Halloween Boo

by Spade, Sarah

  “Yeah,” I grumble. “I remember.”

  She pats me softly in the chest. “That was the moment I realized I shouldn’t waste my time with real life guys. They’re all jerks. Why bother when I had a good man—a good ghost—waiting for me at home already?” Her smile is coy and a little bit teasing. “Casper might be a perv, but he’s my perv, and he gave me the best orgasm I ever had.”

  I immediately look around us, making sure no one overheard her. I’m proud of that night we spent together and I’m stunned to hear her call me hers. Even so, I want to make sure her admission is for me alone.

  This moment is ours. And since it might be the only one we’ll get, I’m selfish and greedy. I don’t want to share.

  Come tomorrow, I’ll have to. Until next Halloween, at least.

  Before I can say anything in response, she trails her hand down my chest, stopping when she reaches the hem of my jeans. I’d give every breath I have left for her to keep on going lower.

  Instead, she tilts her head back, looking up at me through the fringe of her lashes.

  “Did you mean it?”

  “Huh? What?”

  I don’t know what she’s talking about. Doesn’t really matter. The way she’s looking up at me? I’m sure I meant every word of it.

  Her tinkling laugh goes straight to my throbbing cock. “About the dance card, Zack. Did you mean it?”

  Is she actually giving me further permission to touch her, to hold her close, to press our bodies together? I only said it to tick off Ernie, but if Dani is interested?

  I’ll fucking dance all night.

  Dani

  The music changes. A jazzy rendition of I Put A Spell On You filters in through the room. Zack grabs my hand and pulls me into the middle of the dance floor. Before I can protest and tell him that I was teasing him and that I kind of don’t dance, he wraps his arms around my waist and pushes with enough force that our bodies are pressed close together, my back to his front. He takes the lead, swaying to the music as he folds his big body over mine.

  He nuzzles my neck with his chin. I shiver. God, that feels amazing.

  The hot, hard length of him nestled up against the cleft of my ass as we move?

  Even better.

  I know how I affect him. Ever since the pillow incident last night, he’s made it very clear. I’m willing to bet his cock has been hard ever since he became solid. I still haven’t gotten my mind-blowing orgasm out of my head. I suddenly realize that I’m kinda into the idea of returning the favor.

  He’ll be gone again tomorrow, a simple spirit whose trapped in my apartment. I’m the only link to the living world he has. From the looks some of the guests are giving him, I know he could go home with anyone. The sexy tree in the corner has been giving him “do-me” eyes since we arrived.

  I’m surprised at the jealousy bubbling up in the pit of my stomach.

  He could probably go home with anyone here.

  I want him to go home with me.

  You know, I want to blame Allison. Zack, too, I guess. If it wasn’t for his caveman act when she brought Ernie over, I don’t think it would have really hit me how much he cares. I mean, I should’ve known from the rose petal, the heart, the little gifts, even his pretty massive—not to mention constant—hard-on that he really meant it when he said he loves me.

  But to stand there as he staked his claim when we only have one night together?

  I’ve never got so damp, so fast.

  We only have one night. I don’t want to waste it.

  “Zack,” I murmur.

  “Mmm?”

  “We have until midnight, right?”

  His grip on my waist tightens. “I think that’s how it works.”

  Halloween. Twenty-four hours. That’s all the time we have before he’ll have to cross over to the other side again. Maybe he’ll come back in a year. I hope he will.

  For now, I’ll take the time we have.

  I trace the lines in his big hand with the tip of my pointer finger. “Remember what happened the other night?”

  He goes entirely still. My back is up against his chest. The thump-thump-thumping of his frantically beating heart is the only clue that he’s heard what I said. Under my ass, I swear I feel the bulge in his jeans twitch.

  Oh yeah. He remembers.

  I wrap my fingers around two of his and squeeze. “Take me home.”

