Page 24 of The Curse of Redwood

I moved my hand to his side, gripping the material of his vest.

Kissing him took me back to my dreams of Ezekiel. In them, I was always the man he was with. Were the dreams real or only in my head?

Stop thinking about it.The dream didn’t matter when Z was kissing me.

Thiswas real.

Z pinned me to the wall as his mouth grew heavier on mine. My heart raced and my blood coursed through my veins like liquid fire. Which was perfect, since he was like ice, soothing my flames with each pressing of his lips. Only his touch, his kiss, could stop me from burning.

“Touch me,” I moaned, moving his hand to the bottom of my hoodie. “I wanna feel you.”

He slid his hand under the material, his fingertips like cool kisses on my bare stomach. It was strange, though. The longer he touched me, the warmer his skin felt. As if my internal warmth was chasing away his cold.

“Are you certain this is what you want?”

“Yes.” The word came out as a breathy gasp as he tweaked my nipple between his fingers. Fuck, I was hard.Damn these skinny jeans.I felt so constricted.

He picked me up in one quick swoop and carried me over to one of the tables. Books fell to floor, but Z didn’t seem to pay them any mind. He gripped my upper thighs as he stepped between my legs. I stared up at him, horny and needy. Also, amazed. Because no one else had ever made me feel that strongly in such a brief amount of time.

I felt like I’d known him all my life.

As he unzipped my pants, his body flickered a little. Was it a sign of his excitement? God, I hoped so. I liked the thought of him wanting me as much as I wanted him.

The fog of lust was momentarily broken through when he took off my jeans and my bare ass touched the cold table. “Jesus!”

Z grinned, sliding his hands to my hips. My cold ass was forgotten as he bent to nibble the bottom of my stomach. He kissed a trail from my bellybutton to the area right above my aching cock. And then he slipped it into his mouth.

I gasped and tangled my fingers in his silky hair, staring down at him as he took me all the way to the back of his throat. The inside of his mouth was a bit on the cool side, but warming as the seconds ticked by. I hardened even further as he sucked and stroked. Since he didn’t need to breathe, he was able to keep going without stopping for air. And his gag reflex was nonexistent.

“Shit.” I gripped his hair tighter.

His blue eyes held my gaze as he glided his lips down my shaft and back up again.

There I was in a haunted mansion, surrounded by dozens of ghosts where horrible things had happened… and all I could think about was sex. But Z had that effect on me. He was both feminine and masculine, soft yet rough, and there was a tenderness beneath his sometimes harsh expression.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

I’d been so absorbed in the sensation of receiving the best head of my life that I hadn’t noticed him removing his pants and stroking himself. Once I realized it, I groaned. Him touching himself was so damn hot.

“Come up here,” I rasped, crooking a finger at him.

My dick left his mouth with a wet pop, and he kissed up my stomach, giving me delightful little chills. I sat up on the table and put my arms around his neck, needing him closer. Once our lips touched, he took my cock in his hand, giving it a slow stroke. His hard erection poked my abdomen.

“Jerk us both,” I said against his lips before diving in for another kiss.

He smiled before doing as I said, taking both our cocks in his hand. Normally, I would’ve had a guy on his back and riding him into oblivion by that point, but I didn’t bring any lube, and I suspected he didn’t have anything to use either.

Penetrative sex wasn’t always needed, though. What we were doing was just as great.

Frotting for the win.

“Faster,” I urged him, leaning my head back as pressure built inside me.

Z grazed his teeth along my throat as his hand moved quicker. My stomach muscles tensed and then quivered as he brought me to orgasm, my cum spurting upward and coating his still moving hand. He groaned and rested his forehead to mine, his body briefly flickering. I felt his cock twitching against mine, though I didn’t feel any signs of his release. I glanced down and didn’t see any either.

“Ghosts don’t have spunk?” I asked. I hadn’t realized it when we’d fucked before.

Z laughed. Hard. He tucked himself back into his pants and fastened them before pulling me back into his arms. He brushed the hair from my eyes and gave me a gentle, yet amused, smile. “Did you expect me to?”