Page 152 of Insidious Heart
“Climb over,” my ghost demands as he removes his hand from between my thighs, then he laughs at my scowl. “I want you on my cock, Stevie.” He lifts his fingers to my lips and shoves them in my mouth, watching intently as I lick and suck before he does the same. “Now, baby dove.”
Without hesitation, I climb over the center console and straddle his lap, my gaze raking over the man I love and how beautiful he is as he reclines the seat.
The messy, sun-kissed curls on his head, those gorgeous eyes twinkling with mischief, the ring in his perfect nose, and his full lips a little swollen from our kisses and turned up in a devious grin. My stare moves over his body, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and when I get past his pecs and abs to see his beautiful erection resting against his belly, the head leaking precum against his tan skin, my mouth starts to water.
I love seeing all the shiny metal in his cock; the apadravya in the head, the Jacob’s ladder underneath, the pubic piercing on the top. I love this man and his pierced dick, and I love it even more knowing exactly how it’s going to feel sliding inside me.
“Stevie,” Victor growls as he fists his shaft at the base. “You know what it does to me when you look at me like that.”
“Mmhmm.” With my own devious grin, I look him in the eyes as I hover over his cock then reach out and take his nipple rings between my thumb and forefinger. “I do. I know exactly what I do to you, Gizmo.”
Victor hisses, arching his back as I give the little hoops a twist and when I let go to flick them, my ghost slides my panties out of the way and thrusts his hips up, driving his erection deep into my body so hard I almost hit the ceiling of the cab.
“Fuck,” he groans as I bear down, twisting his nipple rings again before planting my hands on his chest. “Fuck me, baby dove. Your pussy feels like heaven and I need you to fuck me.”
I nod as I start to ride his cock, moving up and down quickly over his length and biting my lip each time I feel his piercings hit in all the right places. Victor grips my thighs tightly, his blunt nails digging into my flesh, my ghost grunting and cursing every time I swivel my hips.
My orgasm is already there, right on the edge of a razor thin wire, but I don’t want this to end. It feels too good—Victor feels too good and being connected to him in this way is something I crave as much as the rest of him.
“I love you,” I gasp as he starts pumping his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. My fingers curl against his chest, trying to find purchase as my pussy spasms around his cock, as my ghost brings us closer to tipping over that edge, and when I break the skin on his pecs, we both moan.
“Baby,” Victor grunts. “Do it.”
My back arches as his hand drops between us, his thumb now moving over my clit in circles that match the rhythm of our hips. “Tor…”
He pinches it to get my attention, my eyes snapping to his as I jerk forward. “Do. It.” Victor growls, his hips now slamming up into my core. “Do. It. Now.”
And with a subtle nod, I lean down and kiss him hard before I lift my hands from his chest.
My ghost watches with rapt attention as I grind against him, his eyes focused on the way his cock moves in and out of my body for a beat before they move to my hands. And when I finger the newest charm on my bracelet, sliding the tiny razor blade from its hiding place inside a tombstone, I grip it tightly and bring it to his flesh.
“Fuck me,” he groans as I cut a line in his skin, tracing over the heart I put there a year ago. “Goddamnit, Stevie. Fuck.”
I keep going, closing the heart and moving faster, riding his cock harder while my pussy clenches and squeezes him, carving our initials again before watching Victor tip his head back in bliss.
“I love you,” I whisper as I reach out and smear his blood over the cuts, bringing my finger to his lips and relishing in the way Victor sucks it into his mouth.
His thumb circles my clit faster as he moves his hand from my thigh to his chest, pressing his index finger to his flesh and gathering his blood. Victor coats the tip and his thumb then brings both to my mouth, painting my lips before shoving his finger inside, growling when my tongue darts out to meet him.
And as my orgasm slams into me, shooting up through my core out to every inch of my body, my ghost buries his hand in my hair and sits up before crushing his mouth to mine in a positively brutal kiss while he moans and grunts out his own release.
“I love you.” Victor sighs as I press my forehead to his. “I fucking love you, Stevie.”
With a smile, I kiss him sweetly then all but collapse on his lap. And that apparently makes my ghost chuckle.
“You want me to drive?”
I nod against him with a giggle. “My legs are jelly.”
“Good.” He slaps my ass and kisses the top of my head. “If they weren’t, I’d have to fuck you until they were, and I don’t think we have time for that.”
Which is why my extremely sweet boyfriend helps me clean myself up and get situated in the passenger’s seat before tucking his dick into his pants and hopping out of the truck to go around to the driver’s side to take us home.
“Am I good?” I ask as we pull through the gate at Little John’s. “No blood anywhere?”
“You’re perfect, baby dove.”
My face heats at the way his words move me, over the warmth in his indigo eyes, and my nose starts to sting a little when Victor gives me a lopsided smile before pulling on his hoodie. “Thanks.”
