Tattooed Terror
A Tattooed Soul Bonus Scene
by Elamy Pride
Chapter 1
Carter
The first rays of sunlight wake me and I slowly open my eyes, stretching lazily. I can hear my joints cracking like a glowstick, thankfully it doesn’t wake Roman up. Fuck I am getting old.
It takes me a few moments to remember what today is. My favorite holiday. The day I get to scare the fuck out of all my friends and loved ones, and they can’t even yell at me for it.
It’s Halloween baby!
I mindlessly stroke the muscles on my chest, thinking about the funny as fuck ideas Ryan and I came up with for the shop today. I can already picture Pete fainting when he sees the realistic looking fake spider I planted on his black desktop computer last night or Nyx when she spots the rubber snake under her work table. Those two are easy prey though, I could probably jump out from behind my work station and scare the bejesus out of Pete. I fully plan to do that.
Gavin on the other hand is the hardest bastard to frighten. Year after year we fail to even make him flinch. This is the year. I can feel it. I have something special planned. Something so well thought out he will never see it coming. I can’t fucking wait.
When my hand dips under the sheets to lazily stroke my cock, I watch my morning wood tent the fabric making me smirk as an idea strikes. Flicking my eyes to the side I watch Roman for a few moments to make sure he's still asleep before reaching quietly into my bedside drawer grabbing one of the markers I keep next to the bed for coloring. Ever since I discovered those adult coloring books I’ve been using them kind of like my version of meditation. I love it.
Checking one more time that Ro is still asleep, I pull the sheet tight around my still hard dick jerking in excitement. Even mydick knows this is a great idea. Pulling the cap off the marker with my teeth I smirk, resisting the idea to high five myself. Taking the marker I carefully draw eyes at the head of my shaft and a side smirk under it. It’s a ghost, ghost dick.
Feeling my husband start to stretch I quickly lay my head back on the pillow, close my eyes, pretending I'm still asleep.
“Roooomannnn.” I moan like a haunted soul roaming the earth with unfinished business. “Roooman, can you seeee meeee?”
“What the fuck are you doing, Carter?” He mumbles, not stirring even one bit. I think it says more about me as a husband, that my man isn’t even surprised by ghost sounds in our bedroom. I’m clearly winning at this marriage shit.
“Roooomannnnn, I’m heeereeee for youuuu, can you seee meeee?” I have to bite the inside of my mouth not release the laugh that’s about to burst out of me. “I’m standing riiight heeree. Do you feel meee?” I move my hips a little to poke his hip with Ghost Dick.
“What did you do, Tatts?” I can feel the mattress dipping when he shifts but I keep my eyes shut. “Oh my fucking God. This can’t be happening.” He sounds… concerned? “Carter, wake up, quickly.”
He shakes my body and I open my eyes worried something might have actually happened.
“Babe, what happened? What did you do?” He’s sitting right next to me looking at Ghost Dick with a horrified expression. “Your dick is a ghost. Oh no.” He cries out. He’s such a goof. I love that he doesn’t question this, he just matches my energy. “I need to try and save him.” He kneels beside me and puffs his chest out. “Don’t worry, little fella, I will administer lifesaving mouth to mouth”
I lose the battle with my laugh at the sound of his superhero voice and the way he just jumps right in on the action, diving theatrically under the covers and swallowing the sensitive head of my cock.
“Oh fuck yess.” I hiss when his cheeks hollow and his throat opens up for deeper access. With one hand travelling lower and grabbing my balls in a firm grip, “Holy shit,” I gasp, “I can definitely see the light, harder baby.”
Releasing my cock with a loud pop, he grabs it with his hand and starts pumping. “Come on, I can’t lose you.”
“It’s so close.” I cry out not sure if I want to cum or prolong this ecstasy. Thankfully Roman decides for me when he lets go of me.
“I know what will bring him back,” he says with triumph.
Leaning back he grabs the lube from his nightstand and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers before reaching behind him.
“Wha—” I try to ask, but he puts his other hand on my mouth to stop me.
“Shhh, I’ll bring him back to you in no time.”
With that he straddles me and lowers himself directly on my cock.
“Fuuuck.” The tightness of his ass makes me see stars. “Yes, baby, keep doing just that. Ride that ghost out of my cock.”
Roman is taking no prisoners. He fucks himself with a wilderness and I’m loving every second of it. I’m so fucking close, far to fucking quickly, it’s making my head spin.
