Linnie pauses, probably trying to hear whatever she can, before she asks, “What’s that banging sound?”
Fuck.“Con-con-construction!” The word barely leaves my lips before my body jerks forward. I adjust my grip so I’m white knuckling the wood, and when Victor slaps my ass again it’s all I can do to not scream in Linnie’s ear. “It’s really chaotic right now. I’m ok though, thanks for checking on me. I’ll call you later.” I hang up on my only friend, cutting off her very thoughtful phone call mid sentence as my ghost drills into me fast and hard, the ribbing his piercings create almost a sensory overload, the barbell at the base of the underside of his shaft just right to hit my clit with each ridiculously deep thrust.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Stevie,” Victor grits out. “Such a sweet little dove, taking your ghost’s cock while you were on the phone.” He smacks my ass one more time, and it’s my undoing.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell as my orgasm rips through me, crashing into me so fast I can’t catch my breath. My vision goes white as I keep coming, as my pussy clamps down around Victor’s length so tightly, so damn hard I can literally feel every single inch of him as he struggles to move.
And my orgasm only peaks a second time when my ghost loses his rhythm, his movements jerky as he grunts, “Fuck. Fuck, Stevie, I’m coming. I’m coming and I’m gonna fill your pussy so full you’ll never be able to get me out of your system.” The blunt nails on his fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts one last time. “Goddamn, baby dove.”
I look back at him as I go up on shaky knees. “Was that necessary?”
“Oh, fuck yes it was.” Victor leans forward, holding my hips so I don’t collapse as he kisses me. “It was crucial even, maybe vital.”
“Somehow I think you would have survived if you had to stop long enough for me to talk on the phone.”
“Doubtful.”
With a small laugh, I roll my eyes then flop forward onto the bed, flipping over after Victor removes himself from my body. “I think you’ve had far worse than ten minutes without sex.” I nod to his bicep as he plants his hands on his hips, momentarily distracted by how incredibly beautiful this man is.
The curly, sun-kissed hair, the piercing—and unsettling—gray and indigo eyes that sometimes look lavender. Every defined line and chiseled feature; the jaw, the cheekbones, the muscles that cover every inch, and his sexy bubble butt. Everything about Victor is sexy, right down to the dark happy trail that leads to the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, and it’s really not surprising that I fell for him, especially after what he told me last night.
And despite the fact that he’s a serial killer.
“Baby dove?”
“Hmm?” My eyes move back up his body slowly before they land on that smirk that I’m beginning to crave on a daily basis. “What did you say?”
My ghost chuckles and shakes his head. “I just told you who shot me, name and everything, but you were so busy ogling me in all my naked glory you didn’t hear one word.”
“I told you that your thing was a distraction.”
“Are you trying to offend him by calling him that? I thought you’d be more comfortable with using the proper terminology after the last few weeks. Last night being the real turning point.”
I watch my ghost climb off the bed and start gathering his clothes, and while he manages to make putting clothes on somehow just as enticing as when he takes them off, I can’t help the disappointment I feel over the fact that he's leaving. I don’t say it, though.
Neither of us enjoy this part very much, at least I’d like to think so, and it’s even harder when we have no way of communicating once he’s gone, or knowing for sure when he’ll be back.
“Tonight,” Victor says as he buckles his belt, smirking when I give him a surprised look. “I’m shit at reading people outside of a few, more obvious emotions, but I’ve gotten pretty familiar with that look on your face, little dove. I’ll be back tonight because we have an entire week to make up for.” Then he holds out his hand for his t-shirt I’m wearing and gifts me with a gorgeous smile as he sniffs it before pulling it on. “Three times in less than forty-eight hours isn’t nearly enough to sate me.”
Biting my lip to keep my smile from looking as crazy as it feels, I go to crawl under the blankets. “Beau could be back by then.”
Victor shrugs as he walks over the lounger and collects his hoodie and jacket, as well as his socks and boots. “Wouldn’t be the first time I defiled you with your old man sleeping under the same roof.”
He has a point.
A good point, actually, because my father has been here a few times when my ghost came to see me, but after last night and this morning, I’m not so sure it’ll be as easy to hide his presence.
Something inside me changed last night.
My sexual experiences before Victor was limited and pretty much boring, totally because they had to be, but what we did in the bathroom? What we did just now? Those are experiences I want to have as often as possible.
He wasn’t wrong when he referred to cutting him during sex a new kink, myonlykink, because the level of control it gave me along with the overwhelming sense of being safe and cared for, being trusted completely, that was just as addictive as the form of borderline exhibitionism he’s created for us multiple times now. Not to mention Victor is this extremely seductive combination of rough and gentle when we sleep together, almost hyper focused on my body and what I need, while still taking what he wants exactly how he wants it.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to continue hiding my ghost from Beau, and it has everything to do with the way we have sex.
Hell, I’m already starting to panic a little over waking up the patches downstairs. My headboard hitting the wall wasn’t exactly quiet, and neither was I, to be honest. Unfortunately, meeting here in secret is really the only way to spend time with Victor and I don’t want that to stop at all.
“I’ll be back tonight, baby dove.” My ghost hands me his hoodie, nodding for me to put it on before he sits on the edge of my bed. “And I promise to be quiet as a mouse.”
