Page 163 of Their Little Ghost

A fuzzy warmth blooms between my legs. I rationalize that succumbing to my urges is a healthy way to release my pent-up frustrations. It sure beats the anger management classes Dad used to make me attend. I claw Eli’s broad shoulders. He doesn’t mind. While I scratch and leave my marks over his skin, he nips my neck, biting and sucking, then pushes me back into the wall.

“You’re mine,” he growls. His hot breath sends a chill down my spine. “All mine.”

He lowers me to the ground and slips his hands underneath my clothes to seek out my wet heat. He groans as his fingers meet my dripping entrance, then he slides two inside me.

“Fuck,” I curse.

I hate how good it feels. I reach for the button on his pants, craving more. Why does the damn thing have to be so fiddly? I huff in frustration until I finally free him. His cock springs loose, and I wrap my fingers around it. I forgot how big he was.

“Off,” he commands, tugging down my pants. “Now.”

I wriggle out of them and pout, noticing how his eyes blacken at the sight of my lace panties. Why does he have to be so hot? It’s infuriating!

“All off,” he growls.

Fucking to forget has always been one of my mantras. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I’ve had sex without strings before. This is on my fucking terms.

“I’m not sure Eli thinks like that,”Erin chimes in.

Not now.I will her into submission, and it seems to work. For now, I can’t even feel her lingering presence, and it’s liberating. This is my time with Eli. I don’t need to listen to her comments or performance reviews.

Eli takes off his clothes and tears off the rest of mine until we’re both naked.

“Fuck…” He looks at my body in appreciation. “You’re perfect.”

I push him onto the sofa, asserting my control. There’s no way in hell I’m lying on that flea-ridden mound, so I mount him. My plan to ride him until I can’t think straight is going off without a hitch.

“Sarah,” he groans as I sink onto his shaft. “You feel…”

I lick the smeared blood around the edges of his mouth, then catch his bottom lip between my teeth and suck on it while gyrating my hips. I take him inch by inch, enjoying how he stretches me. So fucking full.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says, tipping his head back.

I seize the opportunity. I clap my hand around his throat and squeeze. His eyes widen in surprise, but he’s not angry. His cock twitches, letting me know he likes it. His giant hands cup my ass, squeezing hard to encourage me to quicken my pace, but it has the opposite effect. I slow, sliding up and down his cock at a tortuous speed, relishing every second of his torment.

“You’re killing me,” he whines.

I smirk and tighten my grasp on his throat. This is exactly what he deserves. I chase my pleasure, using him like an object. My pussy flutters, getting closer to climax, when Eli suddenly decides he’s done with being submissive.

He pulls my hair and yanks my head closer, causing me to release my grip on him. We kiss again, a dizzying blur of panting breaths and regret tinged with false hope. Our ragged breathing synchronizes, and neither of us can hold back. I come hard,releasing a loud, primal moan as my pussy holds him hostage. As I unravel, we’re blasted by a cool breeze from the opening cabin door.

Lex’s jaw drops at what he sees when he walks in.

“Well, shit,” Lex says. He’s already pulling off his T-shirt. “You’ve started celebrating without us.”

I’m too busy panting from my seemingly endless orgasm that I can’t think of a witty quip to rebut with. The sight of Lex’s scarred, sexy body sends a fresh surge of lust through me. I’ve entered an animalistic state where physical sensation trumps everything and all my intrusive thoughts have been temporarily banished.

Aiden shuts the cabin door behind him. Despite his grave expression, I sense a change in him, like he’s finally rid himself of a massive weight that’s been dragging him down. He watches me and Eli with an unreadable expression.

“Fuck,” Eli gasps as I climb off him. His cum trails down the inside of my leg as I stand. “That was… incredible.”

Lex saunters over with his massive boner swinging. His presumptuous arrogance makes me consider telling him to befriend his hand, but we’ve got limited time left together. I may as well benefit from him while I can.

“Take a good long look,” I say. “Because this will be the last time you’ll ever have me.”

Lex grabs my face and holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “We better make it count, then.”

He bends me over the sofa, giving him a perfect view of my pussy, still dripping with Eli’s cum. Lex’s fingers feel like flames licking down my spine, stopping to rest on my tattoo. A tattoo that he gave me. A tattoo that was supposed to signify our commitment to each other.