Free Ghost's Dilemma by Morwen Navarre Page A

until his fingers fit into the grooves of Ghost's ribs. He skated one thumb over a pink nipple and earned a squeak.
    Ghost's cheeks were already flushed as pink as his nipples. He gasped as Gerry tweaked one tight nub. Ghost's cock jumped, smearing precome as the head brushed against Gerry's belly.
    "What's your pleasure tonight?" Gerry murmured. He watched Ghost's eyes widen a fraction. "I'm going to make love to you, but how do you want me?"
    Ghost offered up a breathless laugh and wriggled free of Gerry. He scrabbled around for the bottle on the bedside table. He handed the oil to Gerry with a wicked smile. He turned and crouched on his knees and elbows, presenting his rounded cheeks. Ghost glanced over his shoulder, and Gerry was struck again at how well he managed both innocence and wanton welcome at the same moment.
    "I like you to take me like this," Ghost said, his voice husky. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down Gerry's spine, as clear a signal of desire as Ghost's promise to wait in their bed naked. A promise he had fulfilled.
    A noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaped Gerry. He opened the oil and dribbled a generous amount on his fingers. He coated Ghost's tight entrance and could feel Ghost's hole quivering as he stroked, the muscle responding to his touch. Ghost pressed back just enough, and Gerry let one finger breach his precious Ghost. Gerry's reward was a mewl as Ghost bowed his back and raised his ass up, dropping his chest closer to the bed.
    "Oh, like this," Ghost whispered. He turned his head to peer at Gerry, eyes smoldering with lust. "Just like this."
    For once, Ghost didn't beg Gerry to hurry, or insist he couldn't wait while Gerry prepared him. He watched Gerry with those shimmering eyes, darker now in the dimness of the room, but he held his position. Gerry marveled at Ghost's restraint but attributed it to Ghost's concern over the village. Ghost needed to forget his fears for this little while.
    Ghost's breath hitched when Gerry hooked his fingers, rubbing the spot that made Ghost's purr escalate to a yowl. Gerry's balls drew up in response, and he couldn't wait a moment longer. He dribbled a little more oil on his fingers and coated his cock well, his precome mixing with the oil.
    "My precious Ghost," Gerry whispered. His fingers gripped Ghost's alabaster cheeks, thumbs delving deep to spread the hole.
    "Yes, please," Ghost begged. Gerry's cock jumped at the pure need in the husky plea.
    Gerry nudged forward, slow and deliberate, and growled as the head of his cock sank in past Ghost's outer ring. Ghost pushed back with a whimper of lusty desire. Ghost's thighs trembled as Gerry eased in farther. Gerry paused, as he always did, wanting to give Ghost a chance to adjust to the intrusion. Ghost huffed a breath and nodded.
    "Feels so good. I'm ready, Gerry. Move for me. I want to feel you move in me."
    Gerry eased in a little more with short, gentle thrusts and heard Ghost hiss in pleasure. He wrapped his arm around Ghost's chest and sat back on his heels, pulling Ghost with him. He settled Ghost onto his thighs. Gerry's hands skated down to wrap around Ghost's hips.
    "What are you--" Ghost's question broke off in a moan as Gerry rocked him a fraction, and Gerry's cock moved inside him.
    "You like this?" Gerry whispered. Ghost's hair tickled Gerry's chest as Ghost nodded. "It's even better like this. You'll see."
    Gerry guided Ghost up with firm hands around his hips and lifted Ghost off his cock until only the head remained inside. Gerry lowered Ghost, and Ghost let out a soft cry signaling Gerry's cock had hit the precise spot at his core.
    Gerry continued to guide Ghost until they found an easy rhythm. Gerry reached around to wrap one hand around Ghost's cock. Ghost's slick precome dribbled down the shaft from the dusky head. Gerry stroked Ghost's cock and slid his thumb over the slit. He looked over Ghost's shoulder and saw the precome he’d smeared glistening in the faint light