Ghostly Seduction (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Gwen Campbell

  Raleigh continued. “Her tub was marble. It was deeper than this one, although if I remember correctly, it also accommodated two bodies quite nicely.” When his underwear slid south, Shelby eyed him with what she knew was raw approval. He ran his hand over his lengthening cock, squeezed the head, palmed his balls, and pulled gently. Sliding back, she made room for him when he stepped into the water to join her.

  “This bath keeps the water hot. The marble didn’t,” he added conversationally as he sat down and stretched out his long legs. Taking the lead like he always did, Raleigh pulled her forward until she straddled his thighs. He kissed her. The hands on either side of her face were warm and just rough enough to arouse her. He brought his teeth down on her lower lip, worried it lightly, then released. Balancing herself by threading her fingers through his hair, she leaned in until her breasts touched his chest.

  When he glanced down, he smiled, ran his hands over her back, then pulled her into him so her breasts compressed between them. “Better,” he murmured and nuzzled her ear. “I’m in no mood to be teased tonight.”

  She giggled when his moustache tickled her cheek.

  “Do you doubt me, sweet one?” he asked with what sounded like mock sternness, but with Raleigh, she could never be sure. As if to emphasize his point, he took hold of her hand, kissed her palm, then wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. “Feel how much I want you.”

  He was fully hard and overflowed her hand. Stroking him carefully, she loved the feel of living silk over steel. Her pussy spasmed with want. Bringing her mouth to his, Shelby kissed him, drove her tongue in slowly, and let his taste and scent fill her. His hand drifted between her legs, cupped her pussy, and stroked gently.

  Need that ached and thrilled made her belly clench. Slowly rocking her hips in counterpoint to the movement of his hand appeased that need.

  “I love it when you touch me,” she sighed, dropped her head on his shoulder, and fisted him slowly. His foreskin was a bit of a novelty for her. When she pulled it back, she found that the head of his cock was very sensitive—judging by the way he bared his teeth and groaned. His gaze lost some of its focus. Lust strained his features as he began moving the hand between her legs faster.

  “I love touching you.” With his jaw clenched, the words came out oddly distorted. The distortion only emphasized his sincerity.

  Squirming on his lap, Shelby kissed her lover again. The whole thing was perverse. She knew that. Raleigh was the perfect lover…no pressure, uncomplicated, no wet spot…but he wasn’t real.

  Being with him was so easy it almost made her lose sight of the fact she’d eventually want a real man in her life. A normal guy with normal issues, real-world needs, probably even a bit of nose hair. A guy like Lee, although Shelby knew there was no way she’d ever be that lucky.

  She rolled her back so her breasts rubbed against Raleigh’s chest, adding another layer of sensation. For now, her dream lover filled the void in her life. Soon though, she’d have to end things between them. It would be too easy to get lazy and stay like this with Raleigh forever.

  The sound of the water, the feel of it plopping around her body made her shiver with excitement. With his thumb on her clit, rubbing lightly, he eased two fingers into her. She felt his eyes on her face, knew he was gauging her reaction, like he always did. Again, why was it her dead lover was the most tuned-in man she’d ever been with? Bearing down on his hand, she encouraged him to rub harder, sink his fingers deeper.

  Raleigh obliged, but the mouth pressed against hers widened in a broad smile. “Impatient and demanding, as always,” he said after he tipped his head back. His warm, chocolate eyes seemed to smile at her. That talented and determined hand between her legs never faltered. Soon, he had her squirming.

  “Please,” she whimpered and bore down on his fingers.

  “My darling Shelby,” he whispered, eased her hand away from his cock, held her hips, and positioned her loins over his. “Your every command is my dearest wish.” Watching her face like he couldn’t bear to look away, he rubbed the head of his rod against her.

  She tried to capture him and sink down onto him. Raleigh’s strength defeated her, and she was left trembling with need.

  “Hmm. Now I think you’re ready.” His voice was full of male arrogance. Oddly, it didn’t irritate her because as he spoke, he began lowering her onto his long, hard shaft. Inexorable and slow, he pressed into her until her loins were flush with his. He held her tight, didn’t let her move as he gently rocked his hips, and crushed her breasts into his chest.

