Page 54 of Phobia
He spat into his palm and reached between us, stroking both of us at the same time. Moaning into his mouth, I twined my arms around his neck and plunged my tongue deeper, caressing his with mine. I thrust up into his hand and rolled my hips, changing the pressure and the angle of how our cocks rubbed against each other.
“Fuck, Jame,” Larkin breathed, releasing his hold so he could brace himself above me with both arms, alleviating some of his weight. He might have thought he was crushing me, but I wanted it. I wanted to feel him against me.
“You gonna come?” I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, squeezing it and pulling him closer.
He nodded frantically and dropped to his elbows, slanting his mouth over mine.
We rocked against each other, faster and faster, thrusting and swiveling, until our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy comforter. Each breath grew more and more ragged and our kisses turned sloppy in desperation.
As much as I wanted him to come first for a change, I couldn’t help the swell building inside of me, nor could I stop it once it finally unleashed, jetting all over my abs.
Swiping a handful of cum off my stomach, I gripped Larkin’s cock and jacked him with the makeshift lube, hard and fast the way he preferred to finish.
He seized my face in both hands and kissed me hotly, fucking my mouth with his tongue as he fucked himself in my fist. It wasn’t long before the first spurt of cum shot across my hand, smearing across my stomach and mixing with what was already there.
Pressing his forehead against mine, Larkin closed his eyes and swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath.
“I love you,” I whispered, brushing my nose against his.
“I love you more.” His eyes opened as he spoke and he gave me one of his heart-stopping smiles.
Deep down, I knew he was nothing like his father and I admonished myself for ever doubting him.
***
A silvery glow bled through my eyelids, slicing into my peaceful haze of sleep.
“Dude, turn your brightness down,” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes tighter while swatting blindly at Larkin and his cell phone.
He didn’t answer or even grunt an apology.
“Why are you awake, anyway?” I scrunched my pillow under my head and settled down again, but the brightness behind my closed eyes hadn’t diminished. “Are you ok?”
Still, no answer.
I opened my eyes only to see Larkin was fast asleep, one arm tucked under his head and the other stretched toward me. Neither held his cell phone. A quick glance confirmed it was still charging on the nightstand behind him.
A cold sweat broke out along the back of my neck.
The silvery glow shifted in my periphery, at the foot of the bed.
My heart hammered. Blood rushed to my head, making it hard to hear anything above the spastic whooshing and thumping in my ears.
The heavy feeling of an unseen gaze crushed me and that damn glow could have only meant one thing.
It was a ghost.
Did I turn and face it? Did I wake Larkin? There had been a few times I’d encountered a ghost around him, but never at home, never while I was fucking asleep! Since the dorms were part of university housing, the facilities and grounds crew kept the buildings warded. So how did it get in here?
“Mortem obire,” I whispered out loud.
The glow didn’t abate.
Turning my head slowly, I clutched the comforter and steeled myself.
It washim. The stranger. There was no mistaking the ugly scar that ran down the side of his face or the scraggly dark beard that did a poor job of hiding it. Except, he wasn’t a stranger anymore. I knew who he was, though it was little comfort with him a mere four feet away from me.
Standing in the sliver of moonlight, he glared at me, his face as monstrous as it wasthatnight.
