Campbell, Gwen - Ghostly Seduction (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Gwen Campbell

  “Dogs don’t pay much attention to me. Cats on the other hand are annoying as hell. Promise me you won’t get a cat.”

  “What’ll you do if I say yes?”

  Great, I’m flirting with a dead, dream guy. Is my love life pathetic or what?

  Raleigh chuckled. It was quiet, deep, and rife with sensual undertones. “Hmm.” His warm breath tickled her skin. “I’ll pleasure you. Tease you.” Lips circled her nipple without actually touching it. His tongue traced the curve of her breast. Strong fingers squeezed her ass then grazed her labia before withdrawing. “Make you beg and scream.”

  “Okay. No cats,” she agreed without hesitation. “I promise.”

  Wrapping his hand around her thigh, he lifted it until it straddled his. Reaching behind her, his fingers caressed her pussy.

  “I love your cunny.”

  Cunny?

  “Delicious, if I remember correctly.”

  She trembled with anticipation when he put his fingers in his mouth, sucked her juice off their tips, then began caressing her again.

  “Like I said, delicious.” There was just enough light for her to see him wink at her. “And this new fashion of removing all the hair. You’re so…naked.” The last word came out as a sensual growl.

  “All the better to feel your moustache with.”

  His soft chuckle echoed hers.

  Without preamble, like last time, Raleigh kissed a path down her body. He held her breasts like they were precious, tormented her by brushing his moustache against her skin, then drew her nipple into his mouth. He laved her tenderly then began suckling. It was a warm, familiar, and comfortable nursing. Quiet sounds of contentment accompanied the brush of his tongue, the gentle, rhythmic pressure, the sting of his teeth.

  Again and again he switched breasts, suckling one and kneading the other. When her nipples were plump and on the verge of hurting, she began pushing on his shoulders, urging him to keep moving.

  “Impatient woman. Although I’ve always liked women who don’t lie there like limp dolls while I roger them.”

  Roger? This northern air is so doing a number on my head.

  “But never let it be said I was unwilling to give a woman what she wanted.” The moonlight lit up his smile before he dipped his head, kissed her breasts once more, then mouthed a path down her abdomen.

  She sighed when his tongue circled her navel. She shivered when he sucked the surrounding skin into his mouth and bit delicately. Again, without being asked, she opened her legs in a not-so-subtle invitation.

  “Ah. Now we get to it.” He kissed her hip, her inner thigh, skimmed his teeth over the skin above her knee. “That most feminine of charms. A jewel fit for a king.” Looking up at her in the dim light, he ran a single finger over her slit, paused when he touched her clit and pressed.

  “Sweet…fuck,” Shelby gasped as her back came off the mattress. The man was good. So, so good.

  “Tut, tut, my dear.” When he pulled his hand away, she glared at him. “Such foul language coming from such a sweet mouth. Whatever would your mother say?”

  She concentrated, trying to force the dream back on track. It didn’t work.

  “I insist my lovers conduct themselves like ladies at all times.” That sweet, sensuous voice had hardened and gone cold. She gasped when he grabbed her hips, rolled her with a strength that startled her, and hoisted her ass into the air. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his hand raised over her ass.

  He wouldn’t dare. Still, a thrill of anticipation ran through her. Modern men weren’t this high-handed with women…no pun intended. Obviously her psyche wanted to set aside her gender’s hard-won liberation and spend some time as this guy’s plaything.

  “Hey,” she blurted out when he slapped her butt, hard.

  “No woman in my bed will comport herself like a common guttersnipe.” His hand came down again, striking one cheek then the other.

  Tazer snorted and scrambled to his feet. His nails skittered across the hardwood floor as he raced to the bed. He stood there, head tipped to one side, looking at her with open confusion before turning away and ambling back to his own bed.

  Snapping her teeth together kept her from crying out. Heat flared in her ass, simmered, and began to sink in. The spanking, she realized, wasn’t brutal. Perversely, her body began processing the pain as pleasure. Shelby leaned her chest into the bed, arched her back, and lifted her ass into each strike.