  His lips pulled back from his teeth when her fingernails gouged his arms, but he didn’t censure her.

  At first, Shelby was put off by the subtle rocking. Then she realized he was grinding his body against hers. The tease began to thrill her, and soon she was doing her own slow rub on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him, hard. Raleigh kissed her back, sank his tongue in deep, and invited hers to twine and stroke.

  Not until she was shaking and sweat dewed her forehead did Raleigh again use his strength to lift her hips. Smiling, she accepted his go-ahead signal and began to ride his hard cock. He felt so good moving inside her. His hands drifted around to her ass, cupped her flexing muscles, and squeezed with enough force to let her know he liked what she was doing.

  Leaning his head back against the tub rim, he smiled and gave her the freedom to pleasure them both any way she chose. Letting go of her butt, he caressed her back, cupped her breasts, drew a nipple into his mouth, and suckled languidly. That talented hand stroked her belly then dipped between their bodies. She tipped her hips so he could rub her clit without impediment.

  All the while his focus stayed on her face. He grinned with what looked like demented pleasure when she grabbed the edge of the tub and used the leverage to bob up and down fast. He swore passionately when she rubbed her thumb over his nipples then drew her teeth over one…but he never stopped watching her. Feeling like she was the center of his world, Shelby rode him harder.

  Those fingers of his didn’t let her down. They rubbed, flicked, pinched just hard enough to make her squirm and moan. They were also far too efficient, and soon, she felt the trembling forerunners of an orgasm snake through her. Her muscles tensed. Her womb contracted with a pleasure-ache that left her gasping and wanting more. Release pounded through her, making her tense and cry out. She slammed her hips down, gasped when he filled her full, and kept riding. Light sparkled behind her eyes. Every inch of her became hypersensitive, and the swirling water, the sound of their breathing, Raleigh’s passionate words of encouragement reverberated through her.

  Finally, sadly, the passion began to fade. She kept him inside her, fucked him with slow, long strokes, and winced when he squeezed her sensitized nipple too firmly.

  Wearing an eloquent expression of remorse, Raleigh kissed her breast. His lips brushed her with warmth. The cool silk of his mustache soothed her.

  Sitting up straight, Shelby gathered herself and sped up the pumping of her hips. “Your turn,” she said and scored his shoulder with her teeth.

  “Absolutely, my precious minx.” Without warning, he lifted her off him and set her back on her butt. He stood up, leaned back against the rim, spread his legs, and cocked his finger. “Come here.” Sheets of water coursed down his lean body. Holding his cock out to her with one hand, and gathering up her hair with the other, he eased her up onto her knees. “Suck my pecker.” Heat and command flared in his voice. His eyes were dark and focused as he rubbed the flared head across her lower lip. “Finish me off.”

  He could have forced her, but he didn’t. Instead, he towered over her, as imposing and impressive as he’d been in life, and waited for her to obey.

  With her gaze trained on his, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue around the purplish head of Raleigh’s cock. He inhaled sharply, smiled drunkenly. Still holding her hair, he urged her closer. Still swirling her tongue around his tip, still watching him, she hugged his thighs th
en palmed his balls, and stroked them and the sensitive strip of skin behind them.

  Raleigh’s smile widened as his hand fell away from his shaft. “So good,” he moaned. “Such a wicked tongue you have, Miss Prentice.”

  She wrapped her hand around his length and pulled slow and easy. Frustration crept into his expression, and she gripped him harder, stroked him with more authority.

  “That’s it,” Raleigh growled. His hips rocked lightly in counterpoint to her loving. “Suck me into that hot mouth and drive me to bedlam.”

  Doing her best to fight off the lethargy that came in the aftermath of her orgasm, Shelby drew him in deeper. When he touched the back of her throat, she paused, relaxed deliberately, and swallowed. The look on his face, the way his fingers tightened in her hair told her he liked what she was doing. With his free hand he caressed her jaw then cupped her breast and held on. She bobbed her head up and down, released him so she could drag her tongue up his length, then took one of his balls into her mouth.