  8

  Zack

  I don’t give Dani even a second to change her mind. The second she gives me the go sign, I wrap my arm around her and heft her off the ground. I barely feel her weight at all. My head is pounding, all of my blood rushing to my cock.

  And I thought it couldn’t get any harder.

  I was wrong.

  Just the gentle touch of her fingers against my skin had my sac drawing up tight. If I don’t get her out of here right away, I might just shame myself by exploding in my jeans.

  Dani’s laughing as I rush her out to the car. She pulls her car keys out of the tiny handbag she’s carrying, clicking the locks off in time for me to open the door and plop her in the driver’s seat.

  “You sure you want me to drive?” she asks through the crack in her window.

  “I was in the car with you on the way here,” I remind her as I fling my body into the passenger seat. “Trust me, you’ll get us back to your place faster. Right now I’m all about speed.”

  “Hope you change your mind by the time we get back. Now, strap in, Zack. This might be a bit of a bumpy ride.”

  She’s not kidding, either. Dani drives like a mad woman and I love her even more for it. I can’t explain it, don’t have any idea how I got so fucking lucky, but she seems as desperate to get back to her place as I am.

  Her wheels squeal as she pulls into the parking lot. The car is still running as I spring open the passenger side door, hop out of the car, and run to over to her. I wait anxiously for Dani to kill the engine and take out her keys before I open her door, reach inside, and hoist her back in my arms.

  I head for the stairs. Elevator might be easier, but this is faster. Dani’s giggle carries behind her as I take the stairs two at a time.

  We lost her witch’s hat somewhere, her long hair cascading down her back. She still has her keys in her hand, though. Before she inserts the key in the lock—and I start having some real dirty thoughts about doing the same with my key and her lock—Dani reaches up with her free hand and lays her palm against my cheek.

  I turn down to look at her. I only have a second to think how fucking beautiful she is when she closes the gap between us. Before I know it, her lips are on mine. A second later, I open my mouth and her tongue darts inside. She takes control of the kiss and I love it.

  Because this… this is a kiss.

  I’m so dazed by the force behind it and the passion in it, I don’t realize that she’s gotten the door open until Dani nudges me in the side with her foot. I can feel my cheeks flaming up and, though all I want to do is kiss her again, I know better than to do that in the hallway.

  Bedroom. Bedroom first.

  She kicks the door closed behind her. The slam makes me realize exactly what’s going on. And, if I’m super lucky, what’s about to happen.

  The second I set her back on her feet, Dani boldly cups my erection through my jeans. I should probably feel embarrassed at the wet spot that begins to form under her palm, I’m leaking so damn much. Pre-cum soaks through my boxers and into the denim.

  Dani does any more exploration, I’m gonna blow my whole load while still wearing pants. With my luck, the stain will carry over when the night ends and my ghostly attire will carry the mark of her touch.

  Then again, I really like that idea.

  You know what I like even better?

  The gleam in her eyes as she drops to one knee, then the next, before reaching out and deftly flicking the button of my jeans open. The roar of the zipper as she tugs it down echoes in my ears.

  I’m too stunned to do anything but let he
r.

  Dani reaches into my boxers, freeing my cock in one quick motion.

  It takes everything I have not to spill right then and there. The touch of her hand against my bare skin?

  Fucking amazing.

  She gives me a leisurely stroke before increasing her pace, pumping up and down the length of my shaft.

  “You…” I gulp. The words seem stuck in my throat, but I’ll hate myself if I don’t say them. “You don’t have to do that.”

  There’s a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”

  Then, before I can say or do anything, she dips her head and presses the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock. She gives it a little swirl and, I swear, my eyes roll back in my head. She grabs my cock by the base, circling her tiny fingers around the girth.

  The quick tug up and down the length of my shaft has me cursing out loud.

  Dani giggles. “See? You’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to do this.”

  I get it. I think. My head… it’s not working too well at the moment. But I think I get it.

