Page 88 of Ghost Ribbon

I was. Dead serious.

“Two.”

Marco’s throat bobbed. He took one tiny step backward, the heel of his shoe brushing the edge of the nearest blanket. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

“Three.”

The second my foot shifted, Marco spun. He tried to bolt for the door. But his foot caught the thick folded edge of one of the dark blankets someone had so thoughtfully spread out. He stumbled hard, arms flying out, a startled sound ripping from his throat as he went down.

He hit the pile of pillows and layered blankets on his hands and knees with a thud. The cream top rode all the way up his back, exposing the elegant line of his spine and the upper curve of his ass in those loose dark pants. For one perfect second he stayed like that - ass up, back arched, completely vulnerable - before he tried to scramble forward again.

“Four.”

I was already there. My hand shot out and closed around his slim ankle like a cuff. I yanked. Hard. He slid backward across the blankets with a choked gasp, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the fabric and finding none. I dragged him the last few feet until he was right where I wanted him - sprawled and panting at my feet.

“Five.”

I flipped him onto his back, using my grip on his ankle and the weight of my body to roll him over.

“Too late, Malyshka,” I growled as I crawled over him, planting one knee between his spread thighs and caging his head between my hands. “It’s time for me to show you exactly what being ‘mine’ means.”

His breathing was frantic now. I could see the outline of his nipples, already tight from the wind and the fear-roughened arousal twisting through him. His lips were parted, and when I leaned down to drag my thumb across the lower one he made a tiny sound that went straight to my cock.

Both hands went to the hem of that top. I shoved it upward, exposing the warm plane of his stomach. My palms slid over it, feeling every shiver. I pushed higher, bunching the fabric under his arms, and leaned down to mouth at the newly bared skin. I licked a filthy stripe from just above his navel up to the center of his chest, then closed my teeth around one nipple and sucked hard.

Marco’s whole body jerked. A high sound tore out of him and his hands flew up to my shoulders. I bit down just enough to make him feel it, then soothed the sting with my tongue before moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

“Alexei—” His voice cracked on my name. “I— I can’t—”

“You can,” I rasped against his skin, licking another circle around the abused nipple.

I yanked the top the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere into the darkness near the telescopes. Now he was bare from the waist up, skin glowing in the light, nipples dark and wet and peaked.

“These too.” My hands went to the waistband of his pants. I popped the button, dragged the zipper down. I hooked my fingers into both the pants and the simple black underwear beneath and pulled everything down in one motion.

Marco lifted his hips to help, or maybe because his body was moving on instinct now, and his cock sprang free, already leaking. I pulled the pants and underwear all the way off, over his knees, past his ankles. Everything landed in a careless pile beside the blankets.

And then he was naked.

Completely, beautifully, devastatingly naked under the open sky.

I sat back and stared, cock throbbing so hard I had to reach down and squeeze myself through my trousers just to stay in control. Marco’s body was slim and elegant in a way that was just fucking otherworldly.

“Fuck,” I breathed, voice wrecked.

I ran my palms up his inner thighs, spreading him wider. He was trembling, but he didn’t try to close his legs. His hands fisted in the blankets beside his head.

I leaned down and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock from base to tip. When I sucked the head into my mouth, tongue pressing against the slit to lap up the precum, Marco’s back arched hard off the blankets with a moan. His hands flew to my hair.

I pulled off with a wet pop and spit on my fingers, reaching down between his legs without breaking eye contact. I circled his hole with one fingertip, pressing just enough to feel the tight ring flutter and give.

“So fucking tight,” I growled.

I added a second finger right away, scissoring gently, stretching him while I sucked one of his nipples back into my mouth. Marco was panting hard now. His hole clenched rhythmically around my fingers, and every time I brushed his prostate his cock leaked onto his stomach.

I pulled my fingers out to spit on them again, then pushed three back in, slower this time, giving him time to adjust. The stretch made him whine - high and startled and so fucking sweet - but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his thighs fell open wider, offering himself.

“Alexei….it’s too much—” His voice was wrecked, but his hips were rocking down onto my fingers like he needed more.