Ghosts of Halloween: Christmas: Chapter 3

I let my legs fall wide open, arching my back for Caden. I trust him. He’s on top and in control now, and I’m grateful I can stay relaxed like this. I’m trying to be more vulnerable with him. Because I’ve learned my lesson. I know the end can come at any moment. We live on borrowed time as it is.

And I refuse to let my brokenness stop me. I will give Caden everything, and then I’ll do the same with Harlow and Jack.

But he’s first. My safe haven.

“Mmm, like this,” I murmur when he spreads my cheeks and licks up in a long, firm swipe. No teasing this time. Caden goes straight to business. “Fuck. You’re really good at this.”

He grunts in response, mouth busy pressing to my rim. He circles it slowly with his tongue, lips open in a searing kiss, and I arch higher, letting my body respond. Letting go more and more—as much as I can today.

As I press my ass into his mouth, my cock drags over the sheets, warm pleasure rocking me whole. I groan in satisfaction. My body relaxes even as tension blooms in my pelvis, my ass squeezing in response to friction. Fuck, it feels good. Languid and slow, so different from the way I usually fuck. So… domestic.

Caden makes a low, rumbling sound, letting me know how much he enjoys it. His hand gently cups my balls. I haven’t fucked anyone in days, even though I sleep with Harlow three nights a week. She gives me comfort and makes me feel safe, just like Caden, but I don’t feel like fucking her when it’s just the two of us. And I think that’s okay. I know I’ll want to when we’re all together. Maybe tonight.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe when Caden rolls my balls in his hand. His wet, hot mouth works my hole until my muscles flex and release. Fuck, this feels good. Maybe good enough to let him… But no. I tense up, my insides freezing for a moment. I release a shaky breath, letting go of the thought that I might let Caden fuck me.

Too soon.

He misses nothing, though, so he pulls away with a slow kiss, his hand still warm and sure over my sack. “Everything good?” he murmurs.

“Yeah.” I force myself to relax again. Fuck, it’s miserable. I wish I could just fuck like normal people, simply going with the flow without needing my partner to be so careful. But it is what it is. I’m grateful I can fuck at all. “Get the lube.”

I sit up while Caden gets the bottle from the bedside drawer. When he opens it, I snort, seeing the neat row of blue packets. Harlow got an IUD a few days ago, but before that, Jack spent a small fortune on condoms, which was very optimistic of him. They haven’t used up even half of the supply.

“We should donate these,” Caden says with a smirk, knowing instantly what my snort is about. “And I’m dying to eat Jack’s cum out of Harlow again. Or do you think Jack might enjoy eating mine out of her?”

The image his words convey makes my balls tighten with want. Fuck. “We’ll see,” I say, my voice gritty with lust. “Give me your ass, cumboy.”

Caden chuckles, putting the lube in my lap. “I’m too fucking old to be called a cumboy,” he says, getting down on his hands and knees. “I can be your cumbucket, though.”

He shoots me an easy grin over his shoulder. I snort out a laugh, lubing up my fingers. I massage his firm ass with my other hand, enjoying the feel of him. Caden can call himself old all he wants, but he has a glorious body. Burly and strong, it makes my cock tingle with want.

“Fine. Jack can be the cumboy,” I say, gripping his round buttock. “And Harlow can be a cumslut. There. A family of cum lovers.”

Caden laughs as I circle his hole with slippery fingers. He sucks in a breath, arching for me, but I take my time. I run my fingers around his rim gently, over and over, until he grunts impatiently, pushing his ass out.

“Baby, please,” he says, a hint of breaking in his voice, and I lean closer to trail kisses down his back.

“Please, what?” I murmur, because I can never get enough of this. Sure, it feels nice to let go of control as much as I can. But this teasing, taunting game is what I’m best at. I fucking love it. “Tell me. What do you want?”

“Put your finger inside me,” Caden says immediately. “Please, baby.”

That does me in. I try not to show him how much I love the endearments, because there are moments when they feel grating and inappropriate, like a too small garment. But when “baby” comes after “please”, I am fucking undone.

I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.

“My pleasure,” I say softly, sinking my finger inside him.

Caden breathes deeply, relaxing for me even as his cock gives a hungry twitch. I stretch him slowly, the decadent bliss of this unhurried morning fuck getting to me. I want to make it last.

I fuck his ass slowly, enjoying the feel of his smooth muscles inside. He’s so hot and strong, but his body yields to my touch so easily. It knows me. It trusts me. I add a second finger, making Caden’s cock buck. He wants more, but I go slow today. Pampering my man.

