Page 34 of Squad Ghouls

Ryan removed said tongue only to say, “Fuck I want to bend you over right now and show you…”

“I have a fitting room,” Ed interjected, reminding both of us that he was in fact, still standing right there. While my cheeks burned, he appeared remarkably placid about the whole affair occurring in his booth. In fact, he pointed to a tiny, tent-like structure behind him. “Sometimes my clients want to see if the artisan cock is similar enough to the real thing. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to use it to, uh, let off a little steam. As long as we keep this discreet, of course.”

I sucked a breath in and looked up into Ryan’s eyes. He quirked a brow as he searched my face, but all I could do was let out the quietest little moan. It seemed to be enough for him.

He gripped me tighter around the waist and pulled me into the tent, the flaps closing behind us with a soft rustle.

He dropped the bags in his hands and turned to me, grabbing two handfuls of my bum and pulling me close. My cock was already rock hard in my shorts—I don’t think it had fully gone soft all morning—and I could feel his answering stiffness against my hip.

“Tell me about that dream,” he said, kneading my bum and lifting me up on my toes so I could rub against him. It made me want to die it felt so good. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder, shamelessly rutting. My arms went around his neck and all of my weight sagged against him.

“Tell me,” he said again, but my brain wasn’t really working. I was nothing but exposed nerve endings and need.

“Fingers…” I managed as he lifted my thigh to wrap it around his hip, lining us up even closer.

“I had my fingers in you, love?” He snuck a hand up my thigh and under the hem of my shorts.

The fingers I’d dreamed about worked their way into my underwear, easily finding their way to the crease of my arse.

“Here?” he asked and I pushed back, seeking the warmth of his touch. I found the collar of his shirt and bit down to stop myself from being loud.

His fingers dove, finding my hole and pushing softly against it.

“I don’t have anything with me, love,” he said. “I can’t do what I want, but fuck, I’m gonna make you come however I can.”

“Won’t take long,” I gasped, eyes rolling when the tip of one finger breached my entrance. It was dry and a bit uncomfortable, but it was exactly how I had dreamed it and that made the sting of pleasure triple.

I felt his cock against mine, long and hard, and I could swear the heat from it was seeping through our clothes.

“My desperate little thing,” he whispered, lowering his head to mouth at my neck.

As electric as that felt, my mouth felt empty.

“Kiss me,” I keened and he obliged instantly. His lips found mine, his tongue invading. Teeth clashed and I forgot to breathe, delirious with desire.

I was torn between pushing back against that finger still teasing my hole and rutting forward into his length. It wasn’t enough. I knew it wouldn’t be.

“Wanna touch.” I broke the kiss, pushing my hands between us to grab at the zipper on his overalls. I tore at the teeth like they were my personal enemies, shoving my hand inside when they finally succumbed to my attack.

I found him hot and pulsing, no underwear again, and I gratefully wrapped my fingers around him, the feeling better than any dream I could have conjured.

The sounds from the market snuck inside the tent, people going about their business, people with lives that didn’t include this much pleasure.

“Fuck, love,” Ryan said as I jacked him. “Fuck.”

His fingers worked my opening as I fisted him harder. He was longer under my touch than he’d looked the first and only time I’d seen him. I wanted to taste. To sit on it. To claim.

But we had no time. And no privacy here. This had to be quick. Take the edge off, Ed said.

“Close,” Ryan groaned, and I was right there with him.

Just needed something. Just a tiny bit to tip me over.

I reached for the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down and hooking the elastic under my aching balls. I lined our cocks up together and gripped them both in my hand.

Warm skin against warm skin. Pale pink against a delicious darker tan.

And that was it. That was what did it.