Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

I think I’m the only one who can see the light trembling of Jack’s fingers. It’s because I watch them like a hawk, mesmerized by the sight. He has graceful hands, tanned even in the dead of winter, his nails short and even.

As he tugs my zipper down and deftly unbuttons my jeans, I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. Jack has sucked my cock twice already, but it’s still new. We’ve been so busy building our lives here, sex was pushed to the sideline.

I can’t wait to have his eager mouth on me, with Silas and Harlow watching. The fact it’s all four of us again makes this thing all the hotter. So much better.

“Good puppy,” I praise him when he tugs my jeans down with my underwear, freeing my cock. “So eager.”

Jack flashes me a look, his eyes filled with heat, mouth twisted slightly with nerves. Fuck, I love it when he looks like this. Hope he never loses that vulnerable innocence.

“Will you suck my dick, puppy?” I ask, gratified when the blush staining his high cheekbones spreads lower. I press my finger to his lip, flattening it as Jack swallows. “Will you make me feel good with this pretty mouth of yours?”

He really has a pretty mouth. Wide and full, it softens the sharp lines of his face. Jack has a dangerous, criminal look, and if you saw him on the street, you’d clutch your purse, thinking he might mug you. But those lips add a sensuous twist to the danger. They promise that if he mugs you, you might secretly enjoy it.

Not that Jack would ever do something as stupid as plain old robbery.

“Yes,” he says hoarsely, wetting his lips. “I want to suck your cock.”

His eyes are wide and open, desire swirling inside, and I groan. I love Jack like this. He has untapped depths, and I’m itching to tap them. Hard. Hell, maybe he’ll finally let me fuck him tonight.

I cup his jaw as he wraps his gorgeous fingers around my shaft, thumbing the bead of precum on the pierced head. Silas uncovers Harlow’s eyes, and she sucks in a sharp breath, taking us in.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She was right about the masks, of course. I don’t know whether Jack’s choice was a fully conscious one, but the mask allows him to suck me off easily. The lower part of his face is uncovered, so he takes me into his hot, eager mouth at once. I grunt, spreading my legs wider. I sit on my heels, and he bends low over me, taking my cock deep at first.

“Hold on. I’ll stand up.”

He sucks off my cock, which throbs at the sensation. Fuck, I love Jack’s mouth. His eyes already look hooded, eyelids heavy with lust, and as soon as I’m up, bracing with one hand against the wall, he sucks me in with a low moan.

“Fuck, puppy. Such a slut for my dick,” I grunt, flexing my hips lightly so as not to choke him. I grip the back of his head, his hair prickly against my skin.

Jack looks up, my cock almost fully buried in his mouth, his full lips wrapped around me. I groan, my cock kicking in his mouth. He’s so fucking hot like this. “Keep going, Jack. My good boy.” And then, because I can’t help myself even when consumed by pleasure, I snicker and add, “Suck Daddy Santa’s cock, my good Rudolph boy.”

Jack sputters and pulls back to the sound of Harlow’s gasping laughter. Silas huffs in amusement, and I know he’s grinning behind the mask. Jack laughs, his face turning crimson. “Fuck, Caden. Way to go if you want to spoil the mood.”

“Hey, I’m still hard and you are, too,” I say with a grin, pointing at his straining erection. “Admit it, love. You’re hard for Daddy Santa.”

Jack shakes his head, still laughing, and then grabs my cock in a tight fist, looking up with a mischievous grin. “I’m hard for Daddy Caden. You taste better than a candy cane, old man.”

Before I can come up with a witty retort, Jack swallows my cock, and I tilt my head back with a curse. This is new—Jack mouthing off when on his knees—but I can’t say I mind it. “Damn, puppy,” I grunt. “This old man can’t wait to fuck your ass.”

He looks up, the corners of his eyes still creased with laughter, and gives me a long, hard suck while his tongue swirls around my piercings. My thighs shake, and I rock into his welcoming mouth, holding his head steady.

Jack’s hand on the base of my cock works me to the rhythm of my thrusts, his cheeks hollowed. He looks up at my face even though I know it’s not easy, and I can’t help it. I moan in pleasure, because the sight is so fucking hot.

“You look so good with your mouth full of cock.”

A slick sound makes me look up, and I curse, seeing Harlow naked from the waist down, her legs spread open. Silas whispers in her ear, his hand between her legs, strumming gently. Her fingers cover his, directing him while she watches me and Jack. Our eyes lock, and she pants out a shaky breath, rocking her hips into Silas’s touch.

