Unexpected Dreams: Dream Series, Book 4

by Isabelle Peterson

  Tanner broke the kiss only to reach for the lube and a foil square. I heard the foil tear and watched as Tanner, kneeling between my legs, unrolled the latex over his thick, pulsing length. When he’d shucked his shorts, I didn’t know, but I was sorry to have missed it. I’d always loved watching his cock spring free.

  I heard the snap of the cap from the lube and pulled my eyes from his to watch him slick up his dick. He added more lube to his fingers and next I felt the cool gel at my most private space. He pulled my knees up, one at a time, allowing him more space back there.

  I was relieved and happy that we were going to do this face-to-face. I couldn’t wait to watch his expressions. He worked my puckered hole expertly, first with one finger, then with two. The addition of the second finger had me wincing to a quick pinch of pain. But I held his gaze letting him know that I was okay. Several more strokes and then his fingers were gone.

  I would have missed those fingers if I hadn’t next felt Tanner’s cock right up against me, gently nudging against my backside. Our eyes hadn’t wavered, our breathing was completely matched. Forcefully, but not aggressively, Tanner pressed into me. With an inaudible pop! I had been breached by his bulbous head. The pleasure-slash-pain was exquisite as it washed over me. So much better than I could have anticipated. I closed my eyes to record in my mind this feeling. Not just the physical, but also the emotional to this man who had completely turned my world upside-down. I knew my mouth was hanging slightly open, but subconsciously I knew air was important. My hands released my knees and my legs wrapped around the backs of his legs and my hands flew to his chest, not to push back, but only to increase the connection.

  “You okay?” he asked. I opened my eyes to find his, and found sweet concern marking his brow.

  “Better than okay,” I answered with a smile. “But slow. Go slow.”

  “ ‘Course,” he smiled back. “You have to relax though. I won’t be able to move otherwise. But, hell, you feel amazing.”

  I slowly drew my hands over his chest, and thumbed over his taut nipples. I felt his dick, pinned in my ass, pulse. My breath hitched and I felt a smile creep over my lips, and my own cock, raging hard, twitched between us.

  Tanner read me like the Sunday morning headlines. A one-sided smile claimed his mouth as I felt him push further as he watched me intently. He wasn’t just looking for cues to stop, he was caressing my face with his eyes.

  As he did, my hands slid up to his shoulders and I gripped the strained muscles under my touch. The slow penetration was overwhelming and unsettling, and I know I grimaced and groaned loudly. The pain was intense, sure, but it was amazing how that pain increased the pleasure; like salt on a margarita rim.

  To be the one penetrating my whole life, and then to one day be penetrated…when I’d never thought about it for a second was enough to knock my world completely off its axis. I was from this moment forward, a changed man; scared as hell, but undeniably altered…undeniably.

  “Is it too much? I can stop,” he said, as he started to pull back.

  “Like hell you will,” I said, my hands dropping to his hips and stilling him there. “I know the word, and I’ll use it if I want you to stop. This feels incredible. Not just you inside of me, but that I’m with you. Please don’t stop. I want more. I just need a moment.”

  Tanner’s lower lip trembled and he bit down on it while smiling. “You are fucking incredible,” he said after a moment, dropping to his elbows, sliding his arms under mine and gripping my shoulders. Our chests were touching and my throbbing cock was trapped between us. He kissed me and slid back in a bit, his body sliding over mine. My hips bucked and a moan escaped my mouth. My bucking brought Tanner deeper. He stilled, dropping his head into my neck and panting his own pleasure.

  “God, you feel so fucking good.” His voice was low and awed.

  I wanted more. My need was growing desperate. To go from years of ‘inserting’ to being ‘inserted’ was profound. I was so vulnerable, yet felt safe with Tanner…and it was amazing. I wiggled my hips, unable to speak. Tanner understood exactly what I was after. He raised his head and locked eyes with me, sliding deeper…slowly.

