Page 14 of A Guide to Ghosting (Monsters of Moonvale #3)

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W hen I head inside my bedroom, I’m not sure if I’m imagining unseen eyes on me or if Ghost really is in the room with me. The hairs on my arms rise, my body primed in anticipation of what’s coming.

I shuck my shirt and toss it into the hamper by the closet, trying not to feel self-conscious, but it’s a losing battle as I unzip my pants and step out of them.

This is so weird.

There’s potentially a ghost in my bedroom watching me undress. Maybe I should’ve made more of a show of taking off my clothes, but giving a striptease to a spirit feels ridiculous. She’s probably not even in here yet. I bet she’s waiting for me to get in bed before she checks in on me.

Ghost seemed concerned about getting my consent, but my cheeks still burn thinking about all the times I’ve been naked since I moved in. Was she watching when I got dressed for work? Did she look at me when I was taking a shower?

My dick stiffens in my boxer briefs at the thought that she could’ve been watching me this whole time.

With shallow breaths, I head to the bathroom to take care of my nighttime routine, rushing through each step. I’m too impatient to wait through the whole two minute timer on my toothbrush, and skip flossing entirely. It won’t ruin my teeth if I skimp on it one night, and I’m having a hard time not tugging my underwear down and fisting my dick to get some relief.

Shit, I need to calm down or I’m going to be the most disappointing lay Ghost has ever experienced. I look at myself in the mirror and force myself to take five deep breaths before heading back into the bedroom. It doesn’t help much.

I turn off all the lights, not bothering with switching on the bedside lamp since I won’t be able to see Ghost anyway, then slip under the covers and set my phone face up on the nightstand.

My heart hammers in my chest as I wait. Minutes tick by. My nerves ratchet up with each moment that passes.

Does she want me to pretend I’m going to sleep? Maybe she’s changed her mind. That’d be my luck that even with the go ahead from Jessie and Ghost explicitly saying she wanted to fuck me, I’m not getting laid.

I groan and roll onto my back so I can’t stare at the phone. Looking up at the ceiling, I take stock of the absurdity of my situation.

I’m in bed, waiting for a ghost girl to show up and have sex with me.

I let out a weak laugh, scrubbing my face with my hand. This is beyond ridiculous.

Light from my phone screen turning on catches my attention, and I roll over to look for the message there.

What’s so funny?

I swallow down the surge of nerves at her sudden appearance, or whatever I should call an invisible spirit showing up in my bedroom.

“Uh, this. Waiting for you. My life,” I babble, pushing myself up to sitting. I resist the urge to clutch the sheet around my chest like I’m a shy, blushing virgin, not a thirty-two-year-old man with plenty of experience. Though I guess I could consider this a first time, since I’ve never fucked a ghost.

The phone raises off the nightstand and hovers in midair as the foot of the bed dips slightly. She’s not touching me yet, but even this hint of her physical presence has my heart racing.

You get the go ahead from your crush?

I nod, then feel silly because it’s likely that she can’t see the movement in the dark. “Yeah. I can’t believe it, but she encouraged me to do this.”

Good.

“So, uh, how should we um… do this? I can’t tell where you are, so you may need to, uh…lead.” The thought makes my cock leak pre-cum, leaving a wet sticky spot on the front of my boxer briefs.

When I’ve had sex, most women wanted me to be in control. Which, don’t get me wrong, I loved. But the change in dynamics has me more on edge than I’ve ever been. Well, that and the whole “I’m about to have sex with a ghost” thing.

There’s a pause while Ghost considers, then the phone turns for me to read what she’s written.

Let’s do it in the bathroom.

I can’t stop the worried laugh that falls from my mouth. “Sorry, not laughing at you or the idea!” I quickly explain. “Just thinking that shower sex might make things harder. Or end in me cracking my head open and joining you as a spirit.”

There’s a slight vibration of her weight on the bed, which makes me think she’s laughing, too. I wonder what her laugh sounds like. Why does it make me sad that I’ll never hear it?

I didn’t mean we should have sex in the shower. If you run the water and let it get steamy in there, you’ll be able to see some of the outline of my body.

“Oh!” I exclaim, surprised by the ingenuity of her idea. My sexy ghost isn’t just horny and slightly terrifying, she’s also smart. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Then what are you waiting for? Be a good boy and get the shower going.

My cock throbs at her calling me a good boy. “Right! Yes. I’ll go do that,” I say, springing out of bed as quickly as possible. But when I move to step away, an invisible hand clamps down on my arm and I gasp at the unexpected touch.

The phone screen appears near my chest like she’s reaching out to hold it for me to see.

It’ll be too hard to write while we’re fucking. So tell me now if there’s anything you don’t want to do.

My face heats as I think about all the things we could get up to. “I…I can’t think of anything. But that could be because I’m too turned on to think straight,” I add with a strained chuckle.

Okay. Tell me to stop if you don’t like something. Or pinch whatever part of me you can touch if you can’t speak.

“S-sure,” I say, stumbling over the word as all the blood leaves my brain to head down to my dick. “What about you?”

Don’t kiss me.

Her quick reply sends a twinge of hurt through me, even though it’s a silly reaction. Of course she doesn’t want to kiss. There’s nothing romantic about what we’re doing, which is a good thing. I know nothing about Ghost, and I’m interested in Jessie. Besides, developing that kind of connection with a ghost would be a terrible idea. How the fuck would you even have a relationship with someone who is dead?

“Got it.”

The hand on my arm releases and I head to the bathroom to turn on the shower. As I’m turning the knob, the bathroom door shuts behind me. I know why, but it still makes my heart leap up into my throat in instinctive fear.

