Page 24 of The Most Unusual Haunting of Edgar Lovejoy

Jamie’s heart was pounding with the desire to take Edgar apart with pleasure. To control this man whose whole life felt out of control. To keep him safe.

Edgar took Jamie’s hand and led them to the bedroom. He stripped out of his clothes, and Jamie drank in the sight with appreciation. Then he lay down on the bed, ass up, and looked at Jamie.

“Would you fuck me?” Edgar asked. “Hold me down?” His lashes fluttered with effort. “M-make me come?”

Liquid fire slid through Jamie’s veins, and they groaned. Edgar clenched his eyes shut.

They walked over to the bed, admiring the broad planes of Edgar’s shoulders and the delicate curve of his lip in profile against his pillow.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jamie said. “And fuck yes, I will.”

Jamie traced the curve of Edgar’s spine from the nape of his neck to the crack of his ass, and Edgar shuddered, goose bumps rising on his skin though the evening was warm. His ass was round and plump, and Jamie wanted to give it a swat and see how it jiggled, but that was for another time.

Ditching their pants, Jamie climbed in bed next to Edgar and kissed the path their fingers had just taken. Edgar shuddered and trembled as their lips moved over him, and when Jamie licked back up again, Edgar’s muscles tensed.

“You okay?” Jamie asked.

Edgar groaned in response.

They nipped at Edgar’s ass and were rewarded with him raising it for their thorough investigation.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jamie muttered. “Turn over?”

Edgar did, revealing that his face and throat were flushed pink. His erection strained against his stomach.

Jamie straddled Edgar’s waist, and they kissed deep and desperate, tongues entwining, lips feasting, until they were both breathing heavily. They ground their crotch into Edgar’s hip, loving the exquisite pressure.

“Jamie, Jamie,” Edgar said.

“What’s up, baby?”

“Please, fuck. I need you. It’s been so long and I…I need it. I need you.”

Edgar’s eyes were wild, and he was writhing on the bed. Seeing Edgar like that had Jamie nearly lightheaded with lust.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Jamie said.

Edgar’s cock was hard and wet at the tip. They wanted to drink down his nectar and then blow his mind. Instead, they ran a fingertip over the precome beading there and rubbed it between their fingers.

“You need this?” Jamie said, voice low and rough with want.

“So fucking bad.”

Jamie felt like electricity held together by a fragile skin. “You like to get fucked hard by a big cock, Edgar?”

Edgar nodded slowly.

“You sure?” they teased.

“Yes, god, please fuck me,” he said, looking into Jamie’s eyes.

Jamie groaned, lust making them throb. They pulled out the strap-on from their overnight bag and held two dildos up to Edgar—one of an average size, the other a bit larger and with a wicked curve.

“Lucky boys get to pick,” they said. “So which is it gonna be?”

Edgar’s eyes flew back and forth between them and then up to Jamie. He swallowed hard, then pointed to the larger of the two.

Fuck , they couldn’t wait to see Edgar’s face when they slid inside him.

Jamie slid their underwear off and stepped into the harness, tightening the leather straps around their hips.

They lubed their cock and knelt between Edgar’s legs.

“You want this?” Jamie teased Edgar’s hole with the tip.

Edgar moaned wildly and let his knees fall apart. He looked wanton and beautiful, cheeks flushed, dick straining against his belly.

Jamie pressed inside him slowly, feeling the smooth muscle giving way as they pressed deeper.

Edgar let out tiny little gasps, and Jamie watched closely as they pushed in deeper. Edgar shifted his hips, and they both groaned as Jamie slid inside him.

“Right there. Oh, fuck. Right there.”

Jamie fucked Edgar until his eyes rolled back in his head. He squirmed and strained, cock so hard it bounced against his stomach.

“Please,” Edgar begged weakly.

“Turn over,” Jamie said.

He groaned and threw his head back, then flipped over onto his hands and knees and looked backward over his shoulder at Jamie.

They slid back inside him, and Edgar found the angle that made him gasp, and then they moved together.

“Touch your cock,” they instructed. “But only a little bit. I wanna see.”

