Page 7 of Satisfied By the Specter (Halloween Temptation #8)

Eli

The kitchen counter (Kris bent over it while Hunter fucked him and I fucked Hunter). Spread eagle on the floor, getting my ass eaten out by two men. Against the wall (where Kris's supernatural strength meant he could hold Hunter up while I fucked him from behind).

“Shower,” Hunter had gasped after the wall incident, all three of us sticky with cum and sweat. “We need a shower.”

The bathroom was small, the shower smaller, but we made it work. Hunter turned on the water, adjusting the temperature while Kris and I pressed against him from both sides.

“This is cozy,” Kris said, his hands already exploring Hunter's ass.

Steam filled the small space quickly. Hunter stepped under the spray first, head tilted back, water cascading over his face and chest. Watching him like that, vulnerable, relaxed, beautiful, made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

“Room for two more?” Kris asked, already stepping in.

It was tight. The shower was barely big enough for two people, let alone three. But that just meant we were pressed together, skin sliding against wet skin, hands everywhere because there was nowhere else to put them.

“I have an idea,” Kris said, that mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Want to try something.”

“You've already tried most of the Kama Sutra,” I pointed out. “What's left?”

“Remember how I can phase through things?” Kris's grin was absolutely filthy. “Watch this.”

He dropped to his knees in the shower, water streaming over his back, and took Hunter's cock in his mouth. Hunter groaned, hands going to Kris's wet hair.

Then Kris started to go translucent.

“Holy fuck,” Hunter gasped. “What are you—oh my god!”

I watched, fascinated, as Kris phased just enough that Hunter's cock slid deeper—impossibly deep—without any resistance. No gag reflex, no physical limitation, just endless wet heat.

“How does that feel?” I asked Hunter, my cock hardening again.

“Like… fuck… like he doesn't have a throat,” Hunter panted. “Like I could just keep going forever. It's insane. It's—Kris!”

Kris pulled back, solidifying, and Hunter's cock slid out of his mouth with an obscene pop. “Good?” he asked innocently.

“You can't just… that's not fair,” Hunter said. “Nobody's mouth feels like that.”

“Advantage of being formerly dead,” Kris grinned. “No gag reflex required. Want to see what else I can do?”

He went translucent again, but this time he moved forward, pressing his face against Hunter's groin. And kept pressing. His face literally phased into Hunter's body, and from the way Hunter's eyes rolled back, Kris was doing something impossible inside him.

“He's—oh fuck—I can feel his tongue on my prostate,” Hunter gasped, gripping the shower wall for balance. “From the inside. He's licking me from the inside!”

My cock was rock hard now, watching this ghost porn play out in front of me. Kris pulled back, solidifying again, looking pleased with himself.

“Your turn,” he said to me.

“My turn for what?”

“I want to see if it works both ways.” Kris positioned himself between us, still on his knees. “Both of you. At the same time.”

He opened his mouth for Hunter, then gestured for me to move closer. I positioned myself at the angle he indicated, and then Kris went translucent again.

Hunter pushed into his mouth from the front.

I pushed in from the side. And somehow, impossibly, we were both in Kris's mouth at the same time.

I could feel Hunter's cock sliding against mine, could feel the wet heat of Kris's mouth around both of us, could feel Kris's tongue doing impossible things.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “This is—fuck, Kris—”

Kris made a pleased sound around both our cocks, and the vibration nearly finished me right there. He pulled back enough to solidify his lips around us, creating a seal, then sucked hard.

Hunter came first, shouting loud enough to wake the neighbors, his cum spilling into Kris's mouth. The sight and sensation triggered my orgasm, adding to the mess. Kris swallowed it all, somehow, his throat working despite the physical impossibility of what we'd just done.

When he pulled back, fully solid again, he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.

“Okay,” I said, panting. “That was officially the weirdest and hottest thing I've ever experienced.”

“Ghost blowjobs,” Hunter agreed, sliding down the shower wall to sit on the floor. “Best thing about dating a ghost.”

We'd made it out of the shower eventually. Now we were back in bed, skin still damp, and despite everything we'd already done, still impossibly hungry for each other.

“Want to try the phasing thing differently,” Kris said, his innocent expression completely fake now that we knew what a freak he was.

“You just deep-throated two cocks at once,” I pointed out. “What's left?”

“Remember how I made things less solid in the shower?”

Hunter's eyes went wide. “You're not suggesting—”

“I want you both inside me. At the same time. But I want to try something while partially phased.”

“That's...” I paused, cock already hardening again despite having cum four times. “Actually, I have no idea what that would feel like.”

“Only one way to find out,” Kris grinned.

He straddled me first, sinking down onto my cock with a pleased sigh. Three hours of fucking and he was still eager, still tight. Then he beckoned Hunter closer.

“Now phase just your entrance,” I told him, fascinated by the ghost physics at play.

Kris concentrated, and I felt the change. His hole became less solid, more like liquid heat around me. Hunter pushed in alongside my cock, both of us groaning at the sensation.

“Fuck,” Hunter gasped. “I can feel you both but it's like—”

“Like fucking through warm honey,” I finished. “Kris, this is incredible.”

