Page 11 of Like An Animal

THE GHOST

W e managed to keep Massimo and Xavi from finding out about us because I hid in the bathroom while Jeremy dragged them away. I was so sure they were going to burst through the door and realize the only person in the room was me, but that didn’t happen.

Xavi wasn’t happy that Jer wouldn’t give him any of the dirty details and complained profusely once I made my way back out to the party. Jeremy kept me by his side by holding onto my elbow the whole night, as if he thought I was going to run away with some random guy.

Clearly, he’s not risking anything happening like any other party I’ve been to even though he already thoroughly put his claim on my body. I have bruises where he pushed me against the sink and they’re starting to hurt.

I don’t mind it nearly as much as I should.

Not a lick of this makes sense. I’m not attracted to Jeremy, not outside of the very delicious cock between his legs anyway. I’ve always gone for the Tiernan McGowens of the world–guys with big muscles, tattoos and a wonderful sense of humor.

Jeremy Borza is lacking in all three of those departments.

Jer is hot in an emo boy type of way. He doesn’t like people in general, focuses on his band and watching movies on his projector… and me.

Even though we’ve lived in the same house for nearly a decade and he’s been my personal bodyguard, I don’t really know that much about him. He’s a closed book. Not just to me but to everyone else. There’s a reason people assume he’s either mute or deaf.

“I can walk,” I grumble as he carries me in his arms through the house.

“Uh-huh.”

Seriously, I’m not that drunk. I only had two beers. I didn’t even smoke pot. He drank more than I did and yet he treats me as if I’m so intoxicated that I can’t function.

“Just put me down.”

Silence.

“Jeremy,” I grit through my clenched teeth.

Silence.

“I swear, if you don’t put me down, I won’t fuck you.” My wording was very intentional. He has fucked me twice already, but this next time, I want to have control. I don’t know when the next time will be, but when it happens, I want to be the one with power over him.

His head snaps around and he stares down at me, a look of horror on his face… as if he never thought I would ever tell him no.

Ugh, men.

Then he gives me a smug smile and takes another step, which takes him to the second floor. I scowl, giving him the dirtiest look I have in my arsenal.

“What now, little ghost?”

I wait silently for him to say or do something, but he remains impassive. So I do the only thing a self-respecting woman can do. I reach under my ass and tickle his inner thigh, one of the few places Jeremy is ticklish.

In the blink of an eye, he’s on his knees and I’m out of his hold.

“That was a cheap shot,” he grunts, but I hold my head high as I sashay my way to his room and throw open the door.

Once I hear the door close behind me, I peel the band t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor before crawling into bed.

“What are you doing?”

I ignore him as I push off my shoes before moving onto my jeans. I slide them down my legs before dropping them on the floor.

Usually when I change my clothes in his room, I do it in the bathroom with privacy, but he’s already fucked me. What’s the harm in him seeing me naked?

I’ve always wanted to sleep in the nude and I bet having me in his bed and being unable to touch me while naked will just about kill him, especially if he has been fantasizing about me as long as he says he has.

Reaching behind my back, I unsnap my bra and throw it to the floor before taking a look at him. Jeremy leans against the wall, rubbing his cock through his jeans while his dark eyes remain locked on me.

I push down my panties and slip them to my ankle. I slip out one foot before I fling them at Jer. His eyebrows drop, darkening his expression, as he squeezes himself through his pants.

I let my legs fall apart before running my fingers down my body.

His eyes follow my movements as my fingers dip between my thighs and I press a finger inside me.

I arch into it and let out a loud moan as he moves to the bed.

I prepare myself for whatever he is going to do, but he grips the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white.

His chest rises rapidly and the man looks ready to break, right on the edge of becoming feral like an animal.

I like it when he looks at me like this.

I press another finger inside me before running my thumb over my clit. “Jer. Oh my god,” I whimper as I pull my fingers out before pushing them back in.

He climbs onto the bed and moves toward me, but I push my foot against his shoulder, stopping him. He scowls at me. He looks like a dog being taunted with a steak.

I click my tongue with a tsk before slowly shaking my head. “I warned you,” I taunt him and his eyes narrow before he turns his face. Jeremy kisses my ankle with a groan.

“Fuuuck, baby. Please.”

I smirk as I push another finger into me, arching into it for dramatic effect. “You look so pretty when you beg. Do it again.” I dig my teeth into my bottom lip as he lifts his head, running his calloused fingers up my calf. “Come on. Beg for me.”

“Please,” he grunts before pressing another kiss to my leg. He trails up to my knee, saying it over and over again. “Please, little ghost. Stop teasing me. You win. Just give me that dripping pussy.”

Such a good boy.