  “You are something special, my dear. Very special indeed.” Kneeling behind her, Raleigh drove his face into her cleft, sank his tongue into her. When he hit her this time, he held his hand in place for two seconds, holding the heat and sting in.

  “Oh please, please,” she gasped, trying hard not to swear. The tongue fucking her in counterpoint to the spanking was making her insane. She felt herself get wet, heard him lap at her juices and swallow. Leaning back into him, she let him sink his tongue in deeper.

  Panting and tossing her head, she squeezed her breast, and pinched her nipple. She was going to come.

  Her dream lover obviously had other plans. Grabbing her hips like before, he rolled her onto her back, spread her legs with his knees, and rubbed his torso over hers. The soft sheets felt rough against her ass and intensified the burn.

  Despite that, even in a dream, the touch of skin against skin felt wonderful. His body was hard and lean, and the weight of him pressing her into the mattress was sublimely erotic. Balancing on his knees and one elbow, he slid a hand between their bodies, took hold of his rod, and positioned the head against her opening.

  Shelby squirmed uneasily. She’d never had sex without a condom, and it was a relief, she supposed, to know that safety was entrenched in her subconscious. Despite her reflex hesitancy, feeling his warm, naked cock sent a rush of excitement through her.

  “Easy, my love,” Raleigh murmured. He kissed her mouth, and then her eyelid. “I’ll be gentle.”

  Gawd, I hope not.

  The tip of his cock slid into her, withdrew, and slid in again. Trembling, she absorbed the incredible sensation of being penetrated over and over. The stretching, the heat was delicious. His breath rustled her hair, and she opened her eyes to find him watching her face. He took hold of her hands, stretched them over her head, anchored them in place, and continued to breach her lightly. The body nudging hers was hard where she was soft. Compressed between them, her breasts felt full and lush. Unable to do anything else, she lifted her knees and welcomed him by cradling his hips between her thighs.

  He smiled down at her. Such a beautiful smile. A lover’s smile. He took her mouth and sank his tongue in slow and deep. She tasted herself on him, smelled her musk, and wallowed in the memories it evoked. Memories of him pleasuring her.

  “I love how you feel,” Raleigh said after he ended the sweet kiss. He sank his shaft in a little deeper, paused, withdrew, and repeated the movement. “Your cunny’s so tight and wet. It makes me want to stay here all night.” Still watching her intently, smiling every time passion creased her brow, he rolled his hips, stirred her juices, and stretched her opening with his thick pole.

  A low moan of pleasure was the only response she was capable of.

  He fucked her slow and easy and let his cock go a little deeper with each gentle thrust. When he lifted his chest off hers, he watched her breasts with lusty intent…watched them sway in time with the rocking of his body.

  “More. Please,” she begged and craned her neck and tried to capture his mouth.

  Obliging her, Raleigh took what she offered. This kiss was deep and potent. He claimed her mouth like he claimed her body. In time with the pumping of his hips, his tongue grazed hers then ravished it with full, unapologetic strokes. Demanded its obedience by luring it into his mouth so he could twine his tongue around hers. He explored her palate, the smoothness of her teeth, and gently bit her lower lip. There was no part of her mouth he didn’t possess, seduce.

  When he finally lifted his head, Shelby was gasping. “Wow. That’ll t
each me to ask for more.”

  The smile he gave her made her heart swell. “Ask me for more anytime, sweetling. For you, I’ll always say yes.” Still holding her hands immobile above her, Raleigh dipped his head. She felt him looking down the length of their bodies, heard the rumble of satisfaction in his chest when he drove his cock into her even deeper, thrust against her harder. Raising her knees, she welcomed him without reservation.

  Exhaling deliberately, she let the dream unfold. Despite fucking her with obvious restraint, her lover felt hard and potent. Her pussy was wet, swollen with need, and she shivered as the feelings built.

  Finally, after the anticipation had risen to a point that made her squirm, his hips ground into her. It felt wonderful. This dream lover she’d conjured was just big enough to make her tingle. His belly was hard, warm, and erotically sweaty against hers. His pubes teased her tender flesh before grinding against her. With cunning ferocity, he withdrew only to slide in again, slow and deep.

