Page 26 of All Ghosts Aren’t Dead (The Forgotten #1)

“You can,” I growled, dragging my teeth along the inside of his thigh. “But you won’t.”

He whined and let his head fall back, lips parted and sweat beading along his collarbone.

I pulled one hand off his hip and caught his wrist. “Stop.”

His whole body jerked, and he sobbed, “Daddy . ”

Christ.

The sound tore through me, so wrecked and desperate it felt carved straight from his chest. It hit low and fast, tightening something behind my ribs and snapping down my spine.

My cock throbbed behind the thin fabric of my joggers, hard and aching. I gritted my teeth, but goddamn , there was no relief, just heat and the image of him above me—obedient and undone.

There was nothing more beautiful.

Jaw clenched and breath heavy, I stared up at him, every muscle in my body straining.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “My needy baby.”

He gnawed at his bottom lip, a trembling hand still wrapped around his cock—unmoving.

My good boy.

“Lick it off,” I ordered. “Every bit. I want to see your tongue.”

Blue brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers between his lips, tongue flicking over the taste of himself. “Do you wanna taste, Daddy?”

Fuck yes.

I surged to my feet, grabbed him by the waist, and backed him into the desk so fast, he gasped.

I kissed him—hard and feral. Cradling the back of his skull, I claimed his mouth, biting at his lower lip.

Trembling fingers clutched my bare shoulders, and I felt the drag of his nails across the brand he’d left on me.

Shifting beneath me, Blue tried to widen his stance, but the denim tangled around his ankles held him back. A soft, frustrated noise burst past his lips, nostrils flaring as he tried again. His knees bucked against the resistance, breath catching.

I pulled back just enough to see his face.

“You trying to spread your legs for Daddy, needy baby?”

He bit his lip and nodded, breathless. “Want you inside. Please?—”

I dropped to a crouch without a word and yanked his boots off one by one, tossing them aside without care. The denim followed, rough and fast, peeled from his legs like it offended me.

Because it fucking did.

I stood, and with one sharp sweep of my arm, I shoved everything off the desk. My fingers around his hips, I lifted him onto the edge of the desk.

“Feet flat,” I growled. “Knees wide.”

Blue obeyed instantly, planting his soles against the wood, spreading for me.

My heart damn near stopped.

His hole was already slick, glistening with lube in the low light.

“Did you…” My voice came out rough, uneven. “Did you go torture a man with your hole already wet for me?”

His cheeks burned red. “I—I thought I’d be really needy when I got back. I was right. Are you needy too, Daddy?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My laugh was breathless. “You have no fucking idea.”

I shoved my joggers down in one rough motion, not bothering to step out of them. My cock sprang free—hard, aching, and flushed dark at the tip. I gripped it tight, dragged the head through the slick between his cheeks, and groaned when it caught against his rim.

Blue whimpered. “Daddy?—”

“You went and hurt a man with this sweet little hole already dripping for me?” I snarled, rubbing myself against him. “Fucking soaked before I even touched you.”

He moaned, head tipping back.

“You gonna take me now?” I murmured, breath ragged as I lined myself up. “You gonna let Daddy fill you while you sit there looking like a ruined little angel?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Please. I need ?—”

I thrust inside in one sharp motion, burying myself to the hilt.

Blue cried out, back arching, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the edge of the desk.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I gripped his hips and started moving, every thrust pushing him back against the desk with a dull thud. His nails scratched down my shoulders, mouth falling open around desperate little sounds that only made me drive harder.

He clenched around me like he didn’t want to let me go.

“Mine,” I growled into the curve of his neck. “You hear me? This is mine. ”

“Y—yes, Daddy. Yours?—”

I reached between us, grabbed his jaw, and kissed him—sloppy and deep. Swallowing his moans as I rutted into him, chasing the high that had been burning in my spine since the second he got home.

“Touch yourself,” I muttered against his jaw. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”

Blue whimpered and reached between us with a shaking hand.

“That’s it, Blue baby. Show me how pretty you are when you fall apart.”

He gasped, head falling back, stroking himself fast and messy while his thighs trembled around my hips. Breath hitching once, twice, he shattered.

Bones quaking, he spilled across his stomach and mine, little sounds punching from his mouth as his muscles clenched around me.

“Good boy,” I growled.

My thrusts grew uneven, muscles coiling. I came with a low, ragged groan, buried so deep in him it felt like I might never find my way back out. His body milked me through it, trembling, gasping, and so goddamn perfect .

Arms looped around my neck, his breath was hot on my throat. I held him tight, tucked against my chest, skin to skin.

Blue’s voice was a whisper against my collarbone. “I wish you could stay inside me forever.”

My throat tightened.

I kissed his mouth again. “You’re mine, Blue. You always fucking will be.”