His fingers leave a trail of heat up my body as I smirk at him. “You’ve got to loosen the reins a bit,” I warn and he slowly nods, licking his lips, as he watches my fingers work.

“Whatever you want is yours. Name it and I’ll make it happen, baby. Just give me what belongs to me.”

Then, I pull out my fingers and leave myself open for him, granting him permission in the only way he needs.

He moves between my thighs and runs his tongue up my slit, whimpering as he tastes me, as if my pussy is the taste of heaven he needs to survive.

I arch into his mouth as he kisses my clit, all soft and passionate.

“Good boy,” I moan before I flip us over.

Gripping his hair in my hand, I grind against his mouth.

He licks and sucks in all the right places.

His hands grip hard on my ass, holding me against his face.

“Fuuuck.” My jaw slacks as he sucks on my clit.

I throw my head back as I orgasm on his tongue.

My entire body spasms from the release and heat covers my skin.

Jeremy works on his jeans in a hurry, pushing them down to his knees with his boxers, as I move down his body.

“Use your words, emo boy. What do you want?”

My juices coat his face as lust pours from his eyes. “Straddle me,” he demands aggressively. He grips his cock as I rub my cunt and all my come up and down his length.

“Is that what you want? You better ask nicely.” I taunt him and his eyes narrow. They roll into the back of his head as his chest rises off the bed and I tease him by allowing just the head of his cock inside. “Ask. Nicely,” I press on a moan.

“God. Ride me. Please.”

I sink down his cock, taking in every inch, every piercing and the man curses like a sailor as his fingers dig even deeper into my ass. I can feel the bruises forming, but I don’t give a shit. He can leave his mark on me all he wants.

It’s so strange that we’ve had sex twice already today and my body just wants more, more and fucking more. I’m addicted to this and it feels otherworldly.

Sex isn’t supposed to be this intense, right?

“I’m not going to last long after how you’ve been teasing me, baby,” he grunts as he sits up, grabbing the back of my neck to pull me against him.

I moan before saying, “Then, it’s good you already got me off. You can just enjoy the ride.” Pressing my hands against his thighs while keeping in mind that I’ve never done this before, I move up and down his length, rotating my hips in a way that feels good.

Jeremy guides me, moving my hips the way he likes and I follow his instruction. I pick up the pace as his cock teases my sweet spot and he kisses along my throat.

“Jesus, baby. Fuck me ,” he grunts in my ear as he slams my hips down on him, impaling me.

I cry out in pleasure and match the pace he sets.

My thighs are on fire, but it feels so good.

I wrap my arm around his neck as he meets me thrust for thrust and the way he bottoms out inside me makes my muscles convulse.

It’s official. I’m a nymphomaniac.

I fucking love sex with Jeremy. I want to do it again, again and fucking again.

Then there's a knock on the door and my head snaps around to look at the chunk of wood separating us from whoever it is, but he doesn’t let me stop.

“I don’t give a fuck who sees you riding my cock. You keep going or I’ll punish you all night, little ghost.”

My cunt shudders from his threat.

Logically, it could only be his mother or my father. The two of them can go fuck themselves. They are the two people in the world that can’t judge either of us for this. They conditioned us to be okay with this.

I keep riding his pierced cock like my life depends on it.

“Jeremy, are you in there?”

The door opens and a territorial and protective growl bursts from me as my nails dig through his shirt, clinging tight to him. It’s like a beast has taken over me just from Kathy interrupting this.

There’s only one reason she has ever come in here and it’s not to be a doting mother. She thought since we came home from a party that I might be too out of it to stop her from hurting him.

Fat fucking chance.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?”

I glare at Kathy as Jer yanks my hips back down to him, thrusting hard and deep into me again. My body convulses from the move, but I know the intention behind it. He’s giving me a stiff–pun intended–warning.

The look of disgust and nausea on her face is laughable, but also a twisted form of justice.

“I’m fucking him, in case that wasn’t clear already.” I moan as he sinks his teeth into my neck. “Go back to your husband, Kathy. This one is all mine. Right, Jer?”

He grunts in response as his fingers dig through my hair, yanking my head back. “All fucking yours, baby. Every last inch of me.”

“Then fill me with your come. I want every last drop.”

I send Kathy a victorious grin as she runs off like an embarrassed little bitch, slamming the door as she goes. I hope she falls down the stairs and breaks her fucking neck.

Jeremy explodes, bucking his hips into mine with every pulse of his release. I feel every spurt, every shudder and the sensation makes me feel like a goddess with him between my thighs.

It’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt.

Using his hand still in my hair, he pulls me to him and crashes his mouth down on mine. Jeremy kisses me again, again and fucking again until I’m breathless and can’t tell if he’s still the one initiating this or if it’s my doing.