Ghosts of Halloween: Christmas: Chapter 12

The room smells like sex and a bit like perfume, though that’s just the lube. It’s an expensive brand, and I like the smell. It relaxes me the more I breathe it in.

The tip of Silas’s cock presses to my hole, and I wish he’d fuck me already. Harlow just came the third time, and Caden immediately turned on the wand again and teased her with it. I know the bet is between Silas and Caden and I shouldn’t care who wins, but at the same time, it feels a bit like us against them. I want Silas to win.

“Please,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me already.”

His white teeth flash in an unhinged grin that makes butterflies swoop in my belly. Silas has this way of smiling like a madman, and I don’t even know why I find it so hot. “How could I say no when you ask me so nicely? Push against me, puppy. Invite me in.”

I bear down, gasping when the head of his cock slips inside. Fuck, it’s big. The burn fades quickly, though, especially when Silas’s hands settle on my hips, thumbs stroking gently.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, sounding strangled to my own ears. “Fuck. You f-feel so good.”

“So do you,” he says, pushing further in.

God. I can’t help it. I moan loudly, squeezing my eyes shut. There’s a dick inside me. Silas is in me, and oh, my fucking god, it feels so good. I could weep if I wasn’t so horny.

My cock does, though, leaking at the tip. When Silas pulls back slowly and glides back in, it bucks helplessly, begging for friction. Maybe he has some demonic sixth sense, or he’s just so good at this, but Silas seems to know what I need. He grips my dick around my hip and squeezes, pushing in as deep as he can.

Fuck. I’m so full. I need him so much.

“Fuck, puppy,” he growls, the mad note louder in his voice. It makes me shiver. “You’re so hot inside. So good. I want to pump you full of cum.”

I don’t have words so I just whine, shaking, exactly like a fucking puppy. Silas pulls back and thrusts, faster this time, and the slap of his hips hitting my ass is the best sound in the world. I look up, bleary-eyed, to see Caden showing us five fingers in triumph. Huh? When did that happen?

When Silas lets go of my cock and grips my hips instead, settling into a slow, pounding rhythm, I decide I don’t care. Let Caden win. Let Harlow have all the orgasms. Fuck. I never want this to end.

“Talk to me, love,” Silas says, voice like a velvety caress over my dick. “Everything good?”

“Please, don’t make me,” I whine, moving my hips hesitantly to adjust to his rhythm. “Fuck. It’s so good.”

“Well then,” he says, sounding pleased. “Time to fuck that mask off your face. You’re much too pretty to cover up like this, Jack.”

I don’t have time to make a sound. He thrusts so hard and fast, our bodies slam together with a violent smack. God. Fuck. I make a strangled sound and then I’m silent, simply trying to breathe when Silas fucks me in a way that makes my whole body shudder with every thrust. The jarring rhythm slams through my ass and spine, rocking me whole, and soon, I can’t even breathe.

It’s so fucking good, I don’t need to. I can die happy with his dick in my ass.

Somewhere in the distance, Harlow screams in pleasure. I don’t have it in me to look up, though. I don’t move, my shoulders locked to hold me through the onslaught. Everything inside me jolts hard.

Fuck, I can’t take it. It’s too much. Too good. My dick bucks helplessly in the air, and I’m lightheaded. All thoughts are gone, and the only thing I know and feel and want is him inside me.

I don’t even notice when the mask falls off my face, just hear the grunt of triumph behind me. Then, his hand is on my dick, jerking me off. It’s too much, and I have no choice, no way to hold it back. The orgasm shudders through me hard, my body tensing in vicious pleasure. My ass clenches around him, tight, so tight, and it feels even better.

Cum shoots out of me, my cock throbbing in his demanding grip. He fucks me through the orgasm until it ends, and moments later, he stills deep inside me. I’m suddenly so fucking tight, I feel his cock spurting cum deep in me.

“Oh, god.”

I gasp when Silas pulls out. I collapse on the mattress and he falls by my side, breathing hard, his eyes wide open and glittering with satisfaction. His smile is almost a snarl, crooked and uneven as he lifts my reindeer mask.

“Fucked it off you,” he says with a husky laugh. “Such a good puppy.”

I stare at him, blinking slowly, until it feels like I can speak without slurring. I’m so fucking loose and sleepy. It freaks me out a bit, but it also feels good, and I decide to enjoy it. I’m safe here. “Feels like you fucked my brain out of me.”

They all laugh, Silas, Caden, and Harlow, though she sounds a bit like I feel. Her laughter is thick and quiet, and I crane my neck to look at her. I see them upside down, Harlow still seated between Caden’s thighs, a soft blanket covering her as he holds her close.

“How many did you get?” I ask.

“Seven,” Caden says with a rueful smile. “You made him feral, Jack. It was a pleasure to watch you both. I really hope I can get a turn some other time.”

I swear, if I wasn’t so out of it I’d get hard again just thinking about it. How Caden fucks, how different he is from Silas, how his piercings will feel inside me. I want him, too. “Yeah,” I say, relaxing. “Can’t wait.”

And then I think I nod off for a while. I hear Harlow’s moans and Caden’s voice as if from afar, my body relaxed and melting into the mattress. A warm, big hand holds mine, an anchor that keeps me from floating away. I just rest there, warm and loved, and safe.