Body Temperature and Rising - Book One of the Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy

by K D Grace

  Tim curled his fingers in the ghost’s dark hair and ground his hips into the cushions as each tight thrust of Anderson’s mouth expertly brought him closer and closer to the edge. And when Marie was no longer sure if Tim was even coherent, he surprised all three of them by bringing his hand to rest against Anderson’s penis, and the ghost sighed his pleasure at the touch. ‘Shall I show you my manhood, Tim Meriwether? Shall I let you touch my flesh?’ He didn’t wait for an answer but released his erection for Tim’s inspection.

  Cautiously, A little awkwardly at first, Tim caressed and fondled Anderson’s heavy cock. ‘Is this for me or for her?’ He nodded over his shoulder to Marie, who now watched in voyeuristic bliss.

  Anderson gave Tim’s penis a solicitous stroke. ‘By now, Tim Meriwether, surely you are aware how effortlessly and completely either of you can harden me.’ He took Tim’s mouth again, this time with no doubt as to where their foreplay was leading.

  Marie had fantasised about watching her two beautiful blokes have sex, but she never imagined it would actually happen. With a shudder, she pushed back the sudden thought of why they were actually in this position. Before she could dwell on it, Anderson pulled away from Tim’s tongue kiss, still caressing his cock. ‘My dear Tim, can you not imagine the affect our lovemaking must be having on our Marie’s burgeoning womanhood? I think we can both attest to the deliciousness of her swollen arousal even before we fondled each other’s members. Can you not smell her delectable scent like perfume on the air?’

  ‘Mmm, like perfume,’ Tim agreed breathlessly.

  ‘Would you not then like to taste the seat of her pleasure while I familiarise myself with your anxious sex?’

  Tim scrambled to pull Marie into the rough and tumble, shoving up her skirt and pushing aside the crotch of her panties to bury his face in her pussy. Meanwhile, Anderson tugged at the farmer’s jeans until they were down over his hips and Tim practically went through the roof at the first feel of Anderson’s tongue against his anus. He murmured something warm and incoherent that vibrated intriguingly against Marie’s clit.

  ‘Does it please you, my tongue on your nether hole?’ Anderson whispered against Tim’s arse.

  ‘God yes!’ Both Tim and Marie spoke in unison.

  Anderson chuckled. ‘My dear Marie, somehow I knew my attention to Tim Meriwether’s lovely backside would please you. Only move to one side ever so slightly, Tim and do not be so greedy, for I long to look upon our Marie’s dewy, sweet sex.’

  Tim shifted slightly to one side, and Anderson sighed his appreciation, then with his eyes locked on Marie’s wet pussy, he licked his middle finger and applied it with a single wet thrust to Tim’s anus.

  ‘Oh God,’ Tim breathed and shuddered so hard, Marie feared he would come.

  ‘Shall I continue,’ Anderson said, kneading Tim’s arse cheeks.

  ‘Please,’ Tim gasped, raising his butt closer to Anderson’s efforts.

  ‘Then perhaps you would do us the honour of pushing aside Marie’s blouse and fondling her exquisite bosom. The swell of her nipples through fabric teases me so terribly. Good. Very good indeed, and now tell me, Tim Meriwether, is she not very close to her first release?’

  ‘I think you might be right,’ Tim grunted.

  ‘And shall you do the honours?’

  ‘It would be my pleasure,’ Tim said, giving her breasts a good kneading before he lowered his face once again to her pussy. He slid his tongue up from her perineum the length of her gash as deep as he could reach, then at the apex of her vulva, he pulled her distended clit into his mouth and suckled hard, and she nearly bucked him off with her orgasm.

  Anderson chose that moment to drizzle Tim’s anus with warm saliva and insert another finger. And Tim froze.

  ‘Shall I stop, Tim Meriwether,’ Anderson’s voice was tight with his own arousal, ‘or do you wish me to continue?’

  ‘Will it hurt?’ Tim asked.

  ‘Perhaps a little, but if there is pain, I promise it will be quickly forgotten in the pleasure that follows.’

  ‘You don’t mind?’

  Anderson smiled down at Tim’s backside. ‘My dear Tim Meriwether, I have had such delicious fantasies of penetrating your lovely nether hole as you can scarcely imagine.’