When I step out of the shower, I’m immediately grabbed by the wrist and lead over to the sink. She releases me, then both of her hands hook into my underwear and shove it down roughly.

I reach out blindly, and my hands find purchase on surprisingly plush flesh. I slide them across the invisible body, attempting to map it with my touch, and she arches into my palm when I find her breast.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, finding the other and thumbing her budded nipples. I can’t see them, but I can tell that she has amazing tits. Though, if I’m being honest with myself, any ghost boobs would be amazing.

A groan slips from my lips as I slide one hand from her breast to trail down her side. She’s so soft, dipping in slightly at the waist, but lush and thick as I skim down to her low belly and hips.

I close my eyes and attempt to match what I’m feeling with a mental image, but when the first thing that pops into my mind is the picture of Jessie from her dating profile, I quickly shake it away. The woman under my hands is curved and full the same way Jessie is, but it feels gross to picture her when I’m with someone else.

When I dip my hand between her thighs, there’s a puff of air against my chest like she’s sighing, but then she pulls back.

“Should I not?” I ask with a frown, forgetting that she can’t respond. I open my eyes to see that the room has already filled with steam, creating the faintest outline of a body leaning against the sink.

“It’s working,” I say in wonder, stepping back to get a better look. The mirror has already fogged over as well, and there’s a shadow of something in front of it. It’s by no means a clear picture of what Ghost’s body looks like, but it’s something. I can barely make out that she’s sitting on the counter, legs spread.

“Holy shit, you’re real,” I mutter. “It was one thing to get the messages and feel you touching me, but now I can see that you’re here with me.”

My phone lifts from the sink counter and I step closer when she presents it for me to read.

Stop staring and fuck me.

The phone clatters to the counter next to my toothbrush as she tosses it aside and a moment later, her hands are sinking into my hips, tugging me forward between her spread legs.

A hand wraps around my cock, guiding it to her entrance, and I almost choke at the sensation of wetness as the tip makes contact with her pussy.

“Shit,” I gasp. “Are you sure you don’t need anything to get ready—oh fuck!” I cry out as she palms my ass and pushes my hips forward, forcing my dick into tight, blissful heat.

When I don’t move, too stunned and on edge from the grip of her cunt on my cock, she smacks my ass. “G-give me a second.” I grit my teeth against the need to come.

Breath puffs against my bare chest. She’s sighing in frustration at my performance so far.

I pull my hips back and thrust forward slowly, testing to make sure that I’m not still on the verge of coming too soon. It feels like heaven, but I want this to be good for her, too.

Building a steady rhythm, I work myself inside her, trying to angle my cock in a way that hopefully makes her feel good. It’s hard to tell with no visual or auditory feedback, but when her channel clenches down on me as I spear inside her more forcefully and her hands reach out to grip my arms, I take that as a good sign.

Fuck, I wish I could hear her or see her facial expressions. My favorite part of sex is making my partner feel good, seeing and hearing them fall apart. Her pussy feels incredible and the experience of fucking into something invisible is mind-boggling, but right now I think I’d sell my soul to hear her pleasure.

I’m slamming into her now, the slap of my stomach against her plush thighs with each thrust and the slick, wet noises of her cunt echoing obscenely against the tile walls, drowning out the sound of the shower.

My skin tightens as I feel her breath against me, unnaturally cool. I imagine I can almost hear her crying out. Telling me to fuck her harder. Spurring me on to make her come.

I lean forward, bracing a hand against the clouded mirror as I pump inside her, our bodies pressed tight together and her hard nipples dragging against my chest with each thrust.

“Fuck, god, you feel so fucking good. I wish I could see my cock filling your pussy. Who knew you’d be so wet for me?” I grunt, unable to keep the words from spilling out as I get closer to release.

The hands on my arms tighten and her pussy squeezes around me like a vise.

It’s not her moans, but it’s something , and it makes my dick even harder. I bring my mouth near where I think her ear is. “You like it when I tell you how good your ghost cunt feels choking my cock? You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Blunt teeth sink into my shoulder and her fingers grip me so tight I know they’ll leave marks. I gasp and pound into her, muttering more filth until her body goes stiff beneath me and her pussy contracts around me in hard pulses.

“Oh shit,” I groan. “I’m going to come. Do you want me to?—”

Her legs lift up and wrap around my hips to lock me in place, a clear reply to my unfinished question.

“Fuck, oh fuck ,” I grunt as heat sizzles at the base of my spine and my balls draw up tight. My vision blacks out as I seem to come unendingly, cock jerking again and again as I unload inside the tight, wet heat enveloping me.

When it finally ends, my body sags against the invisible woman beneath me, but she doesn’t give me any time to come down. Palms shove against my chest and I stumble backwards. Seeing my cum dripping out of seemingly nothing is beyond surreal and my head spins at what I just did.

The next thing I know, I’m being pushed to my knees, and I don’t have time to resist when she shoves me onto my back with only the bathmat partially under my head to cushion me from the cold, slick tile floor.

“Wait!” I shout in alarm, fear twisting my stomach as my body interprets her onslaught as an attack. I tense and bring my arms up to defend myself, but nothing comes.

Her weight lifts off of me, and a moment later, she’s brought the phone back over.

Wait isn’t stop.

“Sorry,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “I thought you were attacking me.”

I’m not going to hurt you.

I feel silly for my reaction, but I couldn’t help it. “O-okay. So I didn’t do something wrong?”

She takes a minute to write out her reply. I swallow hard and nod when I see it, my spent cock feebly twitching at the implication.

You made a mess. Clean it up.