Page 43 of Ghosts of Halloween

God, I’m shameless. Two cocks at once? Only yesterday, I wouldn’t have considered it. And now it’s ‘yes, please!’

The head of Jack’s cock is smooth and warm in my mouth, and I suck on it just like Caden told me to. It’s weird, having a cock in my mouth and just letting it sit there without working toward getting the guy off. And Jack’s uncomfortable, I can tell. He breathes hard, his body tense, sweat gleaming on his hard abs.

And yet, he doesn’t make demands. Apart from one time he couldn’t help himself, he doesn’t thrust in my mouth, doesn’t urge me to take him deeper, and his hand on my head doesn’t push me down but strokes and comforts me instead.

“This is fucking torture, baby,” he whispers, his hand shaking as it combs through my hair, setting off a flurry of sparks. “But if that means I get to have your mouth on me, I’ll endure it. Take what you need. I can see this is helping, so just do what you want with me.”

He’s so sweet, and for a moment, tears gather in my eyes. I still don’t understand how he’s even here, but this moment between us, with Jack so eager to help me relax, makes me ache for everything we could have had.

If he hadn't died that night.

His tenderness balances out the way he took me earlier. And it should have triggered me, but it didn’t. It was the hottest sex in my life, and I want him to do that again. Just take me when and where he wants, without waiting for my permission, because he can’t help himself.

I’ve never been wanted this way. Like he's drowning, and I’m his air, and he’ll do anything to have me.

Caden pulls his fingers out, and there’s no sting, no pain. I feel pleasantly warmed up and empty. Waiting for more.

When he doesn’t provide, I look over my shoulder, and my lips part when I see him. It’s the first time I get to look at his dick close-up, and it gives me pause.

“Fuck,” I whisper, eyes glued to his cock as he throws his pants aside.

“That’s the idea, pet,” he says with a grin, slowly stroking himself. “You like it?”

“You’re pierced, too.”

I stare at the metal barbells gleaming coldly in the head of his cock. There are four metal balls crowning him at even intervals, which means there are two barbells crossing in there. I suck in a breath, wondering how they will feel inside me. Jack’s cock hurt, and not just at first. And yes, this piercing is different, but I can’t help but notice those barbells add girth to the head.

Having that in my ass will be fucking painful.

Caden grins and runs his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that seeps from his slit.

“You like it on Jack, don't you? This one’s called a magic cross. You can start praying, though it won’t help much.”

He chuckles darkly and positions himself behind me, his hands settling on my hips. I take a deep breath that does nothing to calm my racing heart. My palm sweats, and my asshole, so warm and relaxed just a moment before, is tight again. I’m scared of the pain, and he can tell.

“And you were doing so well,” Caden says, stern disappointment in his voice as he smacks my ass with a loud slap. “Such a naughty girl. Put that cock in your mouth and suck on it until you feel better.”

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, and lower my head to take Jack in again. Caden strokes my butt until his hands settle on my lower back, and he massages the dimples on each side of my spine with his thumbs.

And yet, I can’t relax. I know as soon as I do, he’ll push in, and even though a part of me is so curious and aroused, fear prevails.

“Daddy will have this ass tonight, little bird,” Caden says, his voice rough but quiet. “And my patience is running out. Tell me what you need.”

I let Jack’s cock fall out of my mouth and lick my lips, the answer coming easily.

“A distraction,” I whisper. “I’ll blow Jack, and when I focus on him… Don’t warn me, just do it.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Jack says, gathering my hair into his hand so it’s out of my face.

“Brave little bird,” Caden praises me, and a glow of pleasure warms my chest. “Works for me. Get your boyfriend off, baby girl, and Daddy will take care of you here.”

I don’t say Jack’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t correct Caden, either. And why not let myself pretend for a little while? This feels like a dream, asoap bubble that can burst any minute, and I’m determined to cherish every second I have left.

As Jack holds my hair up for me, his grip just tight enough for my scalp to tingle, I open my mouth, doing my best to relax my throat, and take his cock deeper. Jack groans, twitching in my mouth, and his piercings click against my teeth. I drag my mouth back up, careful not to snag a barbell on my lower teeth, and do it again.

I work him slowly, pleasure bursting inside me from how obviously Jack enjoys my mouth. He curses and pants, his abs working as he rolls his hips slightly up and down, instinctive and hungry. Meanwhile, Caden’s fingers massage me slowly, slick in the lube. When he pulls them away, I tense, and he pats my bottom lightly. The lube squirts out with a wet sound, and he goes back to working me slowly until I relax, focusing on Jack.

He’s so hot, so eager in my mouth, and soon, I am lost in him.

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