  His groans matched mine, the sounds of the two of us filling the room was so erotic. I became aware that Tanner was no longer pushing in and I knew that he was fully inside of me. I studied his face. What I saw was a mirror of what I felt. Hunger. Bliss. Love?

  The thought caused me to falter, and a flash of fear washed over Tanner’s face. “What?” he whispered.

  I shook my head, desperation flooding my every sense. “Move. Move now. More. I need this. Please. Give it to me.” My jumble of words matched my emotions. I had no idea what to do with this. I just knew that I needed him. I needed Tanner unlike a need I had ever known. I gripped his ass, his incredible ass, smooth and firm, one globe per hand and squeezed. Tanner dropped his forehead to mine.

  “Oh god,” he breathed. “Fucking hell.” He pulled back slowly until his head was about to leave me, and then slowly pushed back in. He repeated the action a couple more times. His dick felt a mile long. The double contact of him in my ass, and his belly stroking my dick engulfed me. I felt my balls start to pull up and the tingle gather in my spine.

  Tanner gasped and pulled his forehead from mine and fixed his eyes on mine. When he lowered his head again, our lips meet and our tongues tangled. We breathed through each other, like we were the other’s lifeline. As our kiss intensified, so did Tanner’s thrusts.

  I broke our kiss for one thing. “Faster,” I heard myself say.

  “Oh, ooohhhmmmmmmm,” he moaned, his deep sound was so fucking sexy. He pulled his head back and focused his eyes on mine, and picked up the pace. I moved my hands off his ass and onto his back, adoring the rippling muscles under my touch.

  Soon the stimulation was all too much, “Oooohhhh, I’m gonna… oh God!….” Tanner started to push harder and faster, his grip on my shoulders nearly painful, and all of it came swirling through my core. “Shit, Tannerrrr… I’m …… FUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!” I hollered out so loudly and orgasmed so hard, I lost my hearing. The world went silent and, other than Tanner’s eyes, dark. Tanner continued to move inside of me as my climax continued to roll through me. My hearing returned only to hear Tanner release, his cock growing bigger and harder in my ass, then pulsing as he came.

  Tanner broke the eye contact and collapsed his body on top of mine. The weight, a welcome burden, as I felt afraid that I was floating away. We stayed that way for I have no idea how long. Tanner’s musky-sweaty scent mixing with the clear scent of sex hanging heavy in the air; both scents doing nothing to calm my spiraling emotions.

  I knew I was in trouble. It had been happening slowly. Greg’s constant caring support…his humor…his trust. And this? The way we made love?

  I didn’t expect him to bottom for his first time. Jonathan liked to top me all the time, and while I didn’t necessarily mind, I was expecting to bottom with Greg. But he let me top.

  I was scared shitless. A man just coming to know that he was gay? With a full life that surrounded him as a heterosexual? Yes, he had two people in his life who knew and were seemingly supportive, but would it last? Would all this turn, and would I lose him? I wasn’t sure I could ever handle that.

  I’d never really looked for love. I did somewhat in college, but once the Chicago Smoke recruited me, my career became my lover. I poured myself into my job. I had boyfriends, but never an unbreakable bond. Never that cosmic connection.

  This… This… With Greg.

  But would he feel the same? I was his first. Sure, your first is special. I remember mine. And I believed that Greg would remember this and us. But did he feel the same as me?

  CHAPTER 37

  A sob escaped my chest. I was trying to hold back the emotion of the moment but it was too much and I lost the battle.

  Tanner lifted his chest up off me swiftly, concern etched on his face.

  “Shit! Greg, I’m sor—”

 
; I pulled him back down, needing the contact. “Omigod. Please don’t say you’re sorry. That was…that was the most…Fuck!” The tears streamed down my face, one annoyingly landing in my ear. “I’m just so…I don’t know how to handle this.”

  Tanner lifted up, but only enough to look me in the eye, leaving our chests touching, and my finally softening cock between us, pooled in the sticky goo—evidence of the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire fucking life.

