Ghosts of Halloween: Chapter 55

I wake up hard and horny, with my dick nestled between Harlow’s ass cheeks. Even before my brain is fully awake, I groan and flex my hips, hunting for friction.

And fuck, yesterday I thought the sex was amazing, and it was, but this? Everything feels so much more immediate, more textured and delicious now that I’m back to life.

Caden lies on the other side of Harlow, facing her, his hand on her hip. He breathes deeply, his face relaxed, mouth slightly open. Harlow doesn’t stir, either. They are both deep asleep, and on the one hand, I don’t want to wake them. On the other… I’m really fucking hard.

“You’re up, I see,” comes Silas’s amused voice. I turn just my head, refusing to let go of the wonderful feel of Harlow’s body pressed to my front. Silas wears a pair of gray joggers and nothing else, the lean muscles in his chest and stomach fully on display.

When I gape at him, my eyes fixing on his flexed abs, his grin widens, and he raises his arm, leaning sexily against the doorframe. My dick twitches against Harlow, and it’s… well, disturbing, sure. But as I get hornier by the second, I don’t even care.

Silas takes a sip from a steaming cup in his hand and nods at the bedside table. “There’s lube and condoms. Have fun.”

He crosses the room, sprawling in a comfy armchair by the window, his ankle propped on his knee. When I don’t move, he arches an eyebrow mockingly. “What are you waiting for?”

“You’ll just sit there?” I ask, not sure whether I’m disappointed or turned on that Silas will only watch us fucking. I think I’m both.

“I don’t know,” he drawls. “If I like what I see enough to join in, I might let you suck my cock while Caden eats your ass. But you have to entice me first.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I say under my breath, lying back so he doesn’t see my face, because I’m certain I’m bright red. I don’t even understand why the things he said get me so worked up, but my cock is as hard as steel, and it takes all I’ve got not to slam into Harlow and fuck her while thinking about what Silas’s dick tastes like.

I don’t think I do a good job hiding the extent of my reaction, because Silas chuckles quietly, the sound making my cock twitch against Harlow. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Don’t be ashamed, Jack,” he says, and I can clearly hear the unhinged glee in his quiet voice, though his words are comforting. “You saw me yesterday. I didn’t even consider fucking a woman before, but I did that with Harlow, and I’ll do it again. It’s the four of us forever now. We’re together. It’s okay.”

I lie there in silence, processing this. Fuck, I’ve never actually considered sucking a dick before, but now, it’s the only thing I can think about. It’s killing me. A part of me wants to crawl out of bed and go to Silas, but… Fuck, just imagining the smug look on his face makes me want to growl with frustration even as my dick bucks against Harlow.

“And really, haven’t you ever been curious?” Silas asks slyly. “You played a lot of basketball in high school, right? All those communal showers… You must have thought about it.”

I do my best to be still and quiet despite how my cock throbs, desperate for friction. Because maybe, sometimes, I might have stolen covert looks at Noah’s dick. But… It’s not like I wanted to fuck him, I think, frowning. I just wanted to look for, like, comparison purposes.

His dick was mighty fine. Also thicker than mine. But I’m pretty sure he was a shower, so there’s that.

Still, I am honest with myself enough to admit, just in the privacy of my mind, that I might have gotten the piercings to one-up him. Kind of. Noah wasn’t my only motivation, but… He figured somewhere in there.

It was a complicated decision, and I’m really glad I made it. Fucking is so much better with a Jacob’s ladder.

I wonder how it would feel fucking Caden’s ass. And then I shut my mouth tight, covering my eyes with my hand, because fuck. That thought just makes me harder.

“It’s okay, Jack,” Silas says in a surprisingly gentle tone. “We don’t have to do anything yet. But you need to fuck, yes? I can see you dripping all over our little angel there.”

I bite my lips closed to hold back a freaking moan because the way Silas talks makes me want to come. I can’t believe he has this freaking seductive power and is using it for evil, meaning corrupting me. He should narrate porn or something.

“And remember what Caden said last night?” Silas asks innocently after taking a sip of his coffee. “He told Harlow he’d make her come until she blacked out and then fuck her. And she said it was okay. She said to do anything we wanted. So, you see? You don’t even have to wake her up. Be a good boy, Jack, and fuck that cunt. You’ll get a point for every minute you last without waking her up.”

