Page 62 of Ghost Ribbon

He obeyed, mouth falling open. I could see the mess I had left inside, some of my cum still coating his tongue.

I dragged my thumb across his lower lip, smearing the mess.

“Swallow what’s left.”

Marco closed his mouth and swallowed visibly, throat bobbing. His eyes never left mine.

When he opened his mouth again to show me it was gone, I felt a satisfied curl of possession in my chest.

“Good boy,” I murmured. I stroked his messy curls gently.

I tucked myself back into my pants with one hand, never taking my eyes off him.

Then I reached down, grabbed him under the arms, and hauled him up to his feet. He stumbled, legs shaky, and I pushed him back against the wall again. I crouched, tugging his underwear and pants back up his thighs. He was still trembling, so I kept one hand on his hip to steady him while I zipped and buttoned him up. I wiped the worst of the mess from his chin with my thumb, then used the sleeve of my shirt to clean the rest from his lips and jaw. His curls were a disaster. I ran my fingers through them again, trying to smooth them back into some semblance of order, though the ribbons were long gone and the dark strands stuck to his damp forehead.

When he looked halfway presentable again, flushed and dazed but no longer obviously fucked out, I straightened up and cupped his jaw, tilting his face toward mine.

“Well done,” I praised. “You took everything I gave you.”

I leaned in and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue.

“Fix your face. We’re leaving.”

I stepped back, giving him a moment to compose himself. He wiped at his eyes with shaky fingers and tried to smooth his shirt. When he finally looked steady enough, I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Chapter 18 - Marco

By the time I stumbled through the front door, my mom was in the kitchen humming, but I mumbled something about homework and bolted straight upstairs before she could get a good look at me.

I kicked my bedroom door shut, dropped my backpack somewhere near the desk, and face-planted onto my bed like a dead weight.

The second my face hit the pillow I let out a muffled, mortified scream into the fabric.

I couldn’t believe I had done that today.

I had a dick in my mouth. The Devil’s dick. Alexei Morozov’s actual dick was in my mouth and I swallowed like some kind of slut.

I kicked my feet against the mattress, face burning so hot I thought I might spontaneously combust.

I was going to hell. I let the Void King face-fuck me in a janitor closet and I liked it. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with me?

My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I froze.

Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him.

I peeked through my fingers. The screen lit up with a new message from A.

My stomach dropped.

I reached for the phone with trembling hands and opened the chat.

A: You looked so pretty on your knees, Malyshka.

A: Are you thinking of me?

A: Still taste me on your tongue?

I made a strangled noise and dropped the phone onto my chest.