Page 5 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

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The more distracted he was, the more he could feel my hand. I could see it in the way he shifted and his body tensed…but it definitely wasn’t going to be much help when I was trying to touch his dick later.

Here. Do a puzzle while I jerk you off.

Yep, that’d be perfect.

“Are you really…do you really…” His solidity was fading as either worries or just overthinking came to the forefront of his mind.

“Are you asking if I’d really put you over my lap? Oh, naughty boy.” My teasing got a huff from him, but as his fear-based emotions faded, his body shifted toward being more solid again.

He wasn’t looking alive but he was a lot denser and I could feel some kind of presence coming from him that I hadn’t felt before. But it faded quickly when anything else took over his thoughts.

“That wasn’t what I meant. You’re just fucking with me.” Blushing slightly, he huffed again and frowned, even though he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “It’s a reasonable question considering the circumstances. I’ve never met someone like you and my only exposure has been…internet stuff.”

Porn.

Naughty, naughty boy.

“Yes, I see myself as a Dom but not in a porn kind of way…well, unless that idea turns you on.” His embarrassed squeak said at least some of what he’d seen turned him on. “Think…taking care of you and setting boundaries. Reminders about behavior and taking the lead in the sexual side of things.”

I’d started to say the physical side of things, but I’d quickly realized that probably wasn’t the best way to explain it.

No euphemisms that reminded him that he didn’t have a body any longer when I was trying to make him as solid as possible.

“Like, like the close my eyes thing?” Ezra sighed as I ran my thumb over where his cheek would’ve been. “Doms like being obeyed. I know that part.”

“Okay, I’ll admit to liking being obeyed. It wouldn’t be believable if I tried to protest that.” It was my turn to huff and sound dramatic when he snickered. “Hey, at least pretend that wasn’t funny.”

“Sorry.” No. He was not. “I’ll be good.”

Not believable either.

“As I was saying…yes, the being obeyed part is sexy, but I don’t want to push too much since you still need to figure out what your limits are like.” Submission was sexy as fuck, but him being worried and uncomfortable wouldn’t be. “This is going to be trial and error on both of our parts, and when we run into a limit, we’ll talk about that as much as you can.”

His head bobbed as he nodded in agreement, but it moved him away from my touch and he frowned like he’d noticed the loss.

I wanted to ask how it felt, but I’d do that later once we were past the makeshift scene…unless he asked about it. He was thinking something, but as I went back to stroking his cheek, he surprised me. “What kind of limits? How would that work?”

Oh, interesting.

“Well, like what we’re doing right now. If I tried to touch a more intimate place on your body, you might run into parts that you weren’t ready for me to touch or that you’d never want me to touch.” When nothing I said got a strong response, I continued. “You might enjoy my caressing your cock but you might find a limit for me touching your knees.”

His confused face made me chuckle. “I know a guy who’s dating this girl and she hates having her head petted. It completely pulls her out of a scene and it frustrates her. Something about making her feel like his dog.”

I didn’t see it, but she did and that was all that counted.

“Oh.” Letting out a slow breath, Ezra went still but didn’t move away from me or my touch. “I…I don’t think I have any limits like that yet, and…and exploring trying to touch other places would just make sense if you…if you wanted to get to know me more?”

I wasn’t sure if he knew he’d made that sound like a question, but I answered it like it was one. “Yes, I want to get to know you more. I want to spend time with you and come over to have dates as well as work, and I want to flirt with you and see how hard I can make you.”

And the blush was back.

Ezra’s will was more focused than he thought…we just needed to aim it in more interesting directions than blushing and climbing shelves.

“I…I wasn’t sure that would work.” His quiet tone made me wish I could kiss him, but I wasn’t sure we were there yet for a variety of reasons.

His invitation to touch him more had been fairly clear, though, so I brought my free hand up to his torso and stroked low on his belly. “I love showing you firsthand how it works. I love seeing your cock get harder and I’m going to love wrapping my fingers around you.”

As my hand brushed over the front of his pajama pants and the sexy bulge he was now sporting, Ezra sucked in a breath as a shiver raced through him. “I…That’s…that’s not just the only reason I want to spend time with you.”

It was a good bonus, though, not that I minded.

“I’m glad, but I’m also glad I make you hard.” And that he liked my touch in general. “Hearing that you want to spend time with me makes me hard too.”

Another time and place when he’d had a full body, I’d have rubbed up against him to show him how hard he was making me, but I wasn’t sure that would work without him expecting it. So words were the next best thing.

“It makes me want to rub my dick against your ass and squeeze your cock.” I would’ve sworn that I felt his erection throb against my hand, but I wasn’t sure if that was my imagination or not. “It makes me want to kiss your neck and play with your cock while we’re cuddling on the couch watching a movie. I’d give it just enough attention to keep you hard and needy while we had our date.”

His whine was the most perfect sound I’d ever heard, and the way his body seemed to flicker as he shivered was the most perfect visual I’d ever seen. “I…it’s…”

I’m close?

It’s going to make me come?

I hoped so.

“But when the credits started to roll and you whined and begged to finally be able to come, I’d squeeze it tight and jerk you off.” I did my best to simulate the movement over the front of his body, but I was pretty sure my will would only go so far before his needed to do the rest. “And if you begged sweetly enough, I might even let you come.”

I could almost see the sparks flashing through him as the pleasure kept building. I wasn’t sure how it felt to him, but from my view, he was right on the edge. “Let me hear you beg and I’ll let you come, sexy boy. Let me hear you.”

Air looked like it was trapped in his lungs, and just seeing how completely he was living through the fantasy sent a jolt of pleasure through me. “Let me hear you. Be my good boy.”

Oh, he liked that.

“Please? I need. Please?” As Ezra’s voice cracked, I pictured squeezing his cock harder and jerking him off faster.

