Page 147 of Squad Ghouls

Another heart drawn with the handle right over the reddened skin.

Another sting. Then another love letter.

I was sobbing and pleading, so hard I was certain I’d hurt myself if I didn’t get to come soon.

“I’ve got you,” I heard him say, and then there were wet, slippery fingers inside me. The burn on my cheeks distracted me from the pain of being stretched and open and owned. I was jostled when he lifted his hips to pull his pants down. I grumbled and whined, holding on so tightly he wouldn’t have been able to put me down even if he’d wanted to.

He was pushing inside me between one breath and the next, sitting me down on his cock in one smooth glide that made me see stars.

The spoon came back.

Every thrust was followed by a tiny zing, every brush against my prostate enhanced by the burn. I was flying.

I was dying.

I was sure I was destroying my vocal cords with all the screaming, but I couldn’t stop. He was everywhere. He was everything. And he was mine.

My cock was trapped between our bodies, hard and aching. My arms were around his neck, fistfuls of his shirt and hair and skin between my fingers.

I bit him on the shoulder. I pleaded with him to go faster. To go harder. To stop. To never stop.

He gave me everything I asked for.

Between screams and sobs I felt myself being lifted, turned, and placed on my hands and knees, head pressed into the damp blankets. Then he was inside me again, kneeling behind me, pulling me towards him as his hips snapped forward.

There was grunting, swearing. And then he speared me as deeply as he could, holding me there as he pulsed and released inside me. Another smack of the spoon against my skin reverberated through me and that, combined with the feeling of him coming sent me over the edge.

I screamed his name. My body locked in a spasm so fierce my muscles ached.

I saw fireworks behind my closed eyelids. Heard them whizzing and whooshing and exploding. Too close. Too loud.

Too…I opened my eyes…real.

I straightened up, still impaled on Ryan’s cock, his hands on my hips keeping me from rolling off the cliff.

“What?” I asked dumbly as colourful sparks flew from Barth’s ship into the sky. They broke into millions of shiny specks, raining down over the sea in front of us.

I could hear the crew chanting and applauding, and the smoke from the fireworks arranged itself into something familiar.

“Nailed it!” Ryan pumped a fist in the air as the smoke settled.

10/10

“You did.” I smiled before exhaustion took me over and I slumped into his arms.

He caught me easily, cradling me to his chest. He cleaned us up and tucked us both back into our clothes before settling down to just hold me.

He kissed the side of my head, my hair, my neck. He ran his hands over me. Made sure I was okay.

Told me he loved me.

My heart screamed with joy.

And for once in my life…I let it. Because I knew it was finally safe.

twenty-seven

Epilogue