Page 43 of Phantom Faceoff
“Be specific.”
I specifically want us to fuck on this bench.
I don’t say that because I don’t want to scare him away.
I take a deep breath and grip the edge of the bench seat with both hands.
“Kiss me.”
Malachi shudders. He eyes me. Stares for an uncomfortable amount of time. A hand rises to the back of my neck.
“How do you ask?”
Something in me cracks. As he leans closer, holds me tighter, a part of me comes loose.
“Please kiss me … Daddy.”
Surprise flashes in Malachi’s eyes.
Then, something deeper. Something almost primal.
“Good boy.” The words are whispered so quiet, I can almost convince myself I made them up, but the streak of satisfaction they pave in me is all too real.
Malachi closes his mouth over mine, hesitant for only a second before he’s nipping at my lips and taking the tiny gasp I make as permission to thrust his tongue inside.
Our last kiss was somewhat romantic, a deep maroon.
This one is frantic, silver and gold, and black and white.
The little bit of space between our bodies closes. Malachi fits himself between my knees, chest to chest. My growing erection presses into his stomach, but it doesn’t startle him away.
If anything, it encourages him. The kiss deepens, darkens. The hand on my hip slides to my thigh, inching just beneath the towel.
I throw my hands up to grip his sleeves.
Stop. Keep going. Wait
I don’t know what I mean.
His fingernails bite into my thigh, and his mouth pulls from mine. Not far. To my jaw. Kisses a path to my ear.
“I think that’s enough.”
No. Not again.
I open my mouth to protest, but what comes out is an honest to god whimper.
His lips form a smile on my skin. “For now, Wildfire. For now.”
Not forever.
I exhale, and it must be dramatic, because he chuckles. When he pulls away, his cheeks are a deep crimson, and whatever facade he’d put on is peeled away. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and I can’t imagine mine look much better.
“You like it,” I say lowly. “Being called …” I can’t finish because if I do, I might lose myself and ask him to touch me more.
When he breathes out, he rests his forehead on mine, letting out a loud huff. “You liked it, too.”
I did.
