Page 4 of Satisfied By the Specter (Halloween Temptation #8)

“Can you feel that?” Hunter gasped as I sucked a bruise into his throat.

I could. Kris's energy wrapping around us like pure lust, amplifying everything. My normal arousal cranked to eleven. Every place Hunter touched felt electric.

“Your ghost is basically supernatural poppers,” I managed between kisses, working Hunter's shirt up to reveal his chest. Soft stomach, dark chest hair, nipples already hard.

I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other. Hunter practically screamed, his cock jumping in his jeans.

“Fuck! That's—I've never been this sensitive—”

“It's him,” I explained, moving to the other nipple, biting down just hard enough to mark. “He's feeding his need into us.”

The laptop keyboard clattered:

SORRY NOT ON PURPOSE JUST SO TURNED ON WATCHING

“Don't apologize,” Hunter panted, pulling me back up for another filthy kiss. “It's incredible.”

I pulled back to look at him, wrecked already just from making out. “You sure about this? Both of us?”

“Please,” Hunter said. “I need this. Need you. Both of you.”

I was leaning in for another kiss when something shifted in my peripheral vision.

“Holy fuck,” Hunter whispered.

For just a second, I could see him. Kris. Young, maybe twenty-four when he died. Blond with those ridiculous frosted tips that screamed early 2000s. Pretty face twisted with desperate longing. Watching us with eyes that held decades of lonely want.

Then he flickered out.

“Did you see—” Hunter started.

“Yeah.” My professional brain was fascinated even as my cock throbbed. “He's pulling power from our arousal. The hornier we get, the more solid he becomes.”

WANT TO TOUCH WANT TO BE TOUCHED TWENTY YEARS OF NOTHING

“Can you?” I asked. “Touch Hunter?”

The air beside Hunter shimmered. Almost a hand shape, reaching out.

“Oh!” Hunter jumped. “Cold. But I felt it. I felt you.”

HUNTER - This time the voice was audible, barely a whisper.

“Kris?” Hunter's eyes went wide.

MISSED YOU SO MUCH

“Why didn't you talk to me before?” Hunter asked.

TRIED SO HARD NEEDED CONNECTION NEEDED YOU TO KNOW I WAS HERE

The partial manifestation solidified slightly. I could make out more features—young, pretty, devoted.

“We need to build more energy,” I said, sliding my hand down Hunter's stomach toward his cock. “The hornier we get, the more solid Kris becomes. But I want to take my time with you first.”

I hooked my fingers in Hunter's waistband, dragging his jeans and boxer briefs down slow. His cock sprang free, thick, cut, and flushed dark.

“Fuck,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around him. “Look at you. So hard already.”

Hunter's cock twitched in my grip, another pearl of precum sliding down. I used my thumb to spread it around his head, making him gasp and buck.

“Please,” he begged. “Need your mouth.”

“Not yet,” I said, starting a slow stroke. “Going to edge you until you're desperate. Until Kris is solid enough to really feel this.”

I settled between his thighs, close enough that my breath ghosted over his cock, but didn't take him in my mouth yet. Instead, I teased, licking along the vein on the underside, tonguing at his frenulum, sucking kisses up his shaft while avoiding the head.

“Eli, fuck, please.” Hunter's hands fisted in my hair.

“Patience,” I murmured against his skin. “Want you absolutely wrecked before I let you cum.” Then I paused. “You clean?” I asked between kisses. “On PrEP?”

“Yeah, tested last month. You?”

“Same. Can I fuck you bare?”

“God, please.”

I could feel Kris's energy building. The temperature rising, the air getting thicker. I glanced over and saw Kris's form solidifying—translucent but present, his own cock hard and leaking as he watched.

I finally took Hunter into my mouth, but only the head, swirling my tongue around, lapping at the slick, hard tip. Hunter's hips tried to thrust up, but I pressed them down.

“Stay still,” I commanded, pulling off. “You take what I give you.”

“Fuck, yes, okay—” Hunter was trembling.

I took him deeper this time, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as I slid down. The moan that tore from Hunter's throat was pornographic. I could taste him, salt and musk and pure need. His cock was perfect on my tongue, pulsing with want.

But just as he started getting close, his breathing ragged, balls drawing up—I pulled off completely.

“No!” Hunter actually whined. “I was so close…”

“I know,” I said with a grin. “That's the point.”

Kris was more solid now, kneeling beside us with his eyes fixed on Hunter's cock, wet and aching. His own erection fully visible through his translucent form.

“Watch this, Kris,” I said, then licked a long stripe from Hunter's balls to tip before taking him deep again.

This time I worked him properly, head bobbing, tongue pressing, one hand on his balls while the other pressed behind them, teasing his hole through his taint.

“Oh fuck,” Hunter gasped. “I can feel… Kris, are you—?”

Kris leaned down and pressed his mouth to Hunter's. The kiss looked electric, Hunter arching off the couch while I deep-throated him.

But again, just as Hunter was about to explode, his cock swelling, hole clenching against my finger—I stopped again.

“Please!” Hunter was actually crying now, tears of frustration sliding down his face. “Please, I need to cum—”

“Not yet,” I said firmly. “One more edge.”

I took him down again, faster now, sucking hard while adding a finger to his hole—just the tip, a promise. The wet sounds filled the room along with Hunter's desperate gasps and Kris's ghostly moans.

Hunter came without warning, shooting down my throat while every light in the room went supernova. For one moment, Kris was completely solid, gasping against Hunter's mouth as he felt the orgasm echo through him.

“Holy shit,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Did you see—”

“I felt it,” Kris said, his voice clear for the first time. Young and eager with that California vocal fry. “I felt everything. It was like... like coming without touching myself.”

He was fading again, fighting to maintain form.

“That was just the appetizer,” I said with a grin, stroking my aching cock through my jeans. “We've got forty minutes until midnight. Let's see how solid we can get you before then.”