Please let this work.

Please let this work.

“Come.” The firmly delivered order seemed to send him over, but I did my best to add my will to his as I imagined his orgasm firing through him. “Be my good boy.”

As his pleasure grew, sparks showered through him and I could almost feel electricity building around us until it popped like a bubble. He flashed in and out as his orgasm hit hard, and when he came back to me, he sank slowly down on the porch like his legs wouldn’t hold him any longer.

All I could do was join him, sitting as close as I could without going through his more ghostly body. He leaned toward me, letting out a soft sigh like he could feel me next to him. “That worked.”

Chucking, I couldn’t help being a smart ass. “It was either an orgasm or you electrocuted yourself again.”

He huffed, giving an adorably dramatic pout. “You’re going to have to stop teasing me about that eventually.”

“Not anytime soon.” There was no point in lying about that. It got too good of a reaction to stop. “Especially when you get so cute and frustrated when I bring it up.”

He actually stuck his tongue out at me that time.

“Don’t tempt me, sexy.” I’d figure out something to do with it otherwise.

He must’ve heard that in my voice because he went still and turned his head toward me. “Can…can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes. You were a very good boy and I’m proud of you for trying so hard to follow my directions.” I wanted that out there between us before the real world came back and he started second-guessing anything.

As his eyes peeked open, he looked like he was still lost in the scene for the moment. “You…you were touching me?”

I thought I knew what he was really asking, so I nodded and did my best to give him a thorough response. “I touched your cheek to start with, and then when we got deeper into the scene, I touched the front of your pants and squeezed your dick.”

Kind of.

The magical physics of it didn’t matter since I couldn’t have explained how it worked anyway.

“I felt it.” Swallowing, he took a slightly ragged breath. “I kind of felt it. Mostly it was like butterflies brushing against me until the end when you…touching me there was much clearer.”

That one could’ve been a statement of fact or leading up to a question, but I took it as him looking for more information in some way. “I’m glad. I was hoping you could feel that, but it might’ve been because it was what you wanted the most? The first touches also were ones you weren’t expecting so maybe couldn’t picture as clearly?”

Nodding slowly, he took another breath and looked steadier. “That was when I was thinking about having a body again but not specifically about what you’d do to it. But…but I felt you. It wasn’t…I wasn’t…”

Alone.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

“I’m right here for you, baby.” This time I didn’t have to tell him to close his eyes and think about his body. He did it instinctually, and for a moment as he leaned against me and fought back what was probably a tidal wave of emotions, he felt almost solid.

Brushing my lips against his head got another shiver from him, but it also had him flashing in and out again as his emotions got the better of him. I just waited until it passed, though, trying to show him that I wasn’t going anywhere.

There was no way he’d believe me yet and there was nothing I could do to explain it. There was nothing logical about any of it, but I wasn’t going to question how important he was becoming to me. Ezra had been human when he was alive, though, so I knew he’d look for facts and answers I didn’t have yet.

Thankfully, he just let me be there for him for the moment and didn’t push for anything I couldn’t give him. When he finally waded through the emotions and was taking another deep breath, he scrunched his eyes closed as he let it out. “I’m allowed to be overwhelmed. It’s been a weird month.”

“You’re right. You’ve had a lot to adjust to, and just the past twenty-four hours would’ve been a lot for anyone exploring their submissive side for the first time, much less everything else.” Like the being dead part and not being alone any longer. “I’d have been worried if you hadn’t started processing it all.”

Then I’d have had to figure out how to find a therapist who did house calls for ghosts.

If we had one in town, I hadn’t heard of them yet, so I knew at the very least I needed to get the gossip train rolling on that one. Ezra couldn’t be the only dead guy who needed a bit of therapy. That wasn’t something we could tackle yet, though, so I did the best I could.

“I’m proud of you for doing your best to make it through everything that’s been thrown at you and submitting to me for the first time. Like I said, it’s a lot to process and I want you to remember that I’m here for you. That’s literally the Dom’s job in this situation. Top of the handbook and everything. Hell, if I flake out on you when you’re coming down from a scene, they’ll take away my Dom card.”

He tried not to laugh but a snicker escaped. “Even in this town that’s not a thing.”

“Are you sure?” I shrugged as he peeked his eyes open to glare at me. “You didn’t spend a lot of time in town before, so you probably missed a lot. Like the other ghosts, and I bet you didn’t even realize the guy who owns the little grocery store in town is a shifter.”

And that got his complete attention.

Ezra’s eyes went big as saucers and he sucked in a breath as his own situation faded in importance. “No. He’s not.”

“Yep. Wolf shifter, but man, don’t call them werewolves. All those early beast and monster movies got everyone up in a tizzy and now it’s considered rude.” Rolling my eyes got a snicker from him again. “They’re not even half as dramatic as some of the other groups, though, because they get offended when you call them shifters.”

“Oh.” Just as his eyes had started to go back to their regular size, they went wide again. “That explains…the man…oh, that’s why the other man hissed at the man who owns the grocery store. There was something about the moon and someone said were and I thought they were going to start a brawl while I was getting stuff for lunch. I didn’t misunderstand it.”

Now I was the one trying not to laugh. “I think I know who you’re talking about. And no, you didn’t misunderstand. No one around here is especially subtle.”

They were all just ridiculous in one way or another…but it was usually in the dramatic variety.

“What else did I miss?” Completely distracted, Ezra sat up and brushed his hands down the front of his pants. “What’s going on at the post office? I went to set up my mail delivery and two women who worked there were fighting over something confusing.”

“Oh, let me tell you…” Which would help keep his mind off the fact that he’d just changed his pants and was now wearing navy blue sleep pants and a plain white T-shirt.

Someone was finally getting the hang of being a ghost.