Page 99 of Ghost Ribbon

I still couldn’t look at him. If I looked at him right now, I didn’t know what my face would do. I didn’t trust it.

Marco settled back beside me as the sun sank lower.

And I sat there, undone by a kiss on the cheek from a boy who believed I had emotions, and didn’t know whether to be terrified or grateful that he might be right.

***

A few days had passed since that night, and I was a fucking mess. I became so clingy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. So when the weekend hit, at the ass crack of dawn, I climbed through his window.

The bathroom door clicked open and there he was, stepping out with nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips. He froze mid-step when he saw me, eyes going wide.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, panicked.

He moved fast, locking the bedroom door, probably so his parents wouldn’t hear if they wandered by. Cute. Like that was going to stop me.

I pulled the folded check from my jacket and put it down on his desk. “Came to bring you your payment.”

His gaze dropped to the paper. Then back to me. “What? What is this for?”

“Italian lessons.”

He stared at the check. “That’s too much. I can’t. That’s not—”

“Good,” I cut in, stepping right into his space until his back hit the edge of the desk. “Since it’s too much, you should add some additional services.”

He tried to step back but my hand fisted in his damp hair and I yanked him forward hard, crashing his body against mine. His breath punched out of him. I leaned in until my mouth brushed the shell of his ear.

“I’m dying to fuck you again, Malyshka.”

His whole body jerked. Eyes huge. “M-my parents are sleeping in the other room—”

I crashed my mouth onto his, tongue shoving past his lips, licking deep, tasting the mint of his toothpaste. He made a broken sound into my mouth and I swallowed it greedily. My free hand slid down, grabbed a handful of his ass through the towel, and squeezed hard, dragging him flush against the thick line of my cock already straining in my jeans.

When I finally tore my mouth away, he was panting. “Alexei, wait. My parents—they’ll hear—”

I spun him around fast, manhandling him until his chest faced the big mirror on the wall. I shoved him forward so his palms slapped flat against the glass. “Hands up.”

He obeyed on instinct, fingers splayed wide on the mirror, but his voice was frantic. “Alexei, please. My parents are right there. They’ll hear everything—”

I grabbed another fistful of his hair and yanked his head back hard, forcing him to look at his own reflection. My bigger body looming behind him like a shadow. My other hand slid around his waist, palm flat on his stomach, and I ground my clothed cock against the curve of his ass in one drag.

“Then you’ll have to be quiet, Malyshka,” I growled against his ear. “Or do you want them to wake up and find their boy bent over with his ass full of my cock? Hm?”

He shook his head fast, but his hips twitched back against me anyway. I grinned and bit the side of his neck. I licked over the mark, then sucked another one right below it, hidden enough, but he would feel it every time he moved.

I kept him pinned like that for a long minute, just grinding against his ass, letting the rough denim of my jeans drag over the thin towel. My hand in his hair stayed tight, controlling him, making him watch every second in the mirror.

My other hand roamed, sliding up under the edge of the towel to palm his bare hip, then higher, fingers brushing the base of his cock. He was already half-hard and leaking, the head of his dick leaving a damp spot on the fabric.

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay silent, but a tiny whimper escaped when I wrapped my fingers around his cock through the towel and gave him one stroke.

Then I grabbed the edge of the towel and ripped it off him in one yank, leaving him completely bare in front of the mirror. He gasped loud and tried to cover himself with his hands.

I slapped them back up against the mirror. “Hands stay where I put them.”

I stepped back just enough to drink him in, completely exposed while I was still fully dressed. The power of it made my cock throb painfully.

I reached down, unbuckled my belt with one hand, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down. My cock sprang free. I wrapped my fist around the base and gave myself one stroke, letting him watch in the mirror as a bead of precum welled up at the slit and spilled over, running down the head in a glossy trail.