The dream—fuck, okay, the reality of it was more than I could have thought. She surpassed everything I thought. Every wish. Every hope. Her tight pussy clamped around me as if it was begging me to never let it go. Just the thought has me getting hard against her leg that’s thrown over my hip.
Not sure if it’s me or she just starts having the same thought. But slowly at first, she rocks her sweet cunt along my leg. She gets bolder as she goes, rougher, chasing the friction to get herself off.
With my eyes still closed, I shift her till she’s lying away from me. She whimpers in protest till I lift her leg and slide right in. It’s like coming home with how wet and welcoming it is.
I’m half asleep, and so is she. Our movements are slow, but there’s no less spark than before. My hand is on her hip, rocking her back and forth till her hand reaches back and grabs my ass for leverage as she takes over. I lower my hand, using only touch to dictate where to go, and explore her thighs till I move higher and find her apex.
I slide two fingers into the top of her slit. I can feel my dick touch my fingertips as she glides back and forth. I press down hard and let her motion shift my hand up and down on her clit.
She moans and arches her head back. I wrestle with her hair, moving it with my chin and nose till I find a patch of her skin and bite hard before sucking.
Her breath hitches, and then she stills before giving a short burst as if she’s having a seizure as she comes on my dick, squeezing my cum from me with each pulse.
I let go of her neck, licking and then kissing it before settling. I don’t move any other part of myself. My hand is still squeezed between her pussy lips, and my dick is still inside her, just like it was the last time we fell asleep.
I never thought I was one to enjoy having my dick inside a woman all night. Usually I’m the first one in thebathroom, removing the condom and washing off any remnants of the night before as quickly as possible.
But with Peaches? Not only did we not use protection, but the idea of wiping any part of her essence away brings me to anger. I should be worried about the no-condom thing. I should. But I know we’re both clean. I got tested a while back and haven’t been with another since. And I’ve made sure that Ruby hasn’t been with anyone in months. I haven’t let a guy come around in over a year. The one tonight? He got too close. If my guy wasn’t there to teach them a lesson, I would have left earlier and dealt with it.
But I have a team that handles that shit. They’re happy to do so. Which means I can be here. In this dream of perfection. With Ruby keeping my dick warm all night long.
I stretch and feel things pop, but nothing hurts. Just the typical aging sounds I’ve gotten used to over the years. As I roll, I grin when my face lands against a pillow and the peaches and cream scent fills my brain. Memories of the entire night replay on fast-forward in my mind.
But why have a memory when I can have the real thing?
I reach out across the sheet and feel only coldness. I stretch to the far edges of the bed and find nothing.
I sit up so fast that I have to grab my head as it splits open. The damn drugs that started all this are still messing with me. I could blame our being horny on whatever it was. I did feel out of it more than usual, as if just a breath on myneck had my dick standing erect. If neither of us had anything in our system, I honestly don’t know if we would have taken it that far. Hell, if I just hadn’t downed her drink, I could have resisted. Or at least appeased her just enough to get her to sleep.
But both of us? Fuck, everything about last night was memorable. I might hate how it happened, and that I was fucking drugged, but I like that I remember everything. Every sight. Every touch. Every taste.
And the way she kept asking for more. I don’t think I ever heard her say my name as she came, but that just gives me something to look forward to for next time.
I grab my phone off the desk and check her location. She’s still in the apartment. Good. All I need to do is relax for ten seconds, let this migraine pass, drink a gallon of water, and then we can get back to where we started.
She’s probably in the bathroom cleaning up. I’ve never slept with my dick buried in someone most of the night. And I liked it a hell of a lot more than I thought I would when I heard one of the brothers talk about it. Just sounded unsanitary. Now I get it. My dick was nice and warm, like being hugged in a special room all for him.
I probably need a shower before we start round two. Or is it round five? When do rounds start? After an orgasm or after you’ve slept for a bit? Something to debate with Ruby when I find her.
I scoot to the end of the bed and put my feet on the ground. Just that much movement hurts my head. How the fuck could Ifuckall night and not feel like this, but now I do? Is the world trying to punish me for what happened?
Sure, this wasn’t how I wanted it to go, but do I regret it? Fuck no. I wanted it. Have for a while. Now that I’ve had it? Well, at least I know that all the bullshit it’ll cause will be worth it. But I already knew she was. I didn’t go into this blind. I waited. Plotted. Prepped. Made sure that if I was going to risk everything for a girl, she’d be worth it.
Because that’s how Ruby is, all or nothing. Either you’re in it for the win or not. Don’t expect a fling with her. She’s not the type. And I wouldn’t disrespect her like that. Also, I don’t want to.
Ruby’s mine. She just needs to figure that out. Hopefully, when I find her, she’ll already have that thought, and I won’t have to fuck it into her. Although that could be fun.
I grin as I look down at my feet, and something catches my eye: my dick. Not because I’ve never seen it before, but there’s something on it.
“What the fuck?” I wipe off the dark stain and bring it closer to my eyes to see. Blood.
Was Ruby a—
I don’t finish the thought before I’m standing, swaying but determined. I can’t find my briefs, but I locate my jeans. I pull them on, not even bothering to button them as I storm out of her room and to the bathroom.
Which is open. And empty.
I go to her living room and look through it to the kitchen.
