Trissa slides a bookmark into her book and pushes the covers back to crawl over to the nightstand on the left side of the bed. I suck in a sharp breath that catches in my throat, making my lungs feel tight. She slowly sets the book on the nightstand, as if she’s lost in thought. I wait for her to move back over to her spot on the bed, but she doesn’t. Instead she lets her legs spread out behind her and lays across the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she pulls her phone back in front of her face. I gulp at the vision splayed out in front of me. A sheer pink baby doll night dress adorns her plush figure. That’s it… nothing else. The sweet cream colored globes of her ass jiggle as she moves a bit to adjust her position and I groan, my cock pulsing to life.Fuck.I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down, hoping that small pain will balance out the quick rush of blood to my cock. I take an unsteady breath as I slowly, so fucking slowly, float over her body and tilt my head to see her screen. I link myhands behind my back as I hover, fighting the urge to grab hold of all that soft flesh and sink into her warmth.Chrissakes—get a fuckin grip, Cian!
Trissa: I can relate to that so much it hurts. I’m thankful I can talk to you though. Sometimes even though I live alone I feel a bit suffocated, you know? It’s nice to be able to talk to someone without the worry of having to act on anything right away.
Wait—does she mean me? Am I suffocating her with my presence? I’ve never felt quite like this before—so desperately horny that I’m afraid of being able to control myself, while simultaneously wincing with a sharp lash of rejection as if I was being horse-whipped. Doubts cloud my mind and I feel heat rise up my neck in a flush of embarrassment and mounting anxiety. I shake my head and float a bit higher above her, putting more space between us while making sure her screen is still in eyesight. I thought… she asked me for more earlier… didn’t she?Fuck!I knew I was going to muck this up somehow. I sigh dejectedly and close my eyes, trying to keep the sting of her revelation out of my words as I write back.
Cian: I can only partially relate to that, actually. While I’m certainly no stranger to being alone, I crave the ability to act on my passions without inhibitions. I’m always thankful to talk with you though, with or without the possibility of anything physical. Although I can’t deny I was hoping for the former, eventually.
Trissa’s brow furrows and she bites her lip as she reads my message. She shakes her foot as she types and I curse myself, because despite knowing now that she feels suffocated by me, I can’t pull my eyes away from the way it makes her ass jiggle. I’m torturing myself at this point. My erection a painful reminder that I want more from this than she does. Anger and resentment course through my veins, not at Trissa—never at her. No, once again I’m furious with fate. What terrible thing did I do that even in death I’m tormented with women who don’t really wantme?Heat burns behind my eyes and I scowl at the tears I refuse to let fall.
Trissa: When you put it like that, I think I’ve changed my mind.
Trissa leans forward toward the drawer on the nightstand and opens it, sticking her hand inside and pulling out a pink silk bag with polka dot drawstrings. She inches back with the bag clutched to her chest and a cheeky smile curling her tantalizing lips. I have no idea what she means, although hope kindles in my chest.
Trissa: Can you do something for me, Cian?
My heart races and I pray that I’m able to grant her what she’s about to ask.
Cian: If it’s within my power, anything.
Trissa backs herself up, ass in the air before laying back down in the middle of the bed. She moves the covers aside further and lays the bag on her stomach, letting her legs drop open and fall to the sides. I choke on the breath I was drawing and sputter in heated fascination at the scene playing out in front of me.
Trissa: Touch yourself and think of me. And when you come, make sure it’s my name on your lips. Can you do that for me?
My heart hammers in my chest as I read the words on the screen, and then reread them twice more for good measure. My cock is so hard now that I can feel my heartbeat in its pulses. I feel a little uneasy agreeing to do this right after she inferred that I’ve been coming on too strong as Casper… but as she opens the silk bag and pulls out what I can only assume is a sex toy, all reason flies out the window.
Cian: Only if you do the same…
Trissa: Oh honey, I planned on it ;)
Lust courses through me and I have to fight to control the ripples that signal the ghost goo trying to manifest. Trissa doesn’t want Casper, she wants Cian… so I need to stay out of sight, even if knowing that burns like acid in my gut. I move to the bottom of the bed and situate myself against the footboard, facing Trissa as she moves her bag off to the side and presses a button on her toy. The gentle hum of vibration fills the air and I take a deep breath as I unfasten my pants with shaky hands, biting my lip as I pull my aching cock free.