  Raleigh hissed, but he adjusted the spread of his legs so she could get closer. “That’s so good,” he groaned when her tongue swirled around him. She sucked on the other ball for awhile, stopping only when he started shaking. Leaning back, she helped him steady himself. When she was sure he wasn’t going to slip off the edge of the tub, Shelby wrapped her fingers around his length, pumped up and down a few times, then swallowed up the head of his cock so she could start all over again.

  The hand in her hair tightened and encouraged her to take him deeper. “Just a little more. Don’t stop.” His voice was passion rough, and the sound of it tightened her nipples. She swallowed him up as best she could, bobbed her head up and down like before, and held her breath while her throat clenched in protest. “Now,” he growled and stared down at her with what looked like utter devotion. His stomach tightened in time with the rocking of his hips as the first, hot jet of cum splashed across the back of her tongue.

  Shelby pulled back a little, letting him come in her mouth instead of her throat so she could work him with her tongue and cheeks. Groaning in time with the spasms rocking his body, he held her to him, fisted her hair, and fucked her mouth with a restraint that was as thrilling as it was appreciated. Lean muscles strained beneath his skin. Swirls of water-moistened hair stood out against the paleness of his body. In the throes of orgasm, Raleigh Tanner was all male—delicious, primal, without apology or pretense. His seed tasted salty, was tangy like ripe fruit. She swallowed down the first mouthful, sped up the stroking of her fist, and rasped her tongue around his cockhead, trying to heighten his pleasure.

  He groaned once more then his muscles relaxed. The fingers in her hair eased their grip and smoothed a disheveled strand away from her face. Breathing deep and slow, he tensed one last time when she swirled her tongue over his length.

  “Enough,” he barked finally, eased her away from him, and grinned drunkenly. “If I were ever to fall in love again, it would be with you.”

  His taste in her mouth began to fade. Puzzled, Shelby probed the slit at the end of his cock, gently rooting for more. She tasted him, but at the same time, the creamy residue in her throat disappeared. So did the warm pool of cum in her stomach.

  Someone sighed, and it wasn’t either of them.

  Jerking her head to the side, Shelby saw a young woman sitting on the counter across the room. She was dressed like a flapper, but her clothing was unadorned, the colors faded. Her tight-fitting cap looked shabby. Shelby figured she’d died during the Depression. The woman was also slightly vaporous, and Shelby could make out the wallpaper behind her.

  “Does it feel nice? Doing that?” The woman sighed again. Her ankles were crossed, and she swung her feet slowly. Her shoes were in worse shape than her hat. “I was never allowed to have a boyfriend.”

  Raleigh’s cock slipped out of Shelby’s mouth. “Who the hell are you?” she blurted out.

  “Agatha. Not that you deserve an answer after asking so rudely.”

  “Well forgive me but you’re in my bathroom.” She shot Raleigh a look. “What is this place, Ghost Grand Central?” Wondering why she didn’t feel more self-conscious, Shelby let Raleigh help her out of the tub. He picked up one of the towels she’d set out and began drying her.

  “Er,” he said, “it’s my fault actually.” He ran the towel over her shoulders, her back, and hips. “You see, in the spirit realm, I’m a bit of a shining star as it were. In life I was charismatic as hell.” He flashed her one of those grins that usually left her weak in the knees. When she cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest, he knelt at her feet and began drying her legs. “People flocked to me,” he explained without vanity. “It brought me great success in business and in my private life. Seems I’ve carried some of that charm into the afterlife. There are ghosts like Agatha here…”

  Agatha sat up a little straighter, smiled, and waved.

  “…who aren’t bound to an event or place. They drift along without encumberment.” He stood, ran one end of the towel between Shelby’s legs, and rubbed the other over her breast. “They’re often young and yearn to experience the life they were denied by watching and listening to others.”

  Shelby was appalled by the intrusion into her privacy. “So there’s a voyeur ghost sitting on my bathroom counter,” she blurted out.

  “Well, yes.” He shrugged, tugged on her arms until she held them out, and rubbed the towel over her vigorously.