Jesus, I’m ready to fucking come. It feels like even just putting on a condom will make me burst, but if I actually want to fuck Harlow now, I have to do it. Might have been fine riding her bare when I was a ghost, but I’m pretty sure I could knock her up now. And she doesn’t want that.

I glance at her face, still so peaceful, looking so young and innocent in sleep. My gut tightens with tender love and I swallow thickly, because even just thinking about everything she’s been through makes me want to gather her in my arms and never let go.

And I will. I will hold her every day. Protect her from everything.

Feeling a bit more in control, I turn slowly on the bed, making sure not to jostle her, because I’m desperate for those points Silas wants to give me. It’s not like I’ll win anything, but I still want to rise to the challenge.

After putting on a condom, I gently roll back, stroking up her hip. Her ass is perfectly positioned, pushed back against me, and she still sleeps soundly. Her prosthetic is off, her stump resting over her chest, and that makes my heart swell bigger. I love her like this. Trusting, open, mine to take.

Fuck. I’m really doing this.

I press the head of my cock to her opening and wait with bated breath. The fact I’m doing it while she sleeps and with Silas watching makes it so fucking hot, I can’t wait. But I want those points, so I force myself to move at a glacial pace, inching inside her so slowly, it feels like torture.

But it’s also the best feeling in the world. Hot shivers run up my spine as my dick glides into her wet heat, the feel of her tight cunt so much better now that I’m alive.

I still can’t believe that she’s mine now. Well, ours, but it’s the same thing, because it’s just as Silas said. We’re all together now. Forever.

I can’t hold back a quiet hiss when my hips press to her ass, my cock completely buried and throbbing inside her. She still doesn’t move, her breathing calm and even, and I bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning as I begin the agonizingly slow process of pulling back.

I won’t be able to keep it up, but I’ll move slowly for as long as I can.

“You’re doing so well, Jack,” Silas says, and I feel the amused edge in his voice, but he also sounds kinda breathless. That makes me grin even as my balls tighten with pleasure at the praise.

Fuck. He really is too good at this. Makes me wonder what else he’s good at.

And that thought just makes my cock throb. I hiss when I thrust too fast in my excitement, and Harlow mutters something in her sleep, arching her back against me. I freeze, staring at her face, but she only smacks her lips and goes back to sleep, breathing deeply.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my hand on her hip trembling.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Silas asks in a low voice, and I slam my eyes shut, my entire body tight with the effort of not moving. When I finally have myself mostly under control, I go back to fucking Harlow agonizingly slowly. It’s hard, though. Her pussy grows hotter around me, relaxing slightly as she lets me in deeper. She’s slicker, too, her wetness spilling out until it coats the hair at the root of my cock, and I have to grit my teeth not to slam inside her like a maniac.

When she sighs in her sleep, pushing her ass against me, I bite my lip hard.

“You have six points already, Jack,” Silas says smugly, seeing my struggle. “Will you be a good boy and last until ten?”

“Not if you keep talking to me,” I say in a shaky voice, because fuck. I don’t give a damn. This blinding horniness makes me give up my pride completely.

“Easy, puppy,” he says, standing up, and that just makes me want to scream. Why, WHY is this so fucking good? How does he know exactly what to say?! “You’re doing very well. You can do it, Jack.”

He crouches behind me, his head level with mine, and when he slowly slides his fingers up my arm, I have to bite my tongue really hard not to moan. I’m shaking, and it gets harder to control. Soon, I’ll be trembling so hard, Harlow will wake up. Jesus.

“S-Silas,” I grit out, frozen, my dick buried deep in Harlow’s hot cunt, throbbing with a blinding need to come.

“Mmm, that’s my name, puppy,” he says, smoothing his fingers up my shoulder. He doesn’t sound like he’s laughing anymore, and that makes me relieved. I couldn’t handle it if it was just a game to Silas when I’m about to be ripped fucking open in front of him.

Because I want him. I really fucking want to taste his dick.

I want it enough to actually ask for it.