d tamed my flames.
“I don’t giggle. My laugh is manly.”
“If you say so, little dove.” He pressed a kiss to my head.
I’d never been fond of pet names, but hearing the endearment made my stomach flutter. He didn’t strike me as the type of man to use them so easily either. It felt special.
I hopped off the table and pulled my jeans back up. The candlestick I’d placed on the other table still burned. The flame was dimming. With Z with me, though, I didn’t fear the dark. I suspected he was the superior ghost in the mansion. If he was who I thought he was—Ezekiel Warren—then it made sense for the other ghosts to listen to him.