At the same time a hot, sinful mouth closes around my nipple through my silk pajamas. A finger presses against my cleft, causing wetness to rush and meet him there. The muscles of my inner wall clench, making me feel achy and needy. I want my clothes gone.
A growl rumbles through the tip of my breast before the finger pushes even harder, fighting my pajama bottoms.
Oh faelords, swearing off men has made my dreams crazy hot. And if I can’t get in real life, I can get my rocks off in dreamland. Works for me.
I reach and grasp until my hand closes around something long, hot, and hard. I grab a cock through a pair of boxers, but that’s doesn’t stop me from giving it a long, slow stroke. Oh sweet witchtits, I want that in me. I want that in me so bad, a mewl of desperation escapes me.
Don’t wake up. Whatever you do, don’t wake up.
Another growl vibrates against my skin, before my bottoms and panties are ripped down my legs. My hands do the same, pushing down fabric so I can wrap my fingers around velvet covered steel. Holy fuck, it’s so big, I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it. I swallow hard as the tips of my breasts tighten almost painfully.
Any second, I'm going to wake up so horny and unsatisfied, I’m sure I’ll burst into tears.
He’s kissing me again, drawing me against the length of his hard body. I’m drowning, drowning in desire and need. I’m a girl who needs touch, affection, sex. I’ve never been ashamed of that, but I’ve been denying those parts of myself, making them all the more wild for gratification.
When the tip of his cock nudges my slick lower lips, reality penetrates the moment just before he does.
My eyes blink open as the air crystallizes around me. I’m awake, but the dream man doesn’t fade away. In fact, I meet a pair of blinking, bleary blue eyes as if he is also bringing me into focus.
I am definitely not in my bed.
And Ted is definitely not a dream.
I am in my neighbor’s bed, with a very naked Ted, and I can tell by the line between his eyebrows he’s not sure how or when I got there either.
Unlike his brother’s atrocious mattresses, this bed is just right. Or do I only think that because Ted’s dick is partially in me and it feels so fucking good, I could cry.
A strangled groan of frustration comes out of my throat. All of that lavender sniffing, for nothing. I broke into his place again, and this time. . .
The reality of his rigid prick still at my entrance has not abated. Still, I don’t move away. My body is so thirsty for more, I can’t force myself to move. And there it is—his lips turn down into that scowl.
I open my mouth, eager to explain I didn’t mean to climb into his bed. That it’s an accident and I’m so sorry, before running from the room like my heels are on fire. But I can’t. All the words get stuck in my throat while the animal side of me wants more.
“You need to leave,” Ted says in a sleep-roughened voice. Faelords, why does his rejection sound so absurdly sexy?
The humiliation starts to creep up from my chest to my neck, but before it fully engulfs my head—drowning me—he continues, “Or so help me blondie, I’m going to do such dirty bad things to you, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Wait—what?
As if my body has a mind of its own, my hips rock against him, pushing that tip in half an inch as I groan. I need more. If I don’t get it, I’m positive I’m going to die.
“Aw fuck,” he hisses, fingers digging into my hips. Eyes squeezing shut, his head tilts back as if it’s taking every ounce of his control not to move.
It’s up to me to get us out of this.
Even as I think it, my hips roll, and he sinks a little further in.
Ted’s head drops to my shoulder, his chest heaving against mine. “Cream puff, you are killing me.”
“I need more,” I murmur against his ear, surprised at the sultry sound of my voice. My fingers dig into his arms, feeling the muscles move as he clenches his teeth.
“No,” he growls. “You don’t.”
“You don’t really want me to leave,” I argue. He doesn’t answer. Every muscle in his body is strung tight, as if he’s trying to keep it together by force alone. “You do want me to leave,” I say.
Of course, he does. He hates me. I hate him.
I just also want him to push that massive dick inside me.