  Tim laughed nervously. ‘Oh, I think I can imagine just fine.’

  ‘Then I shall take that as a yes.’ But as Anderson began to move the two fingers inside Tim’s anus, Tim cried out and shoved the ghost away, rolling onto his side in a foetal position. ‘No,’ he gasped. ‘Not yet. I don’t want to come yet, but I’m too close.’ His breath came in great racking gasps. ‘Just please, just give me a minute.’

  Marie slid down and took Tim’s head in her lap, caressing his hair, while he reached upward to cup and fondle her breasts. Anderson moved into a spoon position and laid a careful hand on Tim’s flank. His own breath was rapid, and Marie could tell it was difficult for him not to thrust against Tim’s bare arse, but he held very still. ‘We are at our leisure, Tim Meriwether.’ As he spoke, he eased Tim’s jeans and underpants the rest of the way off and wriggled out of his own as well. ‘It is for this purpose we have come.’ He snuggled close again. ‘We may share our pleasure as long as you desire it, and as long as our Marie gives us leave.’ He looked up at Marie and gave her a hungry smile. ‘Perhaps it would please you if I should penetrate her lovely sex until you are ready. That is if she would be so kind as to allow it.’

  The words were barely out of Anderson’s mouth before Tim was shifting her, positioning her until she was on hands and knees with her legs wide apart, giving Anderson the perfect view of her heavy pussy lips, While Tim continued to caress her breasts. She heard him gasp at the sight of Anderson pushing into her accommodating hole with a satisfied grunt. Then the ghost began to tweak her clit with one hand while the other kneaded the swell of her arse cheeks in turn.

  ‘Is she not the epitome of loveliness, Tim Meriwether?’ Anderson breathed. ‘And I think she shall relieve her needs once more on my manhood. Ah, such a pleasure it must be for the fairer sex to have the gift of release at their will as often as pleases them. And such an exquisite lust our Marie has. I think that she could endure such pleasure endlessly. Come, Tim Meriwether, come and pleasure her lovely tight nether hole with your mouth, and we shall bring her to release together.’

  The addition of Tim’s tongue to her arsehole made it impossible for her to hold back, but just as the orgasm burst through her, Anderson pulled out. ‘Show our lovely Marie her release.’ He nodded to Tim’s amulet. Immediately, Tim understood, lowered his face so that he could see her pussy, then angled his mirror so that when she looked down between her legs she could also see the trembling writhing of her engorged splay, dark and slick and convulsing.

  But it was Tim who gasped and would have lost his balance if Anderson hadn’t steadied him. ‘Oh dear God,’ he breathed, trembling all over. ‘Is that –’

  ‘That is what our dear Marie is feeling, Tim Meriwether, yes indeed. And I feel it too.’ Anderson was once again fondling Tim’s anus, as they all watched until Marie’s cunt had calmed to small tremors. ‘Now then, I think that we shall make use of her abundant ambrosia,’ Anderson said. And in Tim’s mirror, they both watched with tight breath as Anderson fingered in between her pussy lips until the cup of his middle three fingers was drenched with her cream, then, he inserted those same three fingers into Tim’s anus.

  Tim growled like an animal, pressed back hard onto Anderson fingers and nearly in the same instant shoved forward into Marie’s wet cunt.

  Anderson chuckled between tight breaths. ‘I have such appreciation for a man who knows what to do with his member and when to do it, Tim Meriwether.’

  So did Marie.

  ‘Jesus, I haven’t had this much sex in ages,’ Tim breathed.

  ‘I think you will find the days of your celibacy have come to an end, my dear fellow.’

  Tim shot Anderson a look over his shoulder. ‘You mean if we all
survive.’

  ‘Indeed. If we all survive. If we do not,’ Anderson shrugged. ‘Being a ghost is not without its merits.’

  Then Tim took a deep breath and nodded. ‘Do it. I want you to do it now.’ He thrust hard into Marie for emphasis, and she wrapped her legs around him.

