Page 100 of Insidious Heart
“Good morning,ghost,” I nearly moan as he pinches my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb before Victor’s hand begins to travel down my body. “What time is it?”
“Just after five.”
Thank god.
I’m always worried that one of these days when Victor comes to see me and stays, when we fall asleep in my bed after a perfect night together, Beau is going to come barging in here and find us.
It’s happened more than once in the past, my father all but breaking down my door in a drunken rage so he can pull me out of bed and work out his anger. Never since my ghost has been visiting me, but it has happened, and considering the frequency in which he drinks, I wouldn’t be shocked if things went down that way at some point.
Knowing it was after midnight when he went to church helps, though, because there is no way my father is home right now, and I’m sure he won’t come back before Victor sneaks away. He’s most likely passed out and still stinking drunk at the clubhouse, and if I had my car back, he’d probably call me to pick him up later this morning. But since I don’t need to worry about Beau and all his shit, I’m going to enjoy this very pleasant wakeup call thanks to the man who did in fact spoon me all night.
“You made sure my father isn’t home?” I sigh as Victor flattens his hand against my lower belly and pulls me against him tighter, rolling his hips just enough for me to feel the glide of his Jacob’s ladder against my ass.I really love those piercings.
His arm that was most likely folded under his head shifts, sliding under my neck and tilting my head before I feel my ghost’s breath on my cheek. “No sign of him. Or Calvin. Just two patches sleeping downstairs and a few more lingering out front.”
Perfect. “You have to go soon, though, don’t you?”
“I do, little dove.” Victor nips at the shell of my ear then kisses just below it. “Can’t risk getting caught, and I have to meet with a Goliath Birdeater about some paperwork.”
I don’t know what the hellthatmeans but I don’t really care either, not when this wonderful man is kissing my neck and moving his hand closer and closer to where I want it—where I need it most.
“Stevie…” he whispers against my skin. “Open for me, baby.”
My entire body heats up over his words and I do as Victor asks without question. I widen my legs, opening for him as he grips my thigh and brings it back to rest on top of his leg. My ghost’s fingers are on my core before I even relax into this position, tracing each side, barely caressing my clit. His middle finger touches my entrance slowly, almost gently, then Victor dips it inside me, pumping a few times to gather my arousal before dragging it up to my clit and circling with calculated, painstaking swipes.
He alternates between slowly fingering me, curling his finger to hit my g-spot then rubbing the swollen and needy bundle of nerves, and when I moan low in my throat, I feel my ghost pull his hips back just enough to slide his cock between my thighs.
On another gasp, I spread my legs wider and push my head back against his chest. “Victor… oh my gosh,” I hiss as he applies a little pressure to my clit, circling with firmer, faster strokes while he slides his erection along my core. “I’m not going to… not going to last very long if you—oh!”
With one quick thrust, Victor slams into me from behind, that big beautiful cock buried to the root inside my pussy that instantly contracts around it. “Better, little dove?”
I bite my lip and nod, my eyes practically rolling up into my head as he starts pumping his hips while rubbing my clit at the same pace.My god, this is so good.“So good,” I moan. “So fucking good, Tor.”
“Yes,” he growls as he slams into me on a brutal thrust. “So goddamn good, baby, and I fucking like hearing you call me that.”
“Tor…” It was supposed to be a question but it’s really hard to use the proper inflection when my ghost is increasing his speed both inside me and on my clit, bringing me to the edge so much faster than I want because I want to enjoy the sensation of Victor filling me so full for as long as I can. “Tor, oh. Oh! Oh my gosh.” I reach behind me and push my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands tightly, and just when my ghost uses his leg, bending it at the knee and lifting it to open me up even wider for him, my stupid cell phone starts to ring. “Shit,” I groan as my eyes pop open, landing directly on the electronic vibrating across my nightstand.
“Better answer, Stevie.” Victor’s smile is audible as he slows his rhythm but accentuates everything he says with a hard thrust. “Don’t want anyone to get suspicious if you don’t.”
With a scowl that turns into a grunt as he slams into me again, I stretch away from Victor—Tor now, I guess, thanks to my sex induced nickname—and snatch the old as hell iPhone from the tabletop and answer without looking. “Hello?”
“Hey, girl!” Linnie chirps in my ear. “Sorry for calling so early, I’m sure I woke you up, but I just got off a twenty hour shift and wanted to check on you before I went home and passed out.”
“I’m fi-fine!” I squeal as my ghost rolls us, flattening me on my stomach and straddling my legs before shifting his body, instantly bottoming out when he pumps his hips. “I’m fine. I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Are you sure you’re ok? You sound kinda funny.”
With a glare, I look over my shoulder at the man who is now on top of me, smiling in my face as he wraps his arm around me to palm my breast. The man I didn’t mean to fall for and did, even if he is shaking his head, and refusing to stop having sex with me while I’m on the phone. “I sound funny?”
“Yeah. Like, I don’t know, like you’re in the middle of something.”
“I’m… oh god,” I whisper as Victor bites my shoulder. “I’m…”going to come.“No, not, I’m not—god.”
A dark chuckle comes from behind me and before I know it, I’m up on my knees. “How many times do I have to tell you, baby dove,” Victor whisper-grunts as he leans forward and plants my free hand on the headboard. “Notgod.Ghost.”
“See!” Linnie yells. “That! That’s what I’m talking about. You sounded all out of breath and like you couldn’t figure out what you wanted to say, then there was a muffled voice or noise or something.”
“TV,” I moan into the phone before biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut tight, my ghost digging his fingers into my hips before he smacks my ass and fucks me so hard the headboard starts bumping into the wall. “It’s just… the TV…” My pussy spasms with each thrust, my climax building from the pit of my stomach, rolling through my veins like a delicious poison burning me from the inside out.Oh my god, I’m going to come while talking on the phone.
