Page 19 of Almost You

Now Ghost easily guided my hand to the dildo, stroking the length of it. It was purple and ridged at the tip. About eight inches long.

“Have you ever?—”

“No.” My shoulders tensed. Heat flushed to my cheeks. “But if you take over and guide my hand, I can do it.”

“Lube?”

“Yeah.” I popped off the cap. My fingers trembled. I felt dizzy with the idea of everything I was about to have. Finally. “It’s a warming one.”

Was it weird talking out loud to myself and…myself? Not really. He was with me. It might be my voice speaking, but the thoughts were coming from us both.

“I want you to take control,” I whispered, stripping off my clothes in a hurry.

Naked, I lay on the bed. Ghost had me drizzle the lube into my palm.

“Ready.” My voice went hoarse. My fingers were sticky and warm with the lube.

“Okay, I’m here. Relax. It’s all good. I can always stop.”

I nodded, knowing already that I wouldn’t stop him from controlling my body. I was feeling more excited than I ever had in my life. I hadn’t ever felt this giant urge, hot and needy before. Part of me might want to question it all, but the bigger part of me had waited far too long. And life was uncertain. Being with ghosts had taught me that much, and so had foster care, a failed marriage, and more. Life had taught me, the way it taught us all, that nobody had guarantees.

A gentle touch on my belly broke through my thoughts.

“Hey,” Ghost stroked me. “Where are you? Focus on me, on us.”

“I will.”

His touch remained gentle as it went lower. His touch—my touch—but, wow…it didn’t feel like me.

This was nothing like jerking myself off all alone. I wanted this. So fucking much. My hand didn’t pause, moving lower. Confident. Not like me.

Like him.

The silence was only punctuated by our mutual low moan. Ghost was with me. Feeling through me.

Oh, please.

I inhaled sharply. My hand glided to my cock, stroking over the tip. I pressed my eyelids shut, a low whimper escaped my throat.

I’d never imagined feeling this way. Like I craved love, but I wasn’t afraid to need it. Not like before. I welcomed being vulnerable for once. It was exhausting, always being the big tough guy, the loner who didn’t need affection. I wanted to have mind-blowing sex, a strong hand on me (even if it was mine), but also I wanted to feel taken care of at the same time.

With a shaky smile, I began to work my cock, pressing a thumb into the slit, and I thrust against my hand, the ridgesof my dick so fucking sensitive I wanted to scream. Those only increased as I glided over my skin to my ball sac, gasping as Ghost took control there.

He made me shudder with each tug. As I writhed, I felt Ghost inside of me, a thrumming energy. He tightened my hold on my dick, jerked me off, demanding every ounce of cum wrung from me. Making needy noises, I surrendered. Shots of cum hit my stomach and chest, and still my hand (his hand) milked my cock for more. I shouted as a final burst of cum released.

Trembling, my instinct was to drift to sleep, but Ghost refused to allow it. He pinched my inner thigh. Slicked my (our) fingers in the cum.

“I want to play with this,” he mused, sliding the cum along my rib cage, painting me with it.

“Open,” he whispered. “Taste.”

I obeyed, and sucked on the cum-stained fingers.

We writhed as I sucked our fingers deeper into my throat.

I smacked our lips at the glossy bits of cum still clinging to my mouth. The salty-bitter essence of myself was new, but I loved it.

Ghost pulled our fingers away, and my heart skipped a beat. We were going beyond anything we’d done in the ghost realm.

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