Page 15 of Haunted Desires
Finley chuckles deep and low at my hesitation before kissing me once on the lips. It’s short and sweet and everything I’ve ever wanted. “Do what you want. Tonight is a gift for you.”
I give in to that feeling and close my eyes before looking back at the ghosts.
“I want—” I start, my mouth dry.
The ghost kisses me. Getting closer.
He puts one hand on my waist and the other in my hair, tugs me to his body, and kisses me.
The dark-haired ghost is a confident kisser, and even while I’m kind of freaking out—because a ghost is kissing me, and he’s good at it, and this has to be a dream—I’m also falling into it. Falling into this moment that can’t be real.
That’s the thought I hold onto. That and the offer from Finley. It’s not real and I can do what I want. I reach for Finley as the ghost kisses me deeper, exploring me with his tongue. Even in my dreams, I crave him. I need him with me. I need to know he’s alright with this. I lean my head back to break the kiss and peek at Finley to find him in awe, his eyes dark with lust. The ghost’s lips drop to my neck and as a moan slips between my lips, Finley kisses me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans against my lips and his warmth at odds with the chill the ghost left behind is electrifying. I’ve never been so horny in my life.
Finley leaves my side and I’m barely able to watch him grab a lighter to light another candle and catch sight of the other two ghosts enjoying the show before the ghost is on me again. Kissing me.
It’s the same cool feeling as his hands, and it only makes me more aware of how warm I am, and how much I’ve been craving being kissed like this, and touched…
And more.
As if he can hear my thoughts—because he can according to Finley—the dark-haired ghost lowers us down to the blanket. His grip is strong yet gentle and as he lays above me it’s far more obvious how much taller he is. I grip his arm and feel nothing but hard muscle. In a blink his shirt is gone, nothing but the carving of muscle beneath my finger tips.
My God, he is gorgeous. As if I’ve imagined him myself.
The other two ghosts come with us. Finley steps in and nudges the dark-hair ghost out of his way, and then it’s his hands in my hair and his mouth on mine. Possessively and I fucking love it. The way he commands my body. His tongue massages mine and he steals my breath with his demanding kiss.
I let out a moan at the heat of him. He tastes a little like the chocolate he fed me and lets out a harsh breath when I arch up into him.
“Did you want me still?” I whisper, a hint of doubt creeping in although I tell myself again, it is only a dream.
“More than ever,” he whispers back, and then both of us are stripping each others’ clothes off as fast as we can. His hands on my body and all the while the ghosts watch.
The ghosts surround us, cool hands reaching past Finley to touch me. One grips my breast and then toys with my nipple. Another runs his fingers through my hair and the last kisses on the nape of my neck. The sensations are all consuming. So much at once and yet far too little.
I need more. As Finley leans me back to kiss me, the two ghosts that haven’t kissed me play with my nipples. Their groans of want fill my senses.
“Oh my god,” I say into Finley’s mouth. “Oh my god.”
“You like that?” he asks. “You want more of that?”
“Yes,” I manage to say in a single breath. “Please,” I plea on the verge of coming already. “I’ve never–” I start to say and Finley tells me, “I haven’t either.”
Finley groans, pushing his hips into mine, then shifts himself off me so he’s lying at my side. He slides his large, warm hand over one of my breasts and toys with my nipple, then lets the ghost have a turn.
For a moment I wonder what they’re thinking. I wonder if they know exactly what I’m thinking. Flashes of them sharing me, one taking me from behind while I suck another, are so vivid in my mind.
I stare up at Finley and a sly grin grows on his face, “Oh Hazel…” he starts. “Such a naughty girl.” Before the blush can spread any deeper in my cheeks, Finley nods to his right, to the ghosts waiting.
The dark-haired ghost pushes my thighs apart, then kisses down my belly. I open my thighs a little wider when he kisses my belly button and I turn my face toward Finley.
He leans down to me again, and then?—
All I can feel is the wild sensation of being touched and played with by three ghosts and kissed by a man.
At the same time, the dark-haired ghost lowers his mouth to my pussy and licks. Oh fuck! The pleasure ignites through me. The cold and the heat at war along my skin. My heart is pounding and my lungs are barely working.
I never thought I’d moan this loud in my life. On the sensitive, wet skin between my legs, the dark-haired ghost’s tongue feels both hot and cold. I can’t tell whether it’s because I’m so wet and turned on or because the ghost is somehow drawing in heat to make it feel better for me.