  With one hand on the shaft of his penis and the other on Tim’s flank, Anderson positioned himself, then he looked up at Marie. ‘You shall not need a mirror to see what I do to Tim Meriwether, my darling, nor to experience our lust. The link between you and me will show you all. The link between you and Tim will let you feel what I do.’ Then he turned his attention back to Tim. He spat heavily on his hand and rubbed the saliva liberally over his cock. ‘Push out, my dear man,’ he instructed. ‘As I push in, push out.’ Then with a soft grunt, he shoved his cock into Tim’s gape.

  ‘All the way,’ Tim commanded, holding his breath. ‘I want to know what it feels like.’

  Anderson obeyed. The force of his body shoved Tim to new depths inside Marie, who gasped at the sensation, the sensation that was dwarfed as the avalanche of what the two men were feeling added to her own lust.

  ‘Oh my God!’ Both Tim and Marie cried out. His voice was tense with pain, which, though she felt, was tempered by her own arousal and his thick cock in her pussy.

  ‘You must relax,’ Anderson instructed, holding very still. ‘If you do not relax you will not feel the pleasure, but only the pain.’

  At last Tim caught his breath. ‘All right, I’m ready.’ He sounded more in control. Slowly, carefully, Anderson began to thrust very gently. For the first few strokes Tim held very still, but as his anus dilated to better accommodate Anderson, he began to move against the ghost, then found the rhythm that allowed him to thrust back against Anderson and let Anderson’s momentum drive him forward deep into Marie’s gripping cunt. Both men accelerated the rhythmic in and out, faster and faster, and Marie responded by pushing back against both of them with each thrust. ‘I can feel you,’ she gasped. ‘I can feel both of you, everything you feel, I feel.’

  ‘Me too,’ Tim gasped.

  ‘It is one of the fringe benefits afforded bonded ghost riders, and it is powerful magic that can rock the very foundations of the Ether.’ Anderson’s voice was stretched tight and the thrusting of both men had become muscle-wrenchingly tense. ‘I think that we shan’t wait long now for our release.’

  The words were barely out of his mouth before Tim convulsed his load into Marie, and she was gripped with her own spasms just as Anderson shuddered over and over, filling Tim’s stretched anus with his semen. And Marie felt their combined orgasms like they all belonged to her personally, shaking and trembling as waves of pleasure broke over her again and again.

  When at last everyone could breathe, the two men shifted so their combined weight wasn’t on Marie and the three of them settled down onto the pile of cushions for a post coital snuggle. In a brief moment of guilt, Marie thought of Deacon. There had been no sign of him, no feel of him, though their lovemaking, combined with the magical bond they shared must have surely shaken the whole universe, let alone the Ether. What was he up to? But the thought did little more than register before she dozed.

  Chapter 21

  Marie woke chilled, uncertain of where she was, at first. She rolled on her side to find the fire had gone out, and she was nearly naked on the floor. The memories of the evening’s passions rushed back to her, but the warmth at her centre was fleeting. The house was cold and dark, and she was alone. ‘Anderson? Tim?’ she called. But there was no answer. She fumbled for her clothes and dressed quickly, then walked from room to room, flipping on light switches as she went, feeling a sense of being watched. But there was no one else in the house, and there was no burning between her hip bones to indicate the presence of ghosts.

  Cautiously, she opened the kitchen door and stepped out onto the porch. The night was silent and star-dusted, with the crescent moon hanging heavily just above the fells. Tim’s Land Rover was parked exactly where he had parked it when they arrived earlier. ‘Anderson?’ She called out again. There was nothing.

  She stood for a second holding her breath, contemplating whether she should hop in the car and go to Elemental Cottage, or stay put. Just as she stepped off the porch toward her house, the mare screamed from the stables and she froze in her tracks.

  The paddock was well lit, and there was electricity in the barn. Without giving herself time to think, she slipped into her sandals and made her way as quietly as she could into the paddock, hand clenching at the amulet around her neck. Something definitely wasn’t right, and yet, she felt no presence of ghosts. That in itself wasn’t right. Tim had told her there were always ghosts around Lacewing Cottage, had been since they found out what he was, and even more so since she had arrived. And yet she felt nothing.