  Agatha was looking around the room. She jumped down lightly, walked over to Shelby’s dressing gown, and ran her hand over the silky material. Lifting the gown off the hook, she put it on, tied the matching belt with a pretty bow, and stood in front of a mirror to look at herself. Shelby opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. Agatha looked happy and fragile at the same time as she hesitantly admired herself. Her expression, eloquent in a way that was more transparent than her form, told Shelby the girl had known few luxuries. Maybe none at all.

  Raleigh continued. “They’re drawn to my energy, my joie de vivre. Agatha here has been following you around for days. Haven’t you, Agatha?”

  Turning back to them, the young woman smiled broadly. “Yes, sir. And may I say your young Mister Lee”—this she addressed to Shelby—“is quite the handsome fella.”

  There was a sharp, nasal quality to Agatha’s voice. A touch of New Jersey mixed with youthful, grating exuberance.

  “He’s not my Mister Lee,” Shelby corrected without considering how absurd the conversation and the company were. She turned off the tub jets and opened up the drain. When Raleigh handed her the towel, she wrapped it around herself. “And why didn’t you tell me you were here?” she snapped at Agatha. “It’s creepy finding out somebody’s been following me, even if you are dead.”

  “Well you didn’t exactly open your eyes to see me, did you?”

  “So why can I see you now?”

  Raleigh stepped between them. “Probably because your ability to see into the spirit realm has sharpened with use, darling,” he said in an appeasing tone.

  “I follow Lee around sometimes, too,” Agatha piped up happily. She rummaged around in Shelby’s makeup drawer, chose a bright red lipstick, and applied it generously. Glancing back at Raleigh in the mirror, she said, “His body isn’t as nice as yours though. He’s got too many muscles.”

  Shelby couldn’t miss the twitch at the corner of Raleigh’s mouth, like he was puffing up with male vanity and trying not to let it show.

  Agatha blew herself a kiss in the mirror, put Shelby’s lipstick back, then turned around. Didn’t the girl know sharing cosmetics was unhygienic? Oh. Probably not. Shelby made a mental note not to use that lipstick again.

  She also knew she’d leave it on the counter instead of throwing it out.

  Agatha smiled like she was about to share a girlfriend-type secret. “Although Lee’s penis is the cat’s meow. I like watching him touch it.”

  “I so don’t want to hear this.” Shelby anchored her fists on he
r hips. “How long do you plan on staying?”

  “I don’t know.” Agatha shrugged, took off Shelby’s robe, and hung it up carefully. “I seem to go where I’m pulled.”

  “They usually stay for a few months then move on,” Raleigh explained. He kissed Shelby’s shoulder then eased the clip out of her hair. “Although there was that Ukrainian woman with the massive breasts,” he said as he stepped out of the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying one of Shelby’s shortest, silkiest nightgowns. “She stayed on for twenty years, give or take.”

  “Did you do her, too?” Shelby snapped. She shucked the towel, tugged the nightgown out of his hand, and pulled the garment on over her head.

  “Are you asking if I took her as my lover? No.” He sighed. Agatha did, too. “In the sprit realm, we lack the ability to interact physically. The faint impression of one hand holding another, or a faint sensation of breath on skin…they’re about all we can manage, I’m afraid.”

  “No body,” Agatha interjected, held out her hands, and looked down at her semitransparency. “Yowzers.” She sighed again, this time with what sounded like longing. “Run over by a streetcar at twenty and I’d never been kissed. Oh well.” She started walking away. “Since you two are finished, maybe I’ll pop over and see if Lee’s planning on getting naked for bed.” On her way out, Agatha stepped over Tazer’s sleeping form. She faded away before she reached the door.

  Chapter Seven

  Two days later, Shelby was in the driveway, washing her car. The weather was terrific, and she wanted to take advantage of it before fall settled in. From a sunny patch of grass, Tazer watched her—and the hose. He didn’t care for the hose and got a wary look in his eyes whenever she pulled it out. She’d chosen to respect his boundaries. When he needed a bath, she coaxed him into the shower enclosure in an unused bedroom. He didn’t mind the handheld shower attachment. Maybe it was just the cold water he didn’t like.