Ghosts of Halloween: Christmas: Chapter 8

I’m so wet, I hear the wet noises Caden’s hand makes as it moves in my pants. As he brings me closer to orgasm, his touch flawless even in the confines of my clothes, I try to keep moving just as Silas told us to. It’s difficult, though. My body craves to melt against Caden and forget the music. The only rhythm I want to follow is the one he sets with his fingers on my clit.

“My sweet, dirty girl,” Caden growls in my ear, making it even harder to focus on the music. “So fucking wet. So hot and smooth. I love touching you, little bird.”

I groan in answer, too delirious to use words. He chuckles softly, pushing his fingers deeper in my panties to gather more wetness. When he circles my clit again, I buck against him, my hips stuttering in raw pleasure.

“Fuck, princess,” Jack says. “You’re so hot. Even with your clothes on.”

I moan, looking at him dazedly. He’s tense, body vibrating with lust as he slowly strokes his hard cock through his jeans. His eyes glitter darkly in the slanted eye holes of his mask, making him look demonic despite how silly the mask is.

And he’s right. This is so much better when we’re all still mostly dressed. It’s so fucking filthy when it’s hidden. I can’t tear my eyes away from the outline of Jack’s straining dick.

God, I have to come soon so I can suck him. At the same time, I want to draw this out. Caden is so warm and strong at my back, his fake beard tickling my neck, hot breath making goosebumps break out down my chest.

“Keep dancing.” Silas’s voice is mild but my body obeys at once, hips struggling to move even though all I want is to lie down and spread open for them. Fuck, I don’t care. I want them to take me in turns, fuck me on the floor like a slut. I want to be used and pumped full of cum.

I moan, throwing my head back. My legs shake, my clit pulsing. It seems so big and swollen under Caden’s touch, strumming tighter and tighter with restless need. I stop moving, focusing on the pleasure, and my orgasm is almost there, electric and powerful, and I just need a little more…

“Angel.” The reprimand is clear in Silas’s voice, and I groan in frustration, pressing into Caden. I need his strength now, the big, male body grounding me and keeping me safe even as he works steadily to shatter me into pieces.

He tightens his arm around me, and I know he won’t let me fall. Even though I want to. But Silas told us to keep dancing, and I can’t disappoint him.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips bucking as the coil of pleasure winds tightly in my belly. I need to let go of control to come, but I can’t when I have to keep moving.

“Such a slut for pleasure,” Silas snarls, sounding angry, but I know it’s lust. My eyes pop open and I peer into the eyeholes of his black mask, needing to see how it affects him. But with his face hidden, it’s impossible. I groan again, pushing my ass against Caden’s hard cock, rocking into him needily.

“You need to come, don’t you, precious?” Silas taunts me, his voice a silky threat. I moan in response, rocking harder into Caden until he swears and pinches my clit between two fingers, rubbing fast.

I buck into him with a cry, oversensitive and almost numb, the friction closer to pain than bliss. Caden licks the shell of my ear and twists my nipple sharply.

“Such a beautiful wreck,” Silas says darkly. “Such a bad, gorgeous girl. I can’t wait to spank you and fuck you. You’ll get it all tonight. We’ll give you everything.”

At last, I shatter, my body tensing up even as my legs give out. My orgasm slams down my spine and pulses in my pelvis, so powerful, it hurts. Caden holds me up, his body hard and strong, and I shake against him as he rocks me through my orgasm. He’s in complete control of my pleasure.

When I slump in his arms, shaking, he gently guides me down until I sit between his spread legs. My head lolls back on his shoulder. His mouth makes a wet, filthy noise when he sucks on his fingers, tasting me. I breathe hard, jolting when he teases my nipples through the thin cups of my bra.

“You did so well, love,” he says, not stopping even when I make an annoyed sound. “But it’s only the beginning. Remember your safe word?”

I nod. It’s “ghost”. We agreed on a safe word shortly after Halloween, when the boys had huge plans for many kinky all-nighters with all of us fucking each other into oblivion. Life delayed those plans, but that just makes tonight even better.

God, I can’t wait to see what comes next. I don’t think I’ll have to use my safe word. I know they won’t hurt me.

Caden rolls my nipples, and I hiss, the lacy fabric abrasive and chafing on my sensitive skin. When he kisses my cheek, I feel his smirk. “Time to get up, little bird. Finish the striptease. I think Jack will want to keep your soaked panties.”

That makes me give a breathy chuckle that turns into a whine when Caden pushes his hand down my pants to circle my clit. His touch burns and yet, I don’t stop him. I know I can come again in a minute. I want to.

“Jack… you’re… a magpie,” I say between gasps as Caden’s touch speeds up, fingers pressing into the sides of my clit.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Jack says with a strained grin, his burning eyes glued to Caden’s big hand squishing my tit.

“Liar.” My voice is shaky, but I manage a smirk. “Maybe you should… get a spanking… from Krampus.”

Jack’s eyes widen, tanned cheeks blushing darker. I think he’s into it, and I’m desperate to see it.

“Maybe,” Silas says. “But you first, angel. You didn’t dance like I told you to.”

I give him a loopy grin, moaning when Caden pinches my clit with just enough force. “F-fine. Spank m-me, Krampus.”

