Page 23 of Purrfectly Haunted

“Oh fuck... Ewan...” I warn.

“James...” he begs again.

I’m not sure what he wants me to do, but I’m pretty sure it’s the ghost’s ability affecting us, and we’ll regret it later. We should have heeded Shirley’s warning.

We’re in a pickle, I think. Understatement of the century, James. A very hot pickle.

Ewan catches my little finger between his teeth, and I groan as shivers rake my entire body. I should pull my hand away... I really should.

He sucks my finger inside his mouth, and it’s warm and wet and so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Ewan. You’re killing me...”

He appears too far gone to stop, and I might be, too. His eyes are half-lidded, and he’s drooling as he switches to my middle finger and sucks it. He moans shamelessly, and holy shit it sounds like music to my ears. His large hands are on my overalls, hanging on for dear life.

The way he’s licking and sucking my fingers while on his knees...

“Do you have an oral fixation, big guy?” I say.

Ewan whines and intensifies his efforts. His tongue feels amazing, and I can’t stop imagining it on my cock, so much so that I can’t help but rub my other hand on my bulge.

“I’m sorry... I’m..." he moans, thrusting his hips.

I push my foot against the evident erection tenting the front of his overalls. He whines and rubs himself on my shoe while sucking my finger deeper. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to grab his hair and bury my cock between his lips.

God, he’s such a fucking snack...

Ewan jerks and gasps, eyes tightly shut.

Oh wow, is he coming?

My breath hitches as I imagine the wet and sticky mess inside his boxer briefs. I want to rip his clothes off and taste him.

This is bad... this is bad...

He sobs—fucking sobs!—and drops his head on my thigh, appearing lost in a haze of pleasure. He looks adorable and almost well-fucked.

Holy shit I want to fuck him so bad.

This is bad bad bad...

“Ewan, go,” I growl.

Something in my tone makes him flinch, and he looks up. “James... I—”

“Go, now!” I order.

He appears shocked now, as if realizing what he just did. But I’m dangerously close to losing it, too. We’re not ourselves right now, and the ghost is messing with us. I don’t want to fuck him in the library. I’m not even sure if he’s gay or bi. It would be like fucking under the influence of a drug. No matter how good it feels right now, I’d never be able to look at myself in the mirror afterwards.

Ewan gets on his feet shakily and runs away. My hand grazes his back, and I almost catch him. If I succeeded, I might have pushed him back on his knees and plunged my cock between his soft lips.

Thankfully, he makes it out of the library.

I close my eyes, defeated and so damn horny it hurts.

A pretty laugh echoes beyond the bookshelves. “You spoilsport,” the Lady in Red says.

“Fuck you!” I roar.