Chapter 3
Elena’s breathing stayed slow and even beside me.
The shift came the same way it had the night before:cold and certain, settling into my limbs before I could fully surface from sleep.
My eyes opened. The ceiling swam into focus.
I tried to turn my head toward her and felt the refusal in my own neck.
The presence inside me was already swinging my legs out of the bed, already planting my bare feet on the cold floor.
It walked.
Past the foot of the bed. Past the door.
Into the hallway that still smelled faintly of dust and old wood.
Every step was smooth, purposeful, stripped of any hesitation that might have belonged to me.
Maya’s door stood open this time. The thin light from the window cut across the floorboards in a pale stripe.
The ghost pushed the door wider with my hand and stepped inside.
She was on the bed.
Completely bare. Knees bent and open. One hand braced behind her for support while the other worked steadily between her legs.
Two fingers slid in and out of her cunt in a wet, unbroken rhythm, the soft sounds of it loud in the quiet room.
Her head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded, lips parted around shallow breaths.
When the door opened she didn’t stop. She only looked at me-at the thing looking through me-and her fingers kept moving.
The male ghost made a low, approving sound with my throat.
“Started without me.”
Maya’s mouth curved. The smile wasn’t entirely hers.
“Got tired of waiting,” the female ghost answered through her, voice husky. “She’s been aching for it since this afternoon. Every time she sat down she felt you. I made sure of it.”
My body crossed the room. The mattress dipped under my weight as I knelt between her spread thighs.
I could see everything:the glossy sheen coating her fingers, the swollen flush of her cunt, the way her clit stood out, dark and slick.
The ghost reached down with my hand and caught her wrist, pulling her fingers free.
A thin string of arousal followed. It brought those fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, slow and thorough, eyes locked on hers the entire time.
“Fucking soaked,” it muttered. “Both of you.”
It released her wrist and pushed her thighs wider.
Then it leaned in and dragged the flat of my tongue through her folds in one long, deliberate stroke, from the dripping entrance all the way up to her clit.
Maya’s hips jerked. A sharp little sound escaped her.
The ghost did it again, slower, savoring, before closing its mouth over her and sucking.
Her hand flew to my hair.
“That’s it,” the female ghost breathed, already sounding wrecked. “Eat it. She needs it so bad….ohhhh…needs your mouth. She needs you to ruin her again. Mmmmmm, she’s been dreaming of his cock for years.”
The male ghost gave her exactly that. It licked and sucked without mercy, tongue pushing inside her, then returning to her clit in tight, relentless circles.
Two of my fingers slid into her while it worked, curling hard against the front wall.
The wet sounds grew louder. Maya’s thighs trembled on either side of my head.
Her breathing turned into broken, needy noises that the female ghost kept turning into filthy encouragement.
“Deeper! Oh…fuck, yes-don’t stop. Mmmm…make her come on your tongue first, then give her your cock.”
It didn’t stop until her whole body seized. Her cunt clamped down around my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses, a rush of fresh wetness coating my hand and chin. The ghost kept licking her through it, drawing every last tremor out of her before finally lifting its head.
Maya’s eyes were dark and glassy when they met mine again.
The male ghost wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then reached down and shoved my sweatpants low enough to free my cock. It was already rigid, the head shiny with precome. It stroked itself once, slow, watching her watch it.
“On your hands and knees,” it ordered.
She moved immediately, rolling over, presenting herself, back arched, knees spread. The ghost moved in behind her, dragged the thick head of my cock through the mess between her legs, and pushed in to the hilt in one heavy thrust.
Maya’s cry was muffled by the pillow.
It fucked her hard from the start, deep, punishing strokes that rocked her forward with every impact. One of my hands gripped her hip hard enough to bruise; the other tangled in her hair and pulled her head back so the female ghost could keep talking.
“Listen to that cunt,” it growled between thrusts. “Taking me so fucking well. She’s going to feel this for days. Every step. Every time she closes her legs.”
“Yes!” the female ghost gasped through Maya. “Harder! Use her, fill her up again. I want her leaking you all night.”
The pace turned brutal. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
Maya’s arms eventually gave out; she dropped to her elbows, ass still high, taking every thrust with broken, desperate sounds.
The male ghost reached around and found her clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with its hips until she came a second time, clenching and shaking around my cock.
Only then did it bury itself deep and empty into her, thick, pulsing spurts that I felt flooding her, excess already starting to spill out around the base with every small movement.
It stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand stroking slowly down the length of her spine.
Then it pulled out, watched another slow trickle of come follow, and used my hands to ease her onto her side. The sheet was drawn up over her hips. Maya’s eyes fluttered, the female presence already beginning to fade.
My body stood, pulled the sweatpants back into place, and walked out of the room without a backward glance. The hallway was silent. Elena hadn’t moved. The ghost guided me back into the bed beside her, pulled the blanket up, and only then began to withdraw.
Control returned in slow waves.
I lay still in the dark, the taste of Maya still on my tongue, the ache of release still deep in my cock, and the unmistakable knowledge that tomorrow morning I would wake up next to my wife with the memory of what I had just done burned into every nerve.