Page 5 of Satisfied By the Specter (Halloween Temptation #8)
Hunter
My brain was trying to process everything at once. Three years of a ghost secretly in love with me, watching me jerk off, cockblocking dates out of jealousy. And now that ghost was semi-solid, gorgeous despite the dated hairstyle, and desperately wanted to be part of a supernatural threesome.
“You take care of me,” I said to the shimmering form of Kris. “All those times I felt lucky… that was you?”
The laptop screen flickered:
WANTED TO HELP WATCHED YOU STRUGGLE WANTED TO MAKE THINGS EASIER
“But the dating part...”
SORRY SO SORRY JUST COULDNT WATCH YOU WITH THEM NEEDED YOU FOR MYSELF
Eli laughed, palming his own cock through his jeans. I could see the thick outline straining against the denim. Definitely bigger than mine, long enough that I wondered how it would feel stretching me open. “Possessive ghost discovers jealousy.”
“Were you really jealous?” I asked. “Or were they actually wrong for me?”
BOTH JEALOUS AS FUCK BUT ALSO THEY WERE TERRIBLE MANNY WAS SEXTING THREE OTHER GUYS
“You stalked my dates?”
PROTECTIVE RECONNAISSANCE
“Okay,” Eli said, shifting to his professional voice that made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. “Let's work on your manifestation. Hunter needs to see and feel you properly if this is going to work.”
The shimmer condensed, becoming more human-shaped. I could see him more clearly; lean muscle, smooth chest, cock hard and leaking despite being dead. Smaller than Eli's thickness, closer to my size, pretty and flushed even in translucent form.
“Focus on what you want,” Eli told him. “Not on being solid. On touching Hunter.”
Kris's fingers materialized first, reaching for me with visible desperation. When they touched my cheek, they felt cool but real.
“Better,” I breathed. “So much better.”
His face was becoming clearer, with sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes that would have been blue in life but now held silver light. Beautiful in that delicate way that probably got him bullied in 2001.
“Hi,” I said, feeling ridiculous and fond and aroused all at once.
His mouth moved but only static came out.
“Save your energy for touch,” Eli advised, already pulling his own shirt off, revealing a lean torso with a trail of dark hair I wanted to follow with my tongue.
When he shoved his jeans down, his cock sprang free, long, thick, slightly curved, the head already glistening. Definitely bigger than mine.
My hole clenched just looking at it.
Kris nodded, his hands exploring my face like I was something precious. The wonder in his eyes made my chest tight.
BEAUTIFUL appeared on the laptop screen. CANT BELIEVE YOURE REAL
“You're not bad yourself,” I managed. “Even with the boy band hair.”
His laugh was silent but I felt it, warmth rippling through the room.
“We need more energy,” Eli said, wrapping his hand around his cock, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. “The more aroused we get, the more solid Kris becomes.”
“Such a hardship,” I said, reaching for Eli's cock, wrapping my hand around it. God, he was thick. My fingers barely met around his girth. “Really suffering for the cause.”
Eli groaned, hips pushing into my grip. “Bed. Now.”
My bedroom still showed signs of Kris's earlier tantrum, but the sheets were turned down invitingly, fairy lights casting everything in gold.
WANTED IT READY WANTED IT PERFECT FOR YOU
“Romantic ghost,” I said, pulling Eli down onto the bed with me.
Eli's mouth found mine again, all tongue and heat while Kris hovered beside us. I could feel his desperate arousal like a physical weight pressing against my consciousness.
“Can you feel him?” I asked between kisses.
“Fuck yes. He's practically vibrating with want.”
Eli moved down my body with purpose, stopping to bite and suck marks into my skin—my neck, my chest, my hip bones. Each mark made Kris solidify a bit more, like he was feeding on our passion.
“I want to see you work him open,” Kris said suddenly, his voice clearer. “Want to watch you get him ready. I've imagined it so many times.”
“Filthy ghost,” Eli grinned, reaching for the lube. “You've been fantasizing about this?”
“Every night for three years,” Kris admitted. “Watching Hunter finger himself, wishing I could help. Wishing I could be inside him.”
“You will be,” I promised, spreading my legs for Eli. “Tonight, you will be.”
Eli warmed the lube between his fingers, then circled my hole teasingly. “Tell us what you've imagined, Kris. What you've wanted to do.”
“Everything,” Kris said immediately. “Want to taste him. Want to fuck him. Want him to fuck me. Want to feel what it's like to cum with someone else, not just alone in the dark.”
