Then Kent’s hips rolled forward, a sleepy, instinctive thrust, and pleasure shot up my spine.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, one hand coming up to muffle my mouth.
He did it again, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. His movements were slow and uncoordinated, nothing like the deliberate pace he might have set if he were awake. But something about the unconscious nature of it made it even hotter. He was fucking me in his sleep, driven purely by instinct and need.
His hand slid from my hip down to wrap around my cock, and I nearly came on the spot. He stroked me in the same lazy rhythm as his thrusts, his palm rough and perfect.
“James,” he mumbled again, and this time his voice sounded more present, like he might be starting to wake.
I didn’t care anymore. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Kent,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
His rhythm faltered, then suddenly his grip on me tightened. “James?” His voice was clearer now, confused. “What—oh fuck.”
He was awake. And he’d just realized he was balls deep inside me.
“Don’t stop,” I repeated, reaching back to grab his hip, holding him in place. “Please don’t stop.”
For a moment I thought he might pull away, might freak out about what was happening. But then he groaned, low and desperate, and his hips snapped forward hard.
“You feel so good,” he breathed against my neck. “God, James, you’re so tight.”
He was fully awake now, his movements becoming more purposeful. He adjusted his angle slightly and thrust in deep, making me cry out. His hand on my cock picked up speed, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice strained. “Tell me this is okay.”
“More than okay,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his hip. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts became deeper, more confident, and I could feel him losing himself in the sensation. The hand on my cock was working me expertly now, his thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke.
“I was dreaming about you,” he confessed, his voice rough in my ear. “About doing this. I didn’t think—fuck—I didn’t think it would actually happen.”
“What else did you dream about?” I managed to ask, even though coherent thought was becoming difficult.
His response was to bite down gently on my shoulder, his hips snapping forward hard enough to make the bed creak. “I dreamed about making you cum. About feeling you fall apart around me.”
The words sent a shiver through me. This was a side of Kent I hadn’t seen before. He was confident, vocal, and completely uninhibited. Maybe it was easier for him in the dark, half-awake and driven by pure desire rather than overthinking everything.
“Touch me harder,” I demanded, and he obliged immediately, his fist tightening around my cock.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, and his hand was working me with increasing urgency. I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tension coiling at the base of my spine.
“James,” Kent groaned, and I could hear the strain in his voice. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Good,” I panted. “Want to feel you cum inside me.”
He made a strangled sound, his rhythm faltering. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe.” I clenched around him deliberately, and he cursed.
His thrusts became erratic, chasing his release. I could feel him swelling inside me, could hear the desperation in every breath he took. The hand on my cock was moving frantically now, and I knew he was determined to make me cum first.
“Come on,” he urged, his lips against my ear. “Cum for me, James. Want to feel it.”
The combination of his words, his hand, and the relentless pressure against my prostate pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure crashing through me in waves. I came hard, spilling over his fist and onto the sheets below us, my whole body going rigid.
The feeling of me clenching around him must have been too much. Kent buried himself deep and came with a low moan, hiscock pulsing as he filled me. His hips jerked forward a few more times, riding out the aftershocks, before he finally went still.