Kris was beyond words, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. His form flickered between solid and translucent, creating waves of sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

“Move,” he finally managed. “Please, fuck me, use me, I need—”

We found a rhythm, both of us thrusting into that impossible heat. Where our cocks rubbed together inside him, it created friction that had all three of us moaning. Kris was babbling now, a mix of profanity and what might have been Backstreet Boys lyrics.

“Tell me how it feels,” I groaned, needing to hear it.

“Like I'm being fucked by lightning,” Kris gasped. “Like every nerve is on fire. Like I'm dying but backwards. Like—oh fuck, right there!”

Hunter and I had found the perfect angle, both our cocks rubbing together with every thrust. Kris was leaking steadily, his cock untouched but rock hard.

“Don't touch yourself,” Hunter said, his voice strained. “Want to see if we can make you cum just from this.”

“I can't, it's too much… I need, “

“You need us.” I sped up my thrusts. “Just us. Our cocks inside you, filling you up, giving you what you've wanted for twenty years.”

That did it. Kris came untouched, his jizz painting our chests. His release triggered Hunter's, then mine, all three of us coming together and setting off every light in the apartment like horny fireworks.

In the darkness, Kris glowed like a fucking lighthouse.

“Best Halloween ever,” he panted, still impaled on both our softening cocks.

“It's not Halloween anymore.” Hunter pointed at his phone. “It's 3:47 AM on November 1st.”

We all froze. The sun would be up in a few hours. Would Kris fade? Turn back into a ghost? Disappear entirely?

“I don't feel different,” Kris said carefully. “Still solid. Still here. Still have both your dicks in my ass, which is a weird way to have an existential crisis.”

“The magic might last until sunrise,” I said, though I wasn't sure. “We should make the most of it.”

“Or,” Hunter said quietly, “we could just hold each other. In case… in case this is all we get.”

The mood shifted from desperate fucking to something softer. We cleaned up with warm washcloths, Hunter taking care of Kris with gentle touches that made the ghost—former ghost—get misty-eyed. Then we curled together in bed, Kris in the middle, held between us.

“Tell us about your life,” Hunter said. “Before.”

So Kris did. Talked about growing up in a small California town, knowing he was different. Hiding who he was. Planning to come out after college, to move to a big city where he could be himself. The accident that stole that future.

“I thought I'd have time,” he whispered. “I was so careful, so patient. Waited for the perfect moment that never came.”

“You have time now,” I said firmly. “We'll figure this out.”

“What if I disappear at sunrise?”

“Then we'll find a way to bring you back,” Hunter said. “Every Halloween if we have to.”

“Or we'll find another way,” I added. “I know other mediums, other practitioners. Someone will know how to make this permanent.”

“You'd do that? For me?”

“Kris,” Hunter turned to face him fully. “You've been taking care of me for three years. You've loved me from beyond death. Of course we'd do that for you.”

“Both of you?”

“Both of us,” I told him. “This isn't just ghost fucking. This is... something real.”

Kris started crying then; not sad tears, but overwhelmed ones. The kind you cry when you realize you're not alone anymore.

We held him through it, pressed close, skin to skin to skin.

“I can't believe I deep-throated two dicks at once,” Kris said suddenly, breaking the emotional moment. “Is that my supernatural power? Ghost gag reflex?”

“Among other things,” Hunter laughed. “You literally licked my prostate from inside my body. That's not normal.”

“Nothing about this is normal,” I pointed out. “We just had a threesome with someone who's been dead for twenty years.”

“Best midlife crisis ever,” Kris said. “Except I died at 24, so technically it's more like a mid-death crisis?”

“You're terrible,” Hunter said, pressing a kiss to Kris's shoulder.

“I learned from watching you,” Kris shot back. “Three years of your dad jokes at the coffee shop. 'Espresso yourself!' Really?”

“My customers love those jokes!”

“Your customers are caffeine addicts who'd laugh at anything before 9 AM,” I said.

“Says the man who orders a cortado with oat milk,” Hunter teased. “Most pretentious order possible.”

“It's a perfectly respectable coffee drink!”

“It's the coffee equivalent of saying you're not like other girls,” Kris added.

We kept bantering, the fear of sunrise temporarily pushed aside by the normalcy of three guys giving each other shit after sex.

It felt real. It felt right. It felt like something that could last.

“Whatever happens,” Kris said eventually, his voice getting serious again, “this was worth the wait. Twenty years of nothing, then six hours of everything.”

“Eight hours,” Hunter chuckled. “We've still got until sunrise.”

“Then we better make them count,” I said, already hardening again because apparently ghost threesomes gave me the recovery time of a teenager.

“How are you hard again?” Kris asked, staring at my cock.

“How are you solid?” I countered. “We're past questioning the physics here.”

“Fair point,” Kris said, then straddled me again. “Want to see if I can phase just my tongue while riding you?”

“You're going to kill us,” Hunter groaned, but he was already reaching for the lube.

“Can't kill me,” Kris said cheerfully. “Already dead. Formerly dead. Whatever. Point is, I'm making up for twenty years of no sex in one night.”

“RIP our dicks,” I said.

“Worth it,” Hunter and Kris said in unison.

The sun could wait. We had more important things to do. Like finding out exactly how many ways a ghost could use his phasing abilities during sex.

Turns out, the answer was a lot.