Page 39 of The Most Unusual Haunting of Edgar Lovejoy

Edgar’s yes was endearingly enthusiastic. Jamie stood and walked to the bedroom, confident Edgar would follow. They removed clothing as they went, glancing over their shoulder at Edgar, whose eyes burned hotter with each garment shed.

Jamie stood next to the bed in only their underwear. When Edgar turned into the room, he gawked.

“You’re stunning. Just hot and gorgeous and handsome and sexy and—” He shook his head. “All the things.”

Jamie grinned. “I’ll take it.”

“Do you wanna…?” He gestured to the bed.

Jamie wanted this. They were nervous, but they wanted this. “I like to be on top, or I like it from behind,” they said.

Edgar watched them intently. He took a step closer, and Jamie grabbed his hand.

“I like it if you touch me here.” They showed him. “But not inside. You can fuck my ass with abandon though.”

They were getting turned on just thinking about it.

Edgar groaned, clearly in agreement.

“So you like to stick your cock in a hot ass?” Jamie asked. They’d been teasing, but mostly they were curious about Edgar’s response.

Edgar nodded.

“Well then, get over here, mister.”

Edgar shuddered, and then Jamie found themself on the bed, on top of Edgar.

“Whoa.”

Edgar ran trembling fingertips down their throat, sending shivers in their wake. Jamie kissed him, hard. Edgar’s mouth was sweet, his tongue yielding and his lips ardent, and they made out until they were both panting.

Edgar touched them worshipfully, then closed his lips around one nipple and sucked. Jamie jumped at the jolt of sensation.

Edgar stopped. “You okay?”

“Yeah, very.”

Jamie pushed his head back down so his clever tongue could be put to better use. Edgar cradled their back and feasted on their nipples, their ribs, their collarbone, until he nipped at their neck and they groaned.

“You can bite me,” Jamie murmured. A second later, Edgar’s teeth sank in, and he sucked on their tender flesh.

The sensation was exquisite, and their neck throbbed like it had a direct connection to their crotch. They ground their hips against Edgar’s, groaning at how hard he was. They felt swollen and tight with blood and need, and they thrust until tiny frissons of pleasure built deep inside them.

“Fuck me now,” Jamie said. Ordinarily, they’d add a please , but Edgar seemed to really get off on being ordered around.

Edgar groaned and swore as his pants got stuck on his feet. When he was nude, he cupped Jamie’s face.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, clearly eager to obey.

“Behind me, leaning over the bed.”

They slid over until they were in the right position and looked back over their shoulder at Edgar.

“Fuck me hard, mister,” they growled, and Edgar obliged. He slid on a condom and slicked lube down his length, eyes closing in pleasure at his own touch. “No,” Jamie said. “That’s mine.”

Edgar whimpered. “Yes, sir. Do you want my fingers first?”

“No.”

Jamie slicked themself quickly and pushed their hips backward, demanding to be fucked.

Edgar’s erection felt like steel, and Jamie breathed through their nose, reminding themself to relax their muscles.

“Oh my god,” Edgar whispered worshipfully as he slid fully inside.

Jamie waited for the moment they knew was coming, when their brain sorted out the sensations and got on with feeling amazing. Two deep breaths later and it came, sliding from too full to exactly right in the space of a second.

Edgar was strong and hung, and he did just as Jamie had instructed: he fucked them hard.

The thrusts rocked them both, and soon Jamie couldn’t keep their footing.

Edgar hauled them up the bed, pushing them forward so he could get back inside.

This time, the moment of penetration felt exquisite, and Jamie knew they weren’t going to last much longer.

The liquid, full feeling was leaking all through their guts in a way that left them overwhelmed and out of control.

Jamie didn’t like to be out of control ordinarily, but this? This , they did love.

Jamie’s arms couldn’t hold them up any longer, and they collapsed onto their stomach, cheek on the pillow and ass in the air, getting deliciously pounded. They had just enough wherewithal to snake a hand between their legs and stroke themself as Edgar fucked them.

“Jamie, fuck, god.”

“Don’t stop,” Jamie demanded. “I’m so fucking close.”

Jamie could feel Edgar gather his strength to keep fucking them, and they groaned their appreciation, fingers flying between their legs.

The pleasure was hot and deep. When they cast a glance over their shoulder, Edgar looked like something torn from their deepest, most potent fantasies, holding their hips and fucking into them like a god.

“Jamie,” Edgar gasped. He thrust hard and deep and stayed there, rotating his hips so they stayed full of him, so full they could almost choke. His hand came down to their own, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

He gathered the slick moisture and stroked between their legs with featherlight touches. It still felt so fucking good, the delicate, gossamer strokes meeting the deep, thick joy of penetration.

Jamie throbbed and leaked, caught right on the edge.

“Move,” Jamie gasped. “You’d better fucking move , and fuck me, Edg—”

Edgar thrust deeper, each slide accompanied by a moan so desperate and involuntary that Jamie knew he was holding on by a thread.

They pushed his fingers down to rub harder and lifted their ass, spreading themself apart.

“Oh my god,” Edgar said, then he sank a tiny bit deeper, and Jamie felt like they were spiraling apart.

Splayed on the bed, at the mercy of the thick cock inside them, Jamie came in rolling waves of orgasm that twisted them up inside and then released with such force that for a moment, they lost track of their body in space.

The pleasure racked them, destroyed them, and they buried their face in the bed.

Edgar’s fingers bit into their hips, and with a final flurry of thrusts that fanned sparks of their orgasm into fire again, he came with a roar.

“God, fuck,” Edgar groaned, burying his face in Jamie’s neck.

He was heavy, but the weight felt good.

Jamie moaned in satisfaction.

“Was that okay?” he asked, kissing Jamie’s jaw and chin, seeking out their mouth.

Jamie forced their orgasm-trembly body to roll so they were facing Edgar.

“It’s so hot that you like to be told what to do, and I’m definitely gonna do it again in the future. You fucked me into oblivion.”

“Yeah?” Edgar said and grinned.

Jamie guided his hand between their legs and shivered when he touched them with worshipful fingertips.

“Oh, fuck,” Edgar groaned into their neck.

Jamie felt utterly at peace. They were exactly where they wanted to be, with exactly whom they wanted to be with, and they never wanted it to end.

“Would you be my date to my annoying sister’s extremely annoying wedding?” Jamie asked.

Edgar pushed himself up onto his elbows. He was smiling softly.

“Yeah? I didn’t think you wanted me to come,” he admitted.

Damn it, Amelia really had been right. Jamie felt awful.

“I’m sorry, Edgar. I never meant to make you feel that way. I just wasn’t sure I’d even go to the wedding if my family was going to treat me like shit. But I want you. I always want you. I should’ve asked you sooner.”

Edgar kissed Jamie so sweetly.

“Is that a yes?” they asked.

“You better believe it, mister,” Edgar said.