30. Luna

30

Luna

I shouldn’t be turned on by my boyfriend stalking me, but I am.

Ghost ignored me for so long that I was worried he wasn’t interested. The truth is, he can’t get enough. He needs his eyes on me at all times, and I want that.

We stumble into his bedroom, and he kicks the door shut, watching me back up to his bed. He slowly peels his cut off his shoulders, hanging it on the back of a chair.

“It smells like you in my room.” He rips his T-shirt off next.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Never.” Stalking up to me, he dips down, scooping my thighs up and pinning me back down on the bed. “I want to spend all night breathing you in.”

He kisses the path down my throat to my chest. Peeling off my shirt, he licks and nips at my skin down between my breasts. He continues until he’s burying his face between my legs, inhaling.

“Everything about you smells like heaven.” He pops the button on my jeans, dragging them down my legs with my underwear. “Tastes like heaven.”

He widens my knees and licks my pussy.

“Marcus.”

“Mm-hmm, I’ve got you, little owl.”

Something about him using that nickname feels forbidden. Like a secret that’s been revealed. Something dirty I shouldn’t want, but I do.

“I need you, Marcus.”

“Say my name again.”

“Marcus.”

“You’re the only girl allowed to call me that.” His tongue laps at my clit. “The only one allowed to scream my name. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” I dig my fingers in his hair, no longer resisting that I need him with every bone in my body.

His cool blue eyes watch me as he fucks me with his tongue, and I never want them off me.

“Wait.” I lift up on my elbows, and he immediately pulls back.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, sorry.” I feel bad for worrying him. “It’s not that. But I have a question. Do you have cameras in here?”

Ghost’s jaw tenses, and I sense he’s hesitant to answer, which is probably why he nods just barely in response.

“Where? ”

He glances up at the corner of the curtain rod, slowly shifting his gaze around the room and pausing at a couple of other spots. “Everywhere. But I can—”

“Good,” I cut him off, smirking. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

“Later?”

I glance over at the television. “Right now.”

The wicked gleam that flashes in his eyes has my insides fluttering. Ghost climbs off the bed and reaches into his back pocket for his phone. The glow from the screen lights up his strong jawline as he clicks through it. He selects something, and then the television switches on, casting light into the room.

There must be a camera in the center of the framed mirror above his dresser because that’s the only angle that makes sense with what I’m seeing. On the television is a clear view of the bed, where I’m stretched out naked.

“Better?” he asks, following my gaze to where I’m watching the live feed of the bedroom.

I tip my knees open, trailing my fingers down my stomach and sliding them over my pussy. “Much better.”

The image on the television is so clear I can see my excitement.

I drive a finger in, and Ghost groans, not tearing his attention from the screen. He grips his cock through his pants, watching me play with myself. Slowly, he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off.

“Is this what you like watching?” I ask as he walks toward the bed with his thick cock heavy in his hand .

“Absolutely.” He climbs over me and drips a bead of cum on my pussy.

I drive my fingers deeper as he hovers, pleasuring himself.

“Did you watch me do this in the middle of the night, Ghost? Did you stroke your cock while I lay in my bed pleasuring myself?”

His jaw tenses, and he nods.

“Good.” I wet my lips, glancing at the screen and imagining him seeing me doing what I’m doing right now. “I was thinking about you too.”

“Don’t tease me, Luna.”

“I’m not.” I look at him, pulling my fingers out and wrapping them around his cock. “I was imagining you sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and flipping me over to fuck me.”

“Like this?” He grabs my hips, and the room spins on its axis as he flips me around.

Planting me on all fours, he rotates me so I’m facing the camera. And from this angle, I can see the image of us on the screen as he kneels behind me.

“Yes.” I nearly choke on the word. “Like this.”

Ghost rubs his cock over my center, wrapping my hair around his fist with the other hand. “Want to know what I imagined?”

“Ye—”

The word doesn’t make it out as he drives into me. His tug on my hair forces my back to arch so I can see my face contort with his brutal thrust.

“I pictured this.” He pulls almost all the way out, pumping in again and making my tits bounce with the force. “You on your hands and knees, begging for my cock. You taking every inch of me like the good girl you are. And when your fingers picked up the pace, and your mouth parted as you came…”

He pulls back, angling his hips to ease a little deeper on his next thrust.

“I stroked my cock and pictured myself filling your pretty mouth. I imagined my cum dripping from your lips. Painting your tits and streaking your chest. I imagined marking you as mine.”

“I am yours.”

“Yes, you are.” He smirks, thrusting his hips forward and making me lose my breath. “And you’re never escaping me now, Luna. I’ll always be watching. You’re the only thing worth looking at.”

Ghost pulls out again, leaving the head of his cock inside me as he angles his chin down and spits. It drips down my ass and pussy as he shoves his thick cock deep. The entire time, he watches me through the screen. And with the camera feed, I can see everything.

The hard, muscled planes of his chest and arms flex with his every movement. The sight of him is intoxicating.

Us together is something I could stare at all night.

Ghost wraps a hand around my body and finds my clit, flicking it back and forth until my eyes are rolling back, and I can’t see straight to watch us. Our figures blur on the screen with the pleasure coursing through me .

I think about the things we’ve done in the clubhouse, the videos Ghost has of us. We’ll add this to them and watch it over and over. My man claiming me.

My eyelashes flutter as Ghost works my clit. He widens his knees to strike me at a different angle, and I’m bursting at the seams. My eyes open to watch him on the screen, and he doesn’t look away as he fucks me hard and deep, sending my climax ricocheting through every nerve.

My body tenses, and I grip him so hard it makes his jaw tick. With the camera on us, there’s no hiding from the truth of what we do to each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ghost pumps his hips. “My greatest sin.”

And he’s mine.

I accept it.

We watch each other on the screen, and I remember the first time I saw him. I remember every conversation. From the ones where we were us to the ones where we hid behind screen names. We split our souls and share them with each other.

Ghost pulls my hair harder, arching my back even more so he can get deeper, and my chest bounces with each thrust. My neck stretches as I take him. And when his fingers dig into my hip, I know he’s close.

I watch Ghost as his thrusts start to deepen to the point where I can barely take him. I’m still so sensitive from my own climax I can’t breathe.

He shifts his angle again, and his thrusts get uneven .

But right before he comes, he pulls back, sliding his cock out of me and grabbing it with his palm to stroke it. He grunts as his release shoots all over my ass and back. He covers me with warm ropes of cum, and I watch every second of it.

“You’re mine.” Ghost lets go of his cock to stroke his fingers through his release, painting it over my skin. “The only name that belongs on your back is mine.”

And that’s when I realize he’s drawing the letters of Ghost on my back with his cum.

“Only mine.” He crosses the T .

“Only yours.”