Edgar’s groan was the sweetest reward Jamie had ever won. His hand rose tentatively from the bed to close around his leaking erection. The second he made contact, he melted against Jamie, groaning and saying mindless things about how gorgeous Jamie was and how sexy.

While he stroked himself, Jamie kept fucking him, seeking out the angle that made him moan.

“So close,” Edgar gasped. “Please, please, please, Jamie.”

Jamie had never heard someone sound so close to desperate tears. They fucking loved it. They felt glorious and powerful, and they couldn’t wait to hear what sounds Edgar made when he came.

“Get on top,” Jamie said.

Edgar’s eyes were wild with lust, and they did it without question. Jamie settled on the bed, and Edgar straddled them, reaching behind himself to guide Jamie back inside.

“Now. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock however you like, and play with yourself until you come.”

Edgar lowered himself, wincing, back onto Jamie’s cock. Then he pushed deeper and froze.

“You okay?”

“Jamie.” Edgar’s voice was full of worship.

His eyes fell shut, his head fell back, and he began rising and slamming himself down on Jamie. Jamie thrust up to meet him, heat swirling between their legs.

Edgar rode them like a man possessed. Finally, he started dropping his weight down on Jamie’s hips, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, oh,” he gasped in tiny breaths. Please , he mouthed again and again.

Jamie lifted their hips, feet on the bed, to give Edgar more contact, and Edgar took it.

“Yes, baby, yes, fuck yourself; that’s it,” Jamie murmured.

They reached up and tweaked his nipples, and he hissed. Jamie did it again.

“’M gonna come. Oh god. Jamie.”

Jamie took Edgar by the waist and steadied him so they could thrust harder. One moment, Edgar was riding them, head thrown back. The next, Edgar’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, every muscle tensed, and then he was coming in great strangled gasps.

“Oh my fucking, oh god, oh shit,” Edgar said as the orgasm racked him.

He fell forward onto Jamie and kissed them avidly, his breath still coming in gasps. Then he groaned and buried his face in their neck.

Jamie smiled then and stroked up and down Edgar’s back. No sex act had ever made them feel more powerful, and tears pricked at their eyes.

Eventually, Edgar reluctantly lifted himself off Jamie’s cock, wincing a little. Then he lay next to Jamie and put an arm around their waist.

Edgar was sexy and sweet and he liked to cuddle after sex? The total package.

They lay that way for a few peaceful minutes, and then Edgar asked, “What would you like me to do for you?”

“Hmm. Lie on your back?”

Edgar did, watching Jamie remove the strap from under orgasm-heavy eyelids.

Jamie straddled Edgar’s thick thigh and squeezed the muscle between their own.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Edgar murmured as they began to roll their hips.

Tendrils of delicate lust danced through Jamie’s belly, up and down their thighs, and pooled at their groin.

Edgar’s hand fell on their back, pulling them closer. He murmured how sexy they were and how hard they’d made him come. Jamie’s lower belly began to tremble with the prelude to orgasm.

They ground their hips harder into Edgar and felt the pleasure begin to unfurl. It was a murmuration, notes of pleasure striking and moving in swooping formations until Jamie’s head was spinning and they couldn’t hear anything but the pulse of their own blood.

The orgasm broke over them like a wave. The pleasure was so sweet and so shattering that Jamie couldn’t do anything but let it drown them.

“Fuck,” they groaned, collapsing into Edgar. They settled into his side.

Soft fingers stroking their hair and neck brought them back to the present.

Edgar murmured worshipfully. “You’re so fucking hot. Thanks. For letting me see you. And for, uh, you know.”

“Fucking your brains out until you came screaming?” Jamie suggested casually.

Edgar groaned at that and reached for Jamie again, rolling them underneath him and kissing them until they started to get turned on again, and then they pushed him away and buried their face in his neck.

Edgar tightened his arms around them.

“This is perfect,” Jamie murmured, then nestled their face back into the curve of Edgar’s neck.

“Perfect,” Edgar mumbled and ran their fingers through Jamie’s hair until they drifted off to sleep feeling safe and warm.