  She said something about returning the favor when we were speeding home. It doesn’t matter that the moment we shared in her bedroom was more for my pleasure than hers. She thinks she owes me something.

  I want to tell her she’s wrong. That, if she wants to give me pleasure, she should let me eat out her pussy for real this time.

  But then Dani lowers her head again and opens her mouth. Heat envelopes my length, a wet warmth that has my knees quaking and my balls drawing up tight.

  Just when I think I can’t stand anything else, she starts to suck.

  I barely last a minute.

  Dani

  I don’t know who’s more surprised when Zack jerks and my mouth fills with his hot cum: him or me. Giving head has never been something I enjoyed, though I’d be lying if I said that his reactions to my touches don’t make me feel like the best blower ever or something.

  Swallowing his load, I slowly pull back and away from his cock. He’s still pretty hard and I’m glad. I’ve got plans for him. He might’ve shot his wad a little early, but what did I expect? If it’s been a while for me, it’s probably been even longer for Zack.

  I lick my lips, delighted at his taste. The tang of salt and sweat is replaced by a spicy musk that turns me on even more. I can’t help it. Leaning in, I lay the flat of my tongue against his cock and slowly lick again.

  Zack shudders, his brawny hands going straight to my shoulders. At first, I think he’s repositioning so that he can feed me his dick again. I’m game for it. Then I feel his weight pressing down on me and I realize that he’s using me to brace his body.

  I sucked all the strength out of him.

  “You okay, Zack?”

  He pants. I love it. “Just… just give me a sec to recover.”

  “I hope so,” I tell him. Leaning in, I dart my tongue out and give the side of his cock another teasing lick. A bead of pre-cum forms on the tip and I lap that up, too. “That was all about taking the edge off. Then we can start the real fun.”

  His fingers bite into my skin as he groans again. “God, Dani, you’re gonna kill me.”

  “Then it’s a good thing you’re already dead,” I quip.

  Zack stiffens and, for an instant, I think I might’ve killed the mood with my joke. Did I really need to remind him that this moment isn’t going to last forever, no matter how much either of us wants it to?

  I want to draw his attention back to me. If his cock is aching to fill something as much as my empty pussy is desperate to be filled, then a tug, a stroke, a tickle should be all it takes to give him something else to focus on.

  He starts panting again almost immediately. Muttering filthy curses under his breath, Zack bucks in my hand. I increase the pace, the heat of the friction between our skin only second to the way I’m burning up inside.

  With a gasp, almost as if he’s surprised to find himself coming again, Zack erupts all over my hand. Hot, sticky cum coats my fingers. Feeling daring, I yank the top of my dress down until more cleavage is showing. With a leisurely swipe, I coat the tops of my tits with his cum.

  “Shit, Dani, do you know what you do to me? Seeing you marked that way with my jizz? You’re driving me fucking crazy!”

  Good. Turnabout’s fair play, considering I thought I was nuts for months before I realized my apartment was really haunted.

  “You liked that?”

  “Baby, I loved it.”

  “Then wait ‘til you see what I have planned for next.”

  I make quick work of the rest of my dress. The look in Zack’s dark eyes tells me that he was seconds away from tearing it off of me and, since this dress belongs to Allison, I have to save it. No way I can explain how it got ripped.

  Bad enough I have to admit I lost her hat.

  Once I’ve taken off my bra and panties and I’m standing there completely naked in front of Zack, I give him a few seconds to take it all in before I crook my finger at him and head for my bedroom. It’s one thing to give him a quick blowjob in my living room.

  For the main event, I want a bed.

  He follows me in, like a dog on a leash. Considering he’s still softly panting, I’m not too far off base. Zack stares at me like I’ve got a treat. His eyes are locked on my chest. He licks his lips.

  You know what? I guess I do have a treat for him.

  Climbing into my bed, I gesture for him to come closer.

  As if to leave no doubt in his mind what I want to do in this bed, I ask, “Do you have a condom?”

