Resting my arms behind my head, I shut my eyes as they continue working their magic.
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten a blow job like this. Maybe that’s why I’m so strung out lately. I just needed to get some action.
“Fuck. That feels good, baby,” I whisper.
“Mmm.” They purr around the head of my dick.
That voice. It sounds familiar, but with the heat buzzing through me, I’m so close to coming, I don’t give it much thought.
Until a warm, solid hand squeezes my balls. It’s too strong to be a woman. Propping up on my elbows, I gaze down at the person who is working me over.
Noah.
Oh holy fuck. With one flick of his tongue through my slit, I’m?—
“Holy shit!” The mess in my boxers pulls me from sleep as the sheets tangle around my legs. “Holy shit!”
Looking down, my dick is popping out of the hole in my plaid boxer shorts, sticky with cum.
Because I had a sex dream.
And not just any sex dream.
A sex dream starring Noah Fields and his mouth.Hismouth that made me come harder than I have in a long time.
“Fuck.”
Looking at the clock next to my bed, it’s half past two.
I kick the sheets off from my feet, then head into my bathroom and turn the shower on.
Straight to ice-cold.
I do not need a repeat of what happened.
Of Noah giving me a blow job.
Fuck. Not something I need to be thinking about because my dick is already taking interest again.
Chucking my messy boxers into my laundry basket, I step under the spray of the shower. Not ice-cold, but lukewarm.
Doing nothing to help my still growing problem.
Fuck.
It’s hard to ignore my dick as I rinse off, trying my best to push all thoughts of the dream from my head.
Something like that has never happened to me before.
It’s been a weird few weeks. That has to be the reason I had a sex dream about Noah.
Seeing that bartender try to pick him up the other night? Was I jealous? Did I want to be the one picking him up instead?
Fuck.
Stop thinking about it.
But the harder I try not to think about it, the more I end up thinking about it. And it’s getting too painful to ignore.