  Shelby began to tremble.

  “Please. Fuck,” she gasped.

  Again without warning, like he was so very good at, Raleigh’s expression hardened. She caught a glimpse of his face before he pulled his cock out of her with a violence that made her moan. He rolled her over in a movement that seemed effortless, hauled her hips into the air, and drove his shaft into her, hard.

  “Such language,” he growled, withdrew, and rammed back into her with enough force to make her chest skitter across the sheets, “is not permitted in my bed.” Taking hold of her hips, he yanked her back into him, ground his loins into her, then shoved her forward. He slapped her ass, harder than before, and yanked her back again.

  Shelby howled and tried to push his hands away. She tried to crawl out of his grasp. Her lover’s strength defeated her every time.

  She should have been scared. The dream had turned into a nightmare. Hadn’t it? Light-headed, she reveled in the decadence of what he was doing. The way he commanded her body, controlled their lovemaking, thrilled her. When he slapped her ass, the pain morphed into pleasure. The heat sank into her pussy and made it feel flushed and glutted with wet sensation. Each stroke of his rod was smooth, powerful, and when the thick flare of his cockhead grazed the front wall of her sheath, she groaned.

  Sweaty and trembling, she forced her chest off the bed, got up on all fours, and rocked back into him.

  Leaning over her, Raleigh cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. He bit her shoulder. When he unclamped his teeth, he whispered, “Will you stop disobeying me?”

  “No,” she answered fervently.

  He laughed. It was a ribald, uninhibited sound, and it made her tremble with excitement. “I’d have you no other way, my dear.”

  She felt him lean back. He cupped her hips and squeezed her ass with a strength just short of violence. His strokes slowed, becoming deep and measured. He spread his knees, changing the angle of penetration, then brought his legs closer together, and it felt like he was deliberately rubbing the front wall of her core. A hand left her hip, and strong fingers moved over her clit.

  His other hand moved to stroke her ass. Gathering her scattered focus, Shelby rocked back into him. Using the strength in her thighs, she forced his cock in and out of her body. Rolling her back, rubbing her ass over him when he was buried deep, she whimpered as her belly tightened in anticipation of an impending orgasm.

  Fingers grazed her anus, probed lightly, and circled it with fiendish deliberation.

  “I’m going to take you here. Soon,” he added with a lusty growl. “I want to feel your back passage suck me into your heat. Ah, you’re so tight here,” he said, praising her in that same, arousing tone. A fingertip pressed into her, corkscrewed gently, withdrew, only to slide in again. “You’ll take me, won’t you, my dear.” There was no question in his voice.

  “Yes.” Shelby trembled when she answered. She’d give this dream all she had to give, give him everything he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop loving her.

  The pace of his thrusts picked up. Releasing her ass, he grabbed her hip. The fingers that had been dancing over her clit sped up, ground into her, and made her sob his name.

  “Come for me, Shelby. Come hard.” His words were punctuated by a flurry of thrusts that made her cry out.

  The bed linens were balled up in her fists. She anchored the heels of her hands into the mattress and rocked back into him as hard as she could. His cock felt harder, bigger than it had before as it sawed in and out of her. The wet, slapping sounds of two bodies loving almost drowned out the harsh sound of their breathing.

  Her pussy felt unnaturally swollen, unnaturally sensitive. Every thrust, grind, and smack of his balls against her clit was almost too much to take. When her nipples hardened painfully, when her thighs began to shake, Shelby broke out in a sweat and arched back into him. She cried out as the first delicious spasm caused her womb to clench. Release, exquisite and overwhelming, sent shards of white heat throughout her body and made her muscles tense and quiver.

  Behind her, Raleigh groaned in time with the harsh, erratic pumping of his body into hers. She felt him come, felt the flexing of his cock, felt the rich, wet flood that oozed out the mouth of her pussy and down her thigh.

  Like all good dream fucks, this one left no wet spot for her to avoid. As her sinews softened, she drifted down onto the bed. For an instant, she regretted the loss of his shaft as it slipped out of her. The lovely fuzziness that came after her orgasm made up for it.

