Ghosts of Halloween: Chapter 8

She’s so pretty and still a kid. I have to remind myself she’s legally an adult as she shivers against Jack, so terrified yet so horny. I can tell across the room. The little bird wants it bad.

I stare for a moment longer, taking in her wide pupils, her red, panting mouth, and the dress that makes her look like a girl going to a Halloween party. She’s too fucking young. Or maybe I’m too old.

And yet, the fact she’s watching this makes my cock harden, and I shake my head, pushing away the remnants of my conscience. There is no sin, no redemption, no hell or heaven. It’s all made up. A cage people built for themselves.

And Harlow took something away from me. In my books, that means I can take something from her, too.

I turn back to Silas and look up. The face of his red-streaked mask is trained on me, and I can’t see his expression, but that’s even better. He always pretends to be so hard to please, always in control. I know it suits him that I can’t see his face, but that just means he’ll be less guarded.

I’ll wring moans out of him. In front of her, too. That will piss him off.

I shift my skull mask up, adjusting it so it holds well, and now my mouth is free. I take him out of his pants, and he’s hard and ready. We’ve waited for this for a long time.

But it won’t hurt to torment him a little longer.

As I trail my fingers along a vein pulsing up the side of his shaft, I can’t help but think how I adore his cock. Silas is perfect. The only one of us who isn’t pierced, and I’m glad. I feel like a piercing would mar the perfection of him.

He’s girthy, heavy, long enough to hurt so good when he’s inside me. He’s uncut, too. And I fucking love watching when he gets aroused, and the pink, swollen head pushes out of his foreskin.

I wouldn’t touch any other cock. He’s it for me.

Though, I do miss pussy.

Ever since it happened, we only have each other, because Jack is straight. Before, I fucked women occasionally, though not as often since I got together with Silas. He’s a jealous one. Yet, he let me off the leash in the past, knowing he can’t give me all the things I want. He’ll never suck my cock, never get down on his knees for me. I understand his reasons, but that doesn’t make my needs go away.

Guess tonight I’ll get everything I need.

Head back in the game, I tell myself. The little bird watches, and I’ll make her cream her panties.

Silas threads his fingers in my hair, a surprisingly gentle touch, and I lean in, licking up his shaft. He shivers but checks his reaction, and I grin. It will be easier than I thought.

I taunt him slowly, licking the sides of his cock and never quite reaching the head. His body is rigid, in full control, but I feel the small tremors that he can’t really stop. I grin and lean in to lick his heavy ball sack, and a small, choked sound escapes him.

And then another follows, but not from Silas. I look at Harlow while I gently cup his balls, teasing him with the light touch that always drives him mad.

It’s too little. Silas likes it rough.

But now, we both stare at Harlow, who has her head tipped back, her mouth open, face contorted in pleasure. Jack fondles her stump, but his other hand is on her stomach, stroking up until his thumb brushes against the underside of her breast.

So that’s what made her moan.

Since he’s standing behind her, he isn’t wearing a mask, and I see the lust on his face. I get it. We got to fuck during our confinement. He didn’t.

I can’t even imagine how much it costs him to play nice with her. Me? I’d be on round two by now, taking her ass after fucking her cunt. But Jack’s always had a thing for her.

Silas still watches, and I grin. He’s distracted, so I pull back and take his dick deep in my mouth, sucking him hard. He groans, head turning back to me, and I pull back, still sucking while he bucks into me, unable to help himself.

“Fuck,” he says, anger and lust mixing, and I grin up at him.

“That’s my good boy.”

He freezes, his cock twitching against my chin, and I laugh under my breath. Silas fancies himself the top, and he is. But even though he denies it, he always likes a bit of praise. Now, it makes him horny as fuck and angry, and I suck him in, not giving him time to react.

His body loosens, and he thrusts in my mouth, his hard, thick cock hitting the back of my throat.

There he is. Silas without the leash he always puts on himself.

“You like fucking with me, don’t you, cumwhore?” he grits out, gripping the back of my head.

I brace myself, taking a deep breath, and then, he pounds in my mouth, back in control, taking what he wants.

And even though I gag on him, years of practice never quite enough to prepare me, and even though my throat hurts, I fucking love it. I love making him lose control. I love it when he gives in completely.

This is it for me, right here. The moment when people let go.

Silas grunts and snarls, letting out wild, animal sounds, and I hold on. He grips me tightly, and right now, I know I won’t be able to throw him off. I’m normally stronger, so if we fought, I would win. But now, when he’s locked in this animal fury?

Not a fucking chance.

Blood rushes in my ears as Silas fucks my mouth, and from afar, I hear small, broken sounds of Harlow’s pleasure. I can’t look now, but whatever Jack is doing works like a charm. I hope she’s looking at us. Hope it’s making her wet.

Silas floods my mouth with his cum, and I swallow instinctively. God, I’ve missed this.

“Fuck. That was good, C,” he murmurs, patting my cheek as he pulls out, his cock wet with my spit.

“Now work that magic for her.”

I stand up and look at Harlow, Jack’s hungry eyes watching me over her shoulder.

She’s flushed, dark-eyed, and all ready.

“Open your legs, princess,” Jack whispers with a grin.