Episode 182
EPISODE 182
GHOSTLY THREESOME
Sebastian
I love the beach. Whether it’s the Pacific Ocean back home in LA or the Atlantic here, I never tire of the salty spray, the hush of the waves, or the soft grains of sand between my toes. The rhythm of the ocean never fails to soothe me.
Until today.
I’m sick of the ghosts. Sick of the images that play in my mind. Sick of?—
Two figures splash in the distance.
Naked.
Women.
Heather and June.
As I get closer, I see the viper tattoo on Heather’s shoulder. Fuck, she’s hot. They both are, but June is so...
I’m not sure.
Not fake, but...calculated. Something below her surface is a mystery waiting to be solved. Normally I love a mystery, but I sense something almost dangerous in June .
I watch as both women wrestle in the waves, their laughter carried by the breeze to where I stand.
June is the first to spot me. She waves. “Sebastian!”
Heather wades back toward the beach, her black hair slicked back and shining in the morning sun. “Join us, Sebastian,” she calls as she shakes droplets of salt water at me.
I’ve been with both of them. Separately.
It doesn’t take a genius to see what they’re offering, and I’d be an idiot not to take them up on it.
Just what I need to ease the tension.
I unbutton my shirt. Heather’s eyes light up, a predatory blue flame. June, on the other hand, regards me with a playful curiosity. She’s not as easy to read as Heather, which, this morning, only fuels my intrigue.
They beckon me closer, and I shrug off the rest of my clothes and move toward them, the cool water lapping at my feet.
Heather reaches out for me first, her wicked smile revealing her intentions. June isn’t quite so subtle.
She grabs my cock.
Without a word, she yanks me deeper into the water. Heather kisses my neck while June works my dick with her talented hands.
I could lose myself in this moment, drown in the sensation of their bodies against mine. But I can’t shake off an element of danger emanating from June. There’s something about her that screams trouble, even as she’s now whispering sensuous promises into my ear.
The world starts to spin as they kiss down my body, continuing their exploration. The water around us grows warmer with our rising heat. I gasp when Heather takes me into her mouth, her fingers gripped tight around my base. June continues to tease my chest, leaving trails of kisses and bites.
But something’s not right.
My senses heighten, the ocean’s lullaby dissipating into a harsh roar in my ears. June’s eyes meet mine, their usual manipulative twinkle replaced with something darker, something malevolent.
“I’ve waited for this,” she murmurs against my skin, digging her fingers into my waist.
And then I feel it. A sharp sting as she sinks her teeth into my chest. At the same time, Heather’s mouth tightens around me, her teeth grazing dangerously.
I yell out in surprise and pain, pushing them off me and staggering back in the water. But they’re faster than I am. They circle me like sharks, their laughter harsh and mocking against the crashing waves.
“Did you really think it would be that easy, Sebastian?” Heather sneers, her beauty marred by her malicious smirk.
June’s eyes flash with delight as she sees the dawning comprehension on my face. “You took something from us,” she hisses, “Now we’re taking something from you.”
“What are you talking about?” I demand. “I didn’t take anything from you!”
The only sounds are their heavy breaths and the roaring of the ocean. Heather lunges at me, clawing at my chest with her sharp nails. I struggle to hold her off, but it’s like trying to hold back a hurricane. She’s too powerful.
June stays back, just watching, her eyes cold and unblinking.
I wrestle Heather off me long enough to take a desperate gulp of air, but she’s back on me in seconds, sinking her teeth into my shoulder. I cry out in agony, and out of the corner of my eye I see June moving toward us.
“No,” she says quietly. “It’s my turn.”
Heather releases me with a growl. Her lips are red with my blood, and she wipes them off with the back of her hand as she backs away.
June steps forward, her eyes gleaming eerily. She traces her fingers along my torso, leaving red trails of blood behind. “You have no idea what you’ve brought upon yourself, Sebastian,” she whispers.
I try to break free from her grip, but it’s futile. She’s too strong, too ruthless. She tightens her fingers around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Panic sets in as I gasp for breath.
I glance across the beach, desperately searching for help, but there’s no one in sight. We’re alone here—just me, the ocean, and these two dangerous women.
A wicked smile plays on June’s lips as she watches my struggle. “You should have stayed away,” she taunts, pressing her nails deeper into my skin.
My world starts to blur at the edges as I continue to fight for breath. My heart pounds with a dread-filled rhythm matching that of the rolling waves.
And then I see it.
A flash of silver in Heather’s hand.
I gasp as the blade sinks into?—
My eyes jerk open as the cool waves roll onto my body.
I’m lying on the sand. Clothes still on. Heart beating wildly.
Heather? June?
Nowhere to be found.
My hands are trembling, my flesh covered in goosebumps .
Images swirl inside my mind. Heather. June. Blood. A silver blade.
What the hell is going on with me?
Neither of them is a threat. In fact, I like Heather. A lot.
Why would...
Fuck.
I haven’t had this kind of reaction since...
No. Can’t go there.
Absolutely cannot. I’ve dealt with enough ghosts. Some of them just have to stay buried.