I’ve watched others masturbate in my house before, but I’ve never done it alongside them… actually I haven’t masturbated since before I died. There was no point before Trissa—I could neverfeelanything. I blow a breath out slowly and run my fingers down the length of my cock, relishing the fact that I can feel it, and that it sends a small thrill through me. When I glance back up at Trissa she has the toy hovering just above her clit. I tilt my head and squint, trying to figure out what it’ssupposed to be. Is that—a laugh bubbles up in my throat but I quickly swallow it down. It’s an opalescent silicone tentacle with a silver bullet at the base. I’ve never seen anything like it and I’m equal parts fascinated and shocked. I guess shereallywasn’t kidding about the tentacles. The heat that sparks at the thought of using all my practice with the goo to fulfil some of her wildest fantasies fizzles out quickly with the memory that she doesn’t wantme.I shake my head and grab my cock, jerking it with a bit more force than is necessary or comfortable. Trissa presses the bullet against her swollen clit and lets out a breathy moan that immediately banishes my wretched thoughts.
Her left hand glides over to her breast and she cups it the best she can over the scant fabric as she squeezes and kneads her supple flesh. My mouth runs dry as I watch Trissa roll her hips against the toy, sucking in a breath that sounds like a hiss.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking good,” she whispers roughly. My eyes roll back into my head and flutter as her words course through my veins like electricity. I run my fist from base to tip, stopping to circle the crown and collect my beaded pre-cum before stroking back down my throbbing shaft.
Trissa lets out a throaty moan and I bite down on my lip, watching her beautiful cunt start to glisten with moisture. I want to float over there and lap it up. I want to paint her with my cum and coat my cock in her juices.Fuck. I jerk myself faster, matching the rhythm of Trissa's cries.That’s right, love. Sing for me.
Trissa lets out a little whine before she says, “I need your cock. I need to feel you thrusting and throbbing inside of me,” as she says this, she moves the dildo down and notches it at her entrance quickly before sinking it into her greedy little cunt in one swift motion. I fight back a groan and bite down harder on my lip. If I could bleed, I’m sure my mouth would be full with thetang of blood. Cum is leaking from my engorged cock, but I don’t want to finish without her.
She thrusts the tentacle in and out of her sweet, weeping cunt and I can feel myself shaking with the effort not to come. I force myself to match her pace, unwilling to miss out on the thrill of this real time simulation, even though my pleasure is bordering on pain now. My delayed climax is an intensifying ache that threatens to overwhelm me.
She hums and licks her lips, “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby!” She pants and her brow furrows as her movements get uneven. I can feel my balls drawing up, tightening in preparation to grant me the release I’m so desperately chasing.
“Oh! Ah, C-C,” a tremor wracks my body as I anticipate my name on her lips as she falls apart. “C-Casper, oh gods—yes!”
“Trissa!”Ding.
Wait—what?I try to squeeze my cock to stop my orgasm, but it’s too late. My eyes are squeezed shut against the bitterness of hearing a name that is not my own. Spots explode behind my eyelids and ropes of cum shoot out onto my stomach only to quickly disappear as my brain struggles to comprehend what just happened.
I peel open my eyes and stare at Trissa, dumbfounded and unsure of what to do or say. I know I didn’t manifest physically… if she didn’t see me why did she call out Casper instead of Cian? Embarrassment sends a flush up my neck and I rub my chest against the ache that’s settled there. Did—did I just get rejected twice? My heart hammers against my chest as I weigh my options… my mouth is moving before I can even really consider what I’m saying.
Cian: Did my name taste as sweet on your lips as yours did on mine?
Trissa is up and walking into the bathroom with her toy. When her phone chimes she sets the dildo in the sink and rushes over to the phone with a satisfied smirk on her face. I quickly tuck my cock away, thankful that the mess just disappears when I’m incorporeal and float over within view of her screen.
Trissa: The sweetest.