  “Oh thank fucking hell.” I searched his eyes and saw that his eyes were welled with unshed tears. He leaned in and gently kissed me. It was sweet and filled with a promise of more. But right now, I couldn’t handle more. I wanted it, but feared I would break apart into a million pieces. “Hang on a second though.”

  Tanner pulled back, slipping out of me. I instantly missed our connection. Thankfully, his body returned and pulled me into him, the both of us on our sides, facing one another. I breathed into him, taking his scent and letting it soothe me.

  “So, will you tell me why you’re crying?” he asked quietly, pulling back a bit to look at me.

  “I never knew it could be like that,” I answered truthfully.

  I stopped short of saying what I was really feeling at that moment, that I loved him. I mean, it was just because he was my first, right. I remember feeling that way when I was fifteen and lost my virginity to Johanna Garibaldi. It was the emotion of the first, right?

  I was a goner. I was in love with Tanner Joseph Williams. He let me care for him, all the while, he took care of me. We were give and take. We were of one mind. We were perfect.

  “Shall we clean up?” Tanner asked, breaking into my lost thoughts. “I can get you a washcloth, or we could take a shower.”

  “A shower sounds nice,” I answered, “But can I have a minute in there first?”

  “ ‘Course,” he smiled.

  In the privacy of the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. What I saw shocked me. I didn’t see the same old Greg. I saw a new man coming forward. The man who had been emerging over the past month. I saw a happy man. A confident man. A hopeful man. For so long, looking in the mirror I used to just see hair that needed to be put into place, skin that needed to be washed, and teeth that needed brushing. Now, I was seeing me.

  I remembered my dad giving me the “man-to-man” talk, and my older buddies telling me that the first time you had sex with your one, you would know it. I’d never felt that. Not once. I thought I had with Elizabeth. But I was dead fucking wrong.

  Looking at my reflection, I knew without a doubt—shit!—that Tanner was the one. And I liked what I saw in the mirror. I was finally seeing myself without the smoke and mirrors that I now realized had clouded my self-image. I had only Tanner to thank for this transformation.

  I started the shower so it could start to warm and called Tanner in. I was already under the spray when Tanner stepped in. He stepped into me and kissed me softly, then grabbed the bottle of shower gel—our shower gel—and squirted some into his hands. He lathered the gel in his hands and then proceeded to soap my body over, taking special attention to my re-awakening dick, and my tender backside.

  “You good?” he asked, his hand running over my ass.

  “It’s a nice reminder,” I said, and grabbed the shower gel so I could return the favor. The scent of the gel was driving me crazy, and topped off with Tanner’s hands on me, and my hands on him, I was going to be ready to go again sooner than later. That said, I was feeling the effects of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had before and sleep also sounded pretty good.

  As I washed Tanner’s body, his dick was quite ready for another go already. Soaping his incredible back and admiring his perfect ass, my mind started to churn about what that would be like. To take Tanner. My cock woke up even more at that thought.

  “Can I interest you in something sweet?” Tanner asked, a gleam in his eye.

  “I may need a break. Remember, I’m older than you. And not a professional athlete.”

  “That’s not how I’m reading it,” Tanner said, grabbing my cock and giving it a full, slow stroke.

  I groaned at his touch.

  “But I was talking about some ice cream. The freezer is usually stocked.”

  Phew! Ice cream actually sounded incredibly good!

  We turned the shower off, and dried each other and ourselves. I loved watching Tanner scrub his head with the towel, his head covered and his body all exposed. His muscles flexing and stretching as he towel dried his thick hair. Somehow, I had a feeling that we were going to be fucking again before long.

  Tanner brought up a small tub of Ben & Jerry’s Karamel Sutra and two spoons. While we enjoyed the cool, sweet ice cream, laid out naked on his bed, we talked about what we could do over the next day or so. Down to Martha’s Vineyard, or whale watching up at the state park, or Provincetown, also known as P-town.

  Tanner was swinging his spoon around when a drop of ice cream dripped from Tanner’s spoon…right onto his cock. The cock that I’d been watching when I felt okay to steal a glance.