I don’t move though, because I’m right there, right on the edge. I moan, closing my eyes as Caden’s fingers play my body expertly, drawing that orgasm nearer and tighter… and I’m almost…

“Stop.”

God, I hate Silas.

Caden freezes while I sob, my body shaking with unspent tension. That orgasm hums under my skin, ready to break, but when I try to push my hand down my pants to finish the job, Caden grabs my wrist tightly.

“Nuh-uh, not so fast,” Silas says, the dark glee in his voice making my clit throb. Fuck, I can’t hate him when he sounds so sinfully hot. “Rudolph, Santa. Strip our angel for me.”

They are on me faster than I can blink. Jack tugs off my jeans, leaving my panties on, and Caden pushes away from me to unclasp my bra. I don’t even protest when Jack reverently slides my panties off my legs and pockets them with a dark, satisfied look.

“So greedy,” I say, a dash of annoyance creeping in. I’m frustrated because of the orgasm that was denied me, my body hot and shivering, all nerve endings primed to receive. As if sensing this, Jack smirks and leans down to kiss my inner thigh.

“Of course I’m greedy. I’ll take everything you give me, baby.”

I cup his cheek, and he turns to kiss the inside of my palm. Caden trails kisses down my nape and shoulder, and sparks glimmer under my skin, washing away frustration and annoyance. My men literally kiss me better.

“Angel,” Silas calls quietly, making Jack and Caden look up with me. I can’t see his expression, just the black, twisted face and the long, red tongue lolling out of the demonic mouth. But when he speaks next, I know exactly what he looks like, because the words he says are an echo from that Halloween night.

“Crawl to me.”

The memory of Silas unhinged and splattered with blood, eyes mad and infernal, flashes in my mind. Electric awareness sizzles over my skin, and I obey at once, dropping to all fours and moving until I sit back on my heels between his spread legs.

His black pants are tight over his masculine thighs and bulging erection, and I wet my lips, suddenly nervous. It hurt the last time he took over. I wanted the pain, craved it even, but that was then. I don’t carry that much debilitating guilt anymore. That pain burned it away.

“I want you over my lap, with your ass nicely up on display,” he says, the wicked excitement in his voice giving me goosebumps. “You’ve been so bad, little angel. And I’ll make you feel so good for it.”

“Good?” I can’t help but ask, hesitating.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear in a gesture so gentle, it melts my fear away. “I’ll spank you until you come for me. And then I’ll let you suck Jack’s cock.”

I nod and shift closer until I’m draped over his lap, with my head resting over my folded arms. My hip brushes against Silas’s hard cock. He murmurs softly, fingers trailing the curve of my ass before he gently spreads my cheeks.

“And here is a promise,” he says, voice gritty. “I’ll fuck this little hole tonight and fill it with cum. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

I swear wetness trickles out of me at that. The last traces of apprehension are gone, swept under the current of lust. “Yes,” I answer hoarsely, my hole clenching instinctively when Silas pushes my cheeks further apart.

“Good girl,” he says, letting go.

And then, he smacks my ass. I cry out in surprise, the meaty sound of his hand hitting my flesh shocking me more than the actual impact. He didn’t hit me hard, just enough to make a loud sound.

“Fuck,” Jack says, and I hear the rustling of fabric. When I turn my head to look, Jack’s shirt is off, and he pushes his jeans down with his boxer briefs. His pierced cock is flushed and stiff, the five barbells of his Jacob’s ladder reflecting the Christmas lights.

Silas caresses my ass cheek, warmth spreading through my skin and creeping between my legs. When he smacks me again, I’m ready, only hissing this time when his hand falls on the same place. The impact goes straight to my clit, and I realize with a start Silas was right. He really will make me come this way.

“Fuck, you’re good,” I gasp after he smacks me again, his fingers dipping between my legs to play with my clit.

“The best,” Silas answers shamelessly, his hand returning to rub my cheek before I can come. “You look so glorious like this, angel. Caden and Jack are ready to pray. They can’t tear their eyes away. Your ass jiggles so nicely.”

He smacks my other cheek this time, as if to demonstrate. I gasp, feeling the vulnerability of my position as he dips his fingers between my labia again, sliding through the wetness. God, I must be dripping. And they can all see everything when I’m like this, legs open, ass high.

“Come here, puppy,” Silas says, and Jack shuffles over. “Open your mouth and taste our girl.”

I moan at the sucking sound Jack makes when Silas pushes his fingers into his mouth. My clit pulses, and I feel like I’m seconds from coming. When Silas smacks me again, it drives the pleasure higher. The impact is like a vibration traveling inside me, teasing my clit and cunt.

Soon, he speeds up, spanking me faster, yet not very hard. I moan and beg until Silas takes mercy on me.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, angel,” he says, delivering another smack. “Such a slut, aren’t you? So greedy for cock and cum. So greedy for touch. You’ll get it all, dirty girl. You’re ours, and we’ll pump you full. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Our lovely girl, full of cum and cocks. Come for me, angel. Show me how much you want it.”

I don’t know whether it’s his voice or what he says, but Silas brings me over the edge with his words, just like he’s done in the past. I arch my back and whine as my cunt pulses with release, sparks exploding inside me. God, I feel so beautiful and wanted.

“That’s my filthy girl,” Silas whispers when I shake in his lap. “I love you like this, Harlow. My pretty angel.”