Page 124 of Squad Ghouls

I didn’t stand a chance. I don’t know why I thought I did.

I bucked my hips up into his downward motion, the sounds loud in the room where we connected. Owain shouted his pleasure, holding on for dear life as I chased my orgasm and exploded inside him, shooting rope after rope and seeing stars in the process.

Owain moaned at the feeling, his movements getting even easier as my cum mixed with the lube. It wasn’t long until he was painting my stomach white.

He fell forward onto me, the only things keeping us upright the ropes on my wrists, which were starting to burn.

“Love?” I mumbled. “Little help?”

Owain popped his orgasm-drunk head up and made a small sound of acknowledgement before untying me. My arms regained some feeling, tingling all over as they fell like bricks to my sides.

It was fucking worth it though.

The score of 8/10 on the wall confirmed it. Though I would have personally given it a ten.

Owain wrestled me down into the pillows and I sighed in contentment as I gathered him close. My fingers found his hole and dipped inside.

Fuck, he was wet.

“Give me five minutes and I can go again,” I growled.

Owain moaned in protest but still pushed back into my hand. “I might need a bit more than five.”

“I have no plans for the rest of the day.”

Owain grinned tiredly, then gave me a searching look, propping his chin on my chest. “Are you sure you felt appreciated? I feel like that turned into something about me again.”

“Trust me, love. I just learned a lot about myself.”

Owain giggled and gave me a shy look. “Okay. As long as you’re sure.”

I answered with a long kiss, cupping the back of his head in my hand so he couldn’t sneak away.

As we basked in each other, trading more kisses and low words, there was a knock at the door.

“Just ignore it,” I said. “They’re killing the afterglow.”

Owain glanced over his shoulder. “But what if it’s important?”

“If it was important why wouldn’t they be in here already? It’s not like they care about privacy!”

“Let me just check.” Owain was already wiggling his way free of my death grip on him.

“We were gonna spoon!” I lamented.

“I promise to spoon you later,” Owain said, taking the sheet and scurrying across the floor, leaving me naked except the tank top still under my arms and a little cold now that the sex heat had worn off.

Then his words registered. I sat bolt upright. “Spoon you, not me!”

Owain ignored me and opened the door wide to reveal Popty, who was in human-ish form, wide holes where his eyes would be.

“Popty. What’s wrong?” Owain asked.

I grabbed a pillow to shove over my junk. “You probably already have my phone.”

That set Popty off on a series of pings that was louder than any I’d heard from him before.

We had to cover our ears.