  The last thing Shelby remembered of her dream was her lover arranging her comfortably on her side, snuggling up behind her, and the gentle movement of his chest as he breathed in the scent of her hair.

  * * * *

  The morning sunlight made the light chop on the lake sparkle. The air felt clean, cleaner than it had for days as Shelby ran out of the woods surrounding the house and across the back lawn. Her arms pumped easily. Her calves had that faint, warm buzz that told her her pace was good. Tazer paused, sniffed the base of a dogwood, cocked his leg, and caught up to her without difficulty.

  “Show off,” she huffed as the dog slowed his pace to match hers.

  Tazer just grinned up at her with his tongue hanging out.

  Her mind drifted back to last night’s dream. Most of her dreams faded when she woke up. The details of this one had stayed with her. If the real Raleigh Tanner had been anything like her dream lover, Mrs. Tanner must have been a happy woman.

  Funny they’d only had two kids. At least two kids they took pictures of. She made a mental note to check it out, although the death of a child might explain why they hadn’t been keen on having another.

  And speaking of checking it out…

  Lee was on the lake in a one-man racing skiff, rowing parallel to the shore. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.

  Wow.

  His body was amazing. Although he looked a lot like the painting of his ancestor, Lee carried more muscle on his tall frame. Raleigh wasn’t as handsome as Lee, but who was?

  Raleigh was lean and long, his muscles natural and unsculpted. Lee was obviously into weight training. Yum.

  Like she did every morning, she ran down the stairs to the beach. As she ran along the water’s edge, Tazer jumped in and splashed in the shallows. The sound brought Lee’s head around. He gave her one of those smiles that made her heart go pitter-patter, waved, turned his skiff around, and brought it alongside the dock.

  She jogged out to meet him.

  “A runner, huh?” he said as he grabbed a cleat on the dock.

  Shelby noticed him give her the once-over. He looked like he was trying to be discreet, but she liked the interest in his eyes.

  Looking up at her face, he grinned. “Knew there was a reason why your legs looked so good.”

  Tazer jumped on the dock, shook with focused intensity, then trotted over to them. He sniffed Lee’s hand but growled and jerked his head back when Lee reached out to pet him.

  “He’s warming up to you. A little. I think.�
� She chuckled when Lee’s eyebrow rose.

  “Well at least I know where I stand in the pecking order.” Lee glanced at her bare legs once more. “You probably want to finish your run, and I need to put in another fifteen minutes or so.”

  Stepping back, she waved as he pushed off from the dock. When his skiff was in the clear, Lee dipped both oars back into the water and pulled. Shelby turned to continue her run but not before she noticed the truly spectacular way his pecs and abdominals clenched as he leaned into the pull on the oars. He was looking at her, too. Even with the growing distance between them, she couldn’t mistake the way his gaze moved over her legs, her breasts, and the cute little smile that lifted the corners of his mouth.

  Feeling like she hadn’t already covered three miles, Shelby ran up and down the hard-packed beach then raced up the stairs fast enough that she knew she’d need liniment come nightfall.

  Chapter Five

  Like every morning, Shelby grabbed a shower, a quick breakfast, gave Tazer a teeth-cleaning chewie, and headed for her office.

  The problem with working at home was she put in a lot more hours than when she worked for somebody else. She didn’t mind though.

  When the office door closed, she looked up. So did Tazer, but he was quick to put his head back down on his bed, snort, and fall back asleep.

  “Hmm. Wind.” She’d taken to talking to herself, or Tazer, depending on who was more interested at the moment. She was going to get up and open the door when she heard the key turn in the lock. The shutters on either side of the tall windows closed.

  With a jerk, Shelby sat up very straight in her chair. She looked around frantically. “What the…?” Arms came around her from behind. Warm, strong, invisible arms that cradled her gently.

  She’d never been more terrified in her life.

  The arms around her moved. Hands slid across her body until they were holding her breasts. She felt them on her skin, as if her clothing wasn’t there. Looking down, she saw her breasts compress, dent lightly where phantom fingers moved over them.