“Like this,” she bites out. “Please. Just like this.”

“You got it, angel,” he murmurs, running the fingers of his free hand down her shoulder. “I thought it would be harder. Or maybe you’re just so easy, hm? Just need someone to touch this needy cunt, and you’re ready to come.”

“Fuck!” I grit out. This is sublime. As Jack works me harder and faster, his fingers curling around my balls, I don’t know where to look. I glance from his upturned face to demonic Silas getting Harlow off and back, and soon, my cock hardens and swells in Jack’s mouth.

“Don’t swallow, love,” I gasp out on the brink of orgasm. “You’ll give it all to Harlow when Silas makes her come.”

I pull slightly back to fill Jack’s mouth with my cum. Thick spurts land on his tongue while I grip the back of his head, loving that it’s him, that it’s us, that this is my life now. Pleasure bursts behind my eyes, in my chest, hot bliss in my balls and cock, and I know this is fucking it. The best I’ve ever had. The only thing I want.

“Pass the snowball, puppy.”

Jack pulls back, his lips pursed to hold my cum in. I point with my chin to Harlow and Silas, and he turns, crawling to them. He puts his trembling hands on Harlow’s naked thighs and presses his lips to hers. Her face is tilted back, and her throat works as she swallows my cum.

Silas’s dark eyes glint in the eyeholes, his fingers working her faster until she moans into Jack’s mouth, lifting her hips off the mattress, tense and shaking as she comes.

My cock throbs, softening even as I will it to go hard again. I want to keep fucking. I want more. All of them. But unlike on that Halloween night, my body is under strict biological constraints. I’ll need a breather before I can hold another erection.

Which is just as well.

“You need to come, don’t you, Rudolph?” I say, sitting down with a huff. I’ve buttoned my jeans for what comes next, but we’re still not done here. “I have an idea. Harlow, suck Jack’s cock, and Silas will tell you exactly what to do. You have to obey.”

She pulls away from the kiss and she and Jack look into each other’s eyes, panting, both horny. They miss Silas’s quiet laughter, and I can just imagine the evil grin he sports behind the mask. I expected his reaction and I know what it means. He wants to torment both Jack and Harlow, make that blowjob drawn out, edging them both with his commands.

Good thing there’s a part two to my plan.

“Not so fast, baby,” I murmur, leaning in around Harlow, who’s still between his spread legs. “There’s a catch.”

“What catch?” His voice, usually so silky and polished, is gritty.

“Whatever you tell Harlow to do to Jack, I will do, too. To you,” I say with a smirk, because I’m proud of this one. It’s the perfect way to make Silas squirm. He’ll hold all the power, and yet, he’ll be torn between tormenting Jack and gratifying himself.

In the end, I think, he’ll edge everyone. It should give me enough time and incentive to get hard again.

“Fuck,” he spits. “Fine. Jack, I want you sitting against the wall, legs spread wide. Make sure you can see everyone.”

When Jack obeys, Silas shuffles against his wall until they sit opposite each other, both with an excellent view. Silas surprises me next by taking his phone out of his pocket. His eyes glitter, making the demonic Krampus mask seem real, and a moment later, a slow, sultry tune starts to play.

Oh, fuck.

“Harlow,” he says in a gleeful voice, looking into my eyes. “Pull on your panties and jeans. And then, I want you to strip, but make it sexy. Dance for him. Move those gorgeous hips until he pants for you like a dog.”

Harlow gets up to get dressed but pauses when she sees Silas.

“Oh my god, I love it!” she says, her hand flying to her mouth. “You’re Krampus! Will you punish us all for being naughty?”

Even though I can’t see his expression, I hear the smirk in his husky voice. “Wait and find out, little one.”

When she turns away, he looks at me, and I remember what I’m supposed to do. Give a sexy dance. However colorful my sex life has been, I haven’t actually danced for anybody yet. Not even Silas.

I look down at myself. I’m wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and a tight T-shirt underneath. I already know there’s no way in hell I can take it off without messing up my Santa disguise. And how does one take off socks in a sexy way?

But Silas watches me, and I’ll be damned if I give up so easily. I shuck off my socks and leave them by the door. I stand in front of him and the side so he can see Harlow, too.

He wants a show? I’ll fucking give him one.