Chapter 13 - Replayed
Iknew from the past when Mark had inadvertently slept over; he dreamed little. Well, I assume he didn’t; he was a sound sleeper. Must have been one of those people who had a clear conscience and could fall asleep instantly. But that night, I made sure he would dream of me. He didn’t have a choice.
Mark tossed in his sheets as if guilt was tucked in beside him. His bed creaked with every movement. The room was hot, and sweat clung to his collarbone like regret, glistening in the moonlight peering through the gap between his blackout curtains.
There were so many crumbled tissues and dirty laundry in Mark’s room that my corporeal form manifested stronger than ever. I was still a spirit, but I could leave his wastebasket entirely. I hovered, lingered just above the ceiling fan, coiled like a storm cloud in a haunted painting.
I watched and waited. Let that moment ripen.
He tried to fight it; he squeezed his already-shut eyes tighter and threw his blanket off of him.
His shirt was lifted, revealing his stomach.
He had got chunkier over the years, and his furry stomach was frustratingly hot.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I controlled myself.
He was muttering to himself, but that only egged me on.
I slunk down like a snake seeking its prey, and then I stopped.
Mark was always ruled by his body. And right now?
It was betraying him. Despite being fast asleep, his hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants.
He reached further and took hold of his cock.
He let out a sigh and, in his reverie, shifted his pants down and pulled out his massive cock. I missed that thing so much.
He began stroking himself. It made my incorporeal spine arch like it used to for him. He let out a small grunt and then whispered a word. “Eddy.”
He said my name!
Then, in the moonlight, I spotted it.
A bead.
A silvery shimmer.
Slick, glistening. His cock twitched, and out oozed a pulse of pre-cum welling at the tip.
Bingo! This was my entry point. I had done it with his saliva. His cum would only be more potent.
I dove.
My spectral form slinked towards Mark’s bed.
I landed on his legs. A familiar position I have been in before.
I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grip that cock again.
Run my hands along his shaft and take it in my mouth.
Lick the tip and swallow it. But I shook my head.
I was on a mission for revenge, not to have ghost sex with Mark.
I slithered forward until I was face to face with his cock. He was furiously stroking, and the pre-cum was building and covering his glistening head. I stuck out a finger and touched the warm smear of silvery liquid.
Wasted bodily fluids were just as good as discarded items, dirty laundry or even trash, and it bound me to him.
His filthy sex dream was my invitation into his mind, and I swirled my finger around the tip of his cock, causing him to groan louder and arch his hips upwards.
With a mere touch of my finger into his pre-cum, the world around me went stark black and his dream world opened around me.
We were back at the motel we both visited.
It was cheap. Tawdry. Nostalgic in a way that made me sick. Wallpaper was sweating off the walls. A lamp flickered.
I stood in a corner.
Silent.
He hadn’t placed me yet.
Not this spectral version of me, anyway. But the dream echo version of me? Absolutely.
There I was. My past self was already on the bed. Face down, ass up. Waiting. Just how Mark ordered.
Mark didn’t question it. He just undressed. Shirt off. Belt undone. He let out that little grunt he always made when his cock got fully hard, like he was proud of it. Like it was a weapon of ass destruction; a sword to slay his enemies.
He climbed onto the bed and grabbed the echo-me like he always did, like I was just a toy for his pleasure. A thing.
That was how I knew the actual Mark hadn’t changed. So, I took the place of my echo. Dream logic met my spectral-trash-powers, and his mind couldn’t resist me whilst I still gripped onto the head of his dick in the real world. I became the body beneath him.
I needed to take control of this situation, and I knew just how to surprise him. My body twisted around, and I grabbed his wrists. I flipped the dream-us and rolled him onto his back, and the Mark outside of the dream caused the dream him to also react by gasping.
“Eds?” He wheezed like the wind was taken out of him. I’m not quite sure how I managed to flip him and still keep his erect cock inside of my hole, but somehow, it stayed put. In fact, Mark got even harder.
I know it was a dream, but it was so tempting to keep this going. To ride him until his hot cum shot through me. My legs straddled his thighs, and I could feel his thundering heartbeat throb through his cock and flex my hole open further.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his breath laboured.
“Getting what I came for.” I grinned wide, and his eyes lit up.
There was no harm in indulging him a little, right?
It’s been so long since I felt any form of connection. I would be denying myself this if I finished too soon. It was just like old times, at least the better part. He and I were connected on a lustful level.
He thrust his hips up, and I felt every inch of his dick slide through me. I let out a groan, and it only made him hornier and more powerful. He held my hips in place as he continued.
I grinned down at him as he thrust. “You want this hole, don’t you?”
He nodded his head, and his cock was pressing against my ghost form like it was begging to be forgiven. Like each thrust was a reminder of the man he used to be before.
My eyes flashed open, and I pressed my palm to his chest to lean forward to his ears. His hands were gripping my waist, grabbing my ass and pulling me in closer. I whispered slowly.
“You left me to rot. So now you’ll rot in me!”
His eyes went wide, but he couldn’t stop thrusting into me. He was getting off over this!
He gave one last almighty thrust, and then he moaned. Loud. Ragged. I could hear his outside voice coming through. A name caught in his throat like a globule of mucus that couldn’t be coughed up.
And then he came.
Violent.
Convulsing and ruined.
I had claimed him. Made him, this moment, mine.
The surrounding dream shifted, and it was shattered around me. Mark was waking. I let it happen and shifted back into reality.