  I’d had enough ice cream and talk. I dumped my spoon in what I just realized was the empty bin, and scooted down to take his semi-hard dick in my hand. I lapped at the drop of chocolate ice cream that sat on his shaft.

  “Shit, mate,” Tanner groaned. I loved how his Aussie expressions came out when he was being pleasured. Tanner rolled on his back and I heard the ice cream bin and spoons get dumped in the trash can that Tanner had deposited the condom we’d used earlier.

  I crawled between his legs and continued to enjoy the treat I really wanted…Tanner’s cock. Quickly, it grew to its proud length and strength. Tanner’s hand thrust into my hair and clenched. His breath hissed through his teeth, and I knew what he was feeling, and my semi was now hot and rigid. I fisted Tanner’s dick as I gently took his balls in my mouth. The hand that was woven into my hair pulled slightly, making my dick lurch.

  Feeling bold, I dropped my attention lower. As I’d seen in the free porn, I licked his back door. We’d just showered, so I knew things were clean, and I was handsomely rewarded by his reaction.

  “Holy fucker! That’s it!” He pulled his legs up as mine had been, allowing me greater access. I wasn’t ready to rim him or anything, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless.

  I looked up at him to find him gripping the sheets as tightly as I had been and his eyes squeezed tight, his jaw clenching. Next to his head, I spotted what I needed.

  I started to kiss my way back up to his mouth…across his abs and chest and shoulder. I crashed my lips onto his as I reached for the lube that I had spied. Next, I snatched a condom from the side table and sat up between his legs. Tanner was watching my every move. I sheathed my dick, which was harder than I think it had ever been in my life, and heard Tanner groan.

  “You are so fucking sexy right now, do you know that?” he asked.

  “I wasn’t aware, why don’t you tell me?”

  “Well for starters, you have a gorgeous cock in that hand of yours. And I love watching your arm and chest muscles move. Your face, well, it’s what first grabbed my attention back when… And right now, especially now, you kneeling between my legs, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I squirted a little more lube on my fingers, then with one hand, I grabbed his glorious dick and said, “I happen to be rather fond of this cock in my hand right now,” then dropped my other hand to where I was headed next.

  “Okay, I’m changing my mind. Right now, you are beyond sexy.”

  I pressed the tip of my finger into his hole with my slippery finger and continued to stroke his magnificent cock with my other hand. I felt Tanner’s ass contract around my finger, the tight, hot heat firing me up even more. I started to press further, then pulled back, making my hand on his cock, match the pace of my finger in his ass, a bit deeper with each pass. Tanner’s eyes rolled back in his head a bit, only briefly breaking our eye contact. When his eyes were fixed on me
again, somehow I knew what he wanted. Slipping a second finger in on the next pass, I thought I knew what his reaction would be.

  “Oh, FUCK!” he growled, his fingers digging into my arm. I stopped, scared to death that I’d just hurt him.

  “I’m sorry!” I squeaked.

  His eyes widened at me, and his grip loosened. “No. I’m sorry,” he groaned. “DON’T stop! It’s good. Go on, please,” he begged.

  Once I got my heart beating again, I pushed forward with what I’d been doing, and seeing Tanner’s pleasure written all over his face, and hearing him moan with delight, my arousal quickly returned as well.

  “More… please,” he pleaded.

  My heart slamming in my chest so eager to please Tanner, and feel myself inside of him, I slipped my fingers free, and lined up to claim Tanner. Snugging my knees around his hips. Tanner’s gaze was searing, and his one-sided grin had me hook, line, and sinker. I ran my hands along the sides of his ripped abs and pressed gently against his tight pucker, but found resistance. Tanner reached for my hips, and encouraged me both with his eyes and hands.

  Pulling my hands to his hips, I pressed in again, this time with a little more force. The head of my dick slid in. The feeling was amazing, like nothing I’d ever known, even that little bit. Bliss passed over Tanner’s face, his eyes burned with lust, and his mouth opened, no sound escaping. A quick nudge of Tanner’