Page 27 of Savored Sins
AUTUMN
My heart’s racing as I wait for Zeke’s answer. There’s a part of me that can’t believe I just asked him that—but honestly, this entire situation is so incredibly unbelievable to begin with, it feels like anything’s game.
Zeke grins at me from below. “You bet, hot stuff.”
He reaches down, hand hovering somewhere above his rock hard dick. Although I can’t tell exactly what’s going on, his hands look like they’re gripping something invisible. Like they’re tangled in somebody’s hair—which they probably are.
Until now, I haven’t let myself steal more than a glance at Zeke’s anatomy—not because I’m shy, but because I was honestly afraid of finding him even more tempting than I already do. Which is exactly what happened the second I kissed him, felt his tongue sweep through my mouth. There’s still the fact that he’s way too young. That he’s kind of a player. That he’s Will’s littlebrother.
So while I’m too turned on now tonotstare at his long, smooth cock, I’m also not going to go all hands-on. It’s going to be weird enough looking Lydia in the face knowing I’ve seen her future brother-in-law get sucked off by some invisible woman. Imay be super wet, but no way am I getting myself more involved here.
“Fuck,” Zeke murmurs, his back arching.
There’s a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window, and it falls across Zeke’s midsection. I see the way his abs clench, his hips flexing as he drives his cock up into some unseen mouth. It’s all so bizarre, but holyhellis it hot.
I trace my fingers lightly along Zeke’s collarbone. His breaths are heavy. His grip in what I assume is long, silky hair strengthens, and his hips thrust harder. Faster.
“I’m getting close,” Zeke growls. “Just… a little longer…”
The rasp in his voice is sexy as fuck, and I have to resist the urge to lean over and kiss the hell out of him. But I hang back. I don’t want to bother him. Get in his way.
“Kiss me,” Zeke demands.
Well, then.
I’m about to lean down again, but before I can, he’s got my face in his hands and is biting down on my lip so hard it almost makes me yelp. But the stab of pain fades quickly, and in its place there’s only Zeke, giving me the most electric kiss I’ve ever had as he groans into my mouth.
With my lips still on his, I look up to see he’s now grabbed his cock and is tugging it as he kisses me. As his dick pulses beneath his grip, cum streams from the tip and spills onto his chiseled, moonlit stomach.
He lies like that for a moment, eyes closed and head in my lap, chest heaving as his heart rate comes down. Then his eyes flutter open and he grins.
“God damn.”
I laugh softly. “Was it good?”
“Yeah, it wasfire.”
“Good. Is she… still here?”
Zeke nods, raising his head and casting his grin toward someone I can’t see. He pushes up onto his elbows and I slide out from under him, going to grab a box of tissues from across the room so Zeke can wipe himself off.
When he’s clean, he pulls his boxers and jeans back up over his hips and zips his fly, leaving the button undone. He runs a hand through his tousled, blond hair. “So, uh. Wow. Okay, things took a turn there. You okay if we try this again a different night—talkingto you, I mean?”
It takes me a second to realize he’s talking to the ghost—not me. The ghost must have nodded or something, because Zeke says, “Perfect. I’ll come back later. And thanks—by the way. You’re good.”
He looks back to me. “She’s gone.”
“That fast? She just hit it and quit it?”
Zeke winks at me. “Maybe it’s ’cause I didn’t win the 12-inch dick award.”
“Stop it,” I snort. “You’re working with way more than enough.”
Because he is. He definitely is.
At this, Zeke laughs. “Oh, I know. I’m just messing with you, hot stuff. But really, I think she’s lonely. And horny. Nothing wrong with that.”
“No,” I agree as I get up to turn on the light. I sit back down on the rug. “Nothing wrong with that.”