Eli pushed one finger inside me and I gasped, hole clenching around the intrusion. His fingers were longer than mine, thicker, reaching deeper.
And then it hit me.
Someone else was touching me. Actually touching me. After a year of nothing but my own hand, my own fingers, my desperate imagination—someone real was inside me.
My eyes burned. My chest got tight. And before I could stop it, I was shaking.
“Hunter?” Eli froze immediately, his finger still inside me. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I choked out. “No, don't stop. I just—fuck, it's been a while. Months of nothing and now there's two of you and you both want me and I can't—”
Kris materialized more fully, sitting beside me on the bed, his cool hand on my face. “We've got you,” he said softly. “We've got you, Hunter.”
“I thought something was wrong with me,” I admitted, the words spilling out.
“All those failed dates, ruined hookups.
I thought maybe I was too boring, too vanilla, too…
something. And all this time it was just you, protecting me, and now you're here and Eli's here and I feel like I'm going to fly apart.”
“You're not flying apart,” Eli said gently, starting to move his finger again, slow and careful. “You're coming back together. Let us put you back together, Hunter.”
I nodded, trying to breathe through the overwhelming rush of emotions. Relief. Desire. Joy. Fear that this was somehow a dream and I'd wake up alone again.
“I've got you,” Eli repeated, adding a second finger. The stretch was perfect, just this side of too much, filling me in ways my own fingers never could. “We've got you. And we're not going anywhere.”
Kris's hand moved from my face to my chest, and I watched his expression change, wonder replacing concern.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispered, his palm pressed over my heart. “I can feel it. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. God, Hunter, you're so alive.”
His other hand explored my arm, my shoulder, my collarbone. Each touch deliberate, reverent, like he was mapping territory he'd only seen from a distance.
“What does it feel like?” I asked as I watched him discover touch.
“Like everything,” Kris breathed. “You're warm. I didn't know warm was a feeling you could have through your fingers. And your skin has texture—little bumps, soft hair, the difference between muscle and bone. And you're solid. You take up space. You're real and I can feel you and it's—”
His voice broke. When I looked at his face, he was crying, silver tears that caught the fairy lights.
“Twenty years,” he said. “Twenty years of watching, wanting, not being able to touch anything. Do you know what that's like? To see the whole world but feel nothing? And then to watch you, so beautiful, so perfect, and not be able to…”
He stopped, overcome. I reached up and cupped his face, feeling how cool his skin was compared to mine, how his tears were weird as fuck—cold, like crying ice.
“You're touching me now,” I said. “You're here. You're real.”
“I'm real,” he repeated, like he was trying to convince himself. Then he leaned down and kissed me.
If his fingers felt like discovery, his mouth was revelation. Cool but warming where our lips met, his tongue tentative at first then bolder. He tasted like static electricity and twenty years of blue balls, like every ghost story condensed into one desperate kiss.
When he pulled back, he was panting despite not needing to breathe.
“Oh,” he said simply. “Oh, that's—that's what kissing you feels like.”
“More,” I begged Eli, who had been patiently working me open while Kris and I had our moment. “Please, more.”
Eli added a third finger, slowly rotating, searching.
“Fuck!” I nearly screamed when he found that spot. “Right there, right fucking there!”
“Look at him, Kris,” Eli said, fucking me open with practiced skill. “Look how desperate he is for it. How his cock is already hard again, leaking all over his stomach.”
He was right. My cock was fully hard, the tip slick.
“Touch yourself,” Kris said, more solid now, his own hand wrapped around his cock. “Want to see you while Eli opens you up.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, starting to stroke in time with Eli's fingers. The dual sensation was overwhelming, Eli's fingers stretching me, hitting that spot with every thrust, while I worked my cock.
This was incredible. The stretch of being opened by someone else's fingers, the angle that was just slightly different from my own, the way anticipation built knowing it would be a cock next, not just my fingers or toys.
My hole clenched around Eli's three fingers, trying to pull him deeper, and muscle memory flooded back. The first time I'd been fucked, nervous and eager. The best time, when a boyfriend had taken his time, made it last for hours. The last time, before Kris had decided no one was good enough.
The stretch was intense now, almost too much, preparing me for what I knew was coming, that thick cock that would fill me completely.
The clock showed 11:47. I could feel midnight approaching like electricity in the air.
“Please,” Kris whined, his hand speeding up on his cock. “Need more. Need to be ready.”
“For what?” Eli asked, though we all knew.
“For both of you,” Kris said. “Want Hunter inside me. Want you inside Hunter. Want all of us connected.”