  She slowed her pace at the door to the stable, scarcely daring to breathe. She could hear the mare kicking and snorting and whickering in her stall. Carefully she felt for the light, and when she could see, she went straight to the horse who tossed her head, wide-eyed and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

  ‘Easy, easy, girl.’ She spoke softly, hoping the horse couldn’t smell her own nerves. ‘Sh! Shhh. It’s all right.’ She grabbed the lead rope and threw it over the horse’s neck so she would at least have a little control over the animal. She pulled her close until the mare’s head was near her chest, then gently she stroked her neck and face, holding her securely and speaking softly until the horse had calmed a bit. ‘That’s it, girl. It’ll be all right,’ she whispered, hoping she wasn’t lying, but pretty sure she was.

  It was then she noticed Tim sprawled in the dark corner of the stable and he wasn’t moving. But before she could go to him, fire flashed low in her belly like nothing she had felt before, doubling her over, taking her breath away, causing the hair to rise along the back of her neck. The mare jerked away, reared, and then stood trembling at the back of her stall, nostrils flared, eyes wide. Very slowly Marie straightened and turned. She knew what she would see, what she most didn’t want to see.

  Deacon loomed larger than life, backlit from the stable yard light and standing in the open door between her and escape. He beckoned her. ‘Leave Mr Meriwether, or I shall kill him now before your eyes, and it will be you who is to blame.’ His voice vibrated up through her with a heavy cold thrum.

  Feeling like her skin would crawl off her, she moved slowly toward him. He chuckled softly and took her into his arms in an embrace that, in spite of herself, she longed to return. ‘Come, my darling. We are not strangers. I know your body, do I not? I smell your heat. Do I not know how to ignite it, how to stoke it, how to make you lust?’ He stroked her hair, and she wanted him desperately, she felt like her world would end if she couldn’t have him. Then she remembered Serina, and grasped her mirror in a white knuckle grip, an act which made him laugh out loud.

  ‘Oh, my dear, how you tremble. Do I frighten you? I do, don’t I?’ He guided her hand to the bulge in his trousers. ‘And your fear is exquisite, Marie, deliciously fine-tuned and elemental. A woman who fears as exquisitely as you do cannot but bring me pleasure untold. Even more so than your lust or your pain.’ He yanked her to him with a fist curled in the back of her hair.

  His breath was hot, yet sweet against her face, so close to her parted lips that she could almost taste it, and it was the quick, harsh breath of a man aroused. ‘No one can help you, Marie. The ghost you’ve been so happily fucking is now trapped in the Ether he is such a master of. Whether or not he will ever be able to find his way back, I cannot say. The Ether is a very large place. No one at Elemental Cottage knows that anything is wrong. I’ve made sure of that. They are happily casting their worthless binding spell, thinking that they may trap me as they did before, thinking that they may take away my flesh as easily as they do with simpering perverted ghosts.’ He pulled her still closer until his erection raked at her through his trousers, and the heat flared and burned like desire held too lo
ng. ‘I assure you, they are not concerned with you or your friends. They think you are spreading your legs in orgiastic bliss.’

  He took her hand, still gripping the mirror, folded his enormous fist around it and squeezed until bones cracked and glass shattered. The mirror broke with a pop and a scrape, and pain sliced through her palm. She sucked a sharp breath between her teeth and felt her blood, warm and sticky, in her fisted hand. As he relaxed his grip, the broken mirror slid from her fingers and shattered further as it hit the concrete floor of the stable.

  The laugh that rose from deep in his chest was anything but humorous. ‘Do you really believe that you have any power over me, you foolish little girl.’ He tightened the fist in her hair to a painful grip and half dragged, half marched her into the paddock with her clenching her bloodied hand against her chest. There he shoved her onto the ground in front of the water trough and knelt next to her, still holding her by the back of the neck. For a frightening second, she though he was going to force her head under.

  ‘Look! Look,’ he roared. ‘And I will show you what has come to pass at my hand, Marie Warren.’ He forced her head closer to the dark surface. ‘Then I shall show you what the future holds, and I shall bask in your fear.’

  The surface of the water shimmered, then stilled and darkened. A panicked face rose from beneath the water, as though it were her own reflection, a beautiful face, eyes wide, hair floating wildly through the water, mouth open in a desperate plea that would never be heard.