  A second later—when I see the shadow that flits across his handsome face—I want to smack myself. What am I thinking? He’s a flippin’ ghost, Dani! Even if he managed to materialize with a rubber, it’s gotta be expired by now.

  Can a ghost knock me up? I doubt it. And it’s not like he’s carrying any human diseases—he’s kind of dead already and I like to think anything he might’ve had didn’t follow him to the other side.

  “Forget I asked that. Come on. Drop those pants already and join me in bed.”

  To my surprise, he stays a couple of feet away from the edge of my bed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stares at my naked body hungrily but doesn’t make a move to take his clothes off.

  “You… you’ve done enough for me. We don’t have to go any farther, do anything else—”

  “Are you telling me you don’t want to?”

  I glance at the opening in his jeans. His weeping cock is pointing straight up at me. He groans, as if in pain. “Not even close.”

  “Good, because I’m good with going ahead if you are.”

  Zack moves closer, dropping to his knees before reaching out to grab my hips. I don’t know what he’s doing at first, but when he positions me so that I’m laying on my back and his face is inches from my clit, I realize he wants to give me oral again.

  Normally, I’d be all for that.

  Normally, I wouldn’t have a deadline.

  I glance at the clock on my bedside table. It’s already after eleven.

  “Not enough time.” At least, I hope not. I’m hoping Zack isn’t a one-minute wonder. “I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t get to fuck you at least once. If there’s still time before midnight, you can go down on me all you want. Later. Dick now, mouth later.”

  I think I’ve finally stunned him this time. You think he would’ve known better if he’s been watching me all this time. I’ve never once shied away from what I wanted before—and now I want Zack.

  When he stays on his knees, watching me like he can’t believe what he just heard, I gesture at his body. I’m completely naked while he’s still got on all his clothes. That needs to change and now.

  “Naked, Zack. I need you stripped in the next couple of seconds otherwise I’ll take care of myself without your help.”

  To prove I mean it, I slip my hand down to my pussy. I barely nudge my folds with a finger when he lunges out,
grabbing my hand, stopping me from touching myself.

  “No,” he growls. “You offered me that cunt and I want it. Two seconds. Give me two seconds, Dani.”

  “One—whoa.”

  Okay. So maybe I pushed him too far. I forgot how big and strong he is. With one forceful pull, he rips his t-shirt right off, revealing a muscular torso that looks like it’s been sculpted from marble.

  “Pants,” I demand. “Pants now.”

  He throws the tattered remains of his shirt to the floor. He’s more careful with his jeans, either because he doesn’t want to damage his incredibly hard cock or because he realizes that, if he ruins his jeans too, he’ll be a pantsless ghost until next year.

  Either way, he sheds his jeans and his boxers and I have to ball my hands into fists to keep from grabbing his dick when I see the whole thing bobbing over at me.

  It’s a thing of flippin’ beauty. I can’t wait to get it inside of me.

  Zack has the same idea. Since I’m on my back, he walks on his knees until he’s in front of me. With his cock in his hand, he looms over my body until he’s all I can see. Our eyes lock. I want to see the look on his face when he enters me the first time.

  I gasp when I feel the tip probe at my entrance. I’m so wet, it provides no resistance, but it’s been a while and Zack’s not a small guy. He takes his time, though, and I’d like to think it’s because he’s giving me a second to adjust to his size.

  Then I see the blissful expression on his face. He’s making it last because me giving up my body to him is all he’s ever wanted.

  I feel another piece of my heart drop into his hand as his cock breaches my pussy.

  It’s not long before he’s seated all the way inside of me. The stretching burns only for a few seconds before the feeling of absolute pleasure pushes any discomfort aside.

  I just feel really, really full.

  “You doing okay?”

  “Less words,” I grit out, “more moving.”

  Zack’s chuckle makes my clit throb. I’m just about to tweak it myself, something to take my mind off of his nearness and the fullness down below, when he takes my advice and starts to move.