I grin with satisfaction and reach for his balls, remembering what I promised. I need to make him come without touching his cock.

“This feel good?” I ask, squeezing his sack lightly. It’s so tight and full, I know he’s almost there.

“Yes!” He pants, rocking his hips back. I smirk and pull back slightly, pressing down into his prostate. Caden moans when I find it and stops moving, his body shuddering with pleasure.

“There?” I ask innocently, pressing and releasing in a slow rhythm I know he loves best.

“Fuck, Silas.” He is still, his body locked in position, cock leaking onto the sheets. I slow down and add a third finger. Caden’s moan makes my cock jerk with want. I can’t wait to be inside him, but at the same time, this feels too good to end just now.

I love it when he gives in like this. Completely at my mercy.

“Do you like it when I touch you there?” I know he’s less vocal at this stage. He’s right on the edge, and I love riding him like this. He knows I’ll fuck him before I let him come, because that’s what I always do, and yet, it’s like his body is blindsided now. Lusting after that orgasm that’s just out of reach.

“Yes!” he snaps. “Please, baby. Silas, please. Fuck, it feels so good. Please, fuck me.”

His hole is warm and relaxed, and I pull my fingers out, quickly lubing up my cock. It bucks under my touch, rearing to go, and I have to squeeze the base when the sight of Caden’s delicious ass drives me crazy.

I really should fuck more often.

“There you go, love,” I murmur as I press into his rim. Caden opens for me and I push inside, both of us moaning when the head of my cock slips in. “Fuck, you’re so hot inside.”

“Please,” he says, shaking as I slowly push further, bottoming out. I stay there for a moment, my hips flush with his round ass, then I spread his cheeks with my hands and try to get even deeper. As deep as I can go.

“You’re taking me so well,” I murmur with a small grin, knowing I can say anything now. He’ll take it like he takes my cock.

But when I revel in the teasing slowness of this, Caden’s less patient. He flexes his hips, fucking himself on my cock. I grunt, digging my fingers into his flesh, but the damage is done. He feels so good around me, so smooth, hot, and familiar, and my control breaks.

I need more.

“So greedy for my cock,” I grit out, thrusting into him. “You want me to fuck you hard, is that it? Want me to make you scream?”

“Fuck, yes,” he gasps, pushing back. His rhythm is impeccable, matching mine so well, and soon, we’re both breathless. I fuck him so hard, his body jerks every time I slam deep. He rocks his hips, making my thrusts all the harder and more jarring.

Soon, he moans constantly, loud and shameless. I snarl, my cock bucking inside him. This is it, the moment neither of us can stop, and it’s glorious. The hot friction drives me mad, his desperate moans making me groan helplessly.

I need to feel it when he comes around me.

With a rabid snarl, I force myself to slow down and change the angle so there’s more pressure over his prostate. Caden rewards me with a broken moan, and I pound into him like this, holding his hips in an iron grip.

His back is tense and dewy with sweat, muscles bulging. His arms, so strong and manly, shake so hard, like they’re about to give out. The sounds he makes are animalistic, more howls than cries, and all of that, the sight, the sound, the feel of him, makes my balls tighten impatiently.

I’m seconds from shooting my load deep into his body when Caden arches his back, his neck craning. His moan is soft, but his asshole ripples so tightly around me, I have to grit my teeth. Just a few more thrusts. I just want to fuck him through his orgasm before I…

His moan turns into a ragged gasp, and I’m done. I push in as deep as I can, my cock flexing inside him as I cream him from the inside, my body growing hot and cold. I’m blinded, the pleasure so good, it breaks me into pieces. I feel it on another level, not just the physical act of getting off, but something more. I’m deep inside him, sharing this most primal thing with him, and that makes it fucking transcendent.

When we both come down from the high, Caden collapses with a satisfied groan. I pull out and fall by his side, instantly pulling him into my arms. My eyes feel hot, and the pleasured, loving glow inside me tightens around my heart like a vise.

“I love you,” I say hoarsely, holding him so he can’t turn and see my face.

But Cay knows the drill and doesn’t even try. He raises his shaking arm back to stroke my hair and nestles into me. “I love you, too, baby. Fuck, this was beautiful.”

So close, we melt into each other, our bodies relaxed and sated. It’s so warm and cozy here, we drift off. Until Jack slams the front door, jerking us both awake.

“Are you fucking?” he shouts from downstairs, making Caden seize up with a soundless laugh.

“You’re too late,” I reply, though I suspect my voice is too quiet. I don’t feel like shouting or making any effort at all.

Which is too bad. We have big plans for today.