Page 70 of The Ghost of Ellwood

Taking off his pants was harder. I rolled him to his back on the mattress to give me better access. His body flickered as I hovered over him, and our gazes locked. His once sad eyes looked hopeful now. Happy.

I kissed down his chest and abdomen before reaching the dip of his hipbone. He sucked in a sharp breath as I nipped at him there.

I reveled in the noise, hoping he’d make many more of them soon. My fingers fumbled with the button on his pants before working them down. I had to remove his shoes before I could slide his pants off, and I made an interesting discovery. He wore stockings over his drawers and garters that held them up, which I also had the pleasure of removing. Once I did, I was rewarded with the most delectable body I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Why do you stare?” Theo asked, shielding his face with his hands.

I grabbed his wrists and lowered them so I could see him. All of him. “Because you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t have to give compliments in order to bugger me, Ben. Just get on with it.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or take offense. My expression probably reflected both emotions equally. “I have no intention onbuggeringyou, Theodore Michael Blackwell. But making love to you?ThatI can do.”

Glassy eyes peered up at me. “I was always told men couldn’t make love to each other.”

“You and Harvey did,” I said, gently moving his legs apart as I settled between them.

“Yes.” The word came out hoarse.

“Enough of the past.” I kissed the hollow of his throat as I reached between our bodies and took hold of his cock. “It’s just you and me right now.”

Theo moaned and rested his cheek on the top of my head.

He felt cold in my hand. His shaft warmed as I started to pump him, though. A warm tingling sensation took effect after that, and he shuddered beneath me, slapping a hand to my back and clawing my shoulders.

“More,” he whined.

I knew from reading his journal that he preferred to bottom. Some of his entries involving Harvey had beenverydescriptive. I knew how to please him without him uttering a word. He liked to have his neck nibbled on during the throes of passion, and his weak spot was just below his ears.

With that knowledge, I scooted farther down, my hand still on his cock, and propped his hips up. Just as Theo began to question my actions, I lightly licked his hole.

“Ben!” Fingers tangled in my hair.

“I take it Harvey never didthis?” I asked, grinning up at him.

He shook his head, his eyes wide.

“Do you want me to stop?”

If he didn’t want this, I didn’t either. Consent was sexy.

“God, no. Please don’t stop.”

Pleased by his answer, I licked him there again. And again. I circled his pucker and placed a slight pressure forward with my tongue. He stretched his legs out and spread them wider, lifting his hips higher off the mattress. He didn’t really have a taste, other than lavender. It was odd, but so were a million other things about our relationship.

When I added a finger to the mix and pushed it inside of him, he arched his back and sighed. I could spend the rest of my life like this, pleasing him.

“More, Ben.”

“You’re demanding tonight.”

“I’m being selfish, remember?” He wiggled his hips then gasped when I added a second finger.

I didn’t know the rules of having sex with a ghost. Did I need a condom? Would he accidentally disappear if he got too excited, and I’d end up fucking the mattress instead? It wasn’t like there was a damn book I could read to figure it out.

There was always the internet…but I feared the things I’d find if I typed ‘how to fuck a ghost’intoGoogle.

I grabbed the lube from the bedside table before returning to my spot between his legs. I didn’t know if Theo could feel physical pain, but I didn’t want to chance it. I’d treat him like I would any other guy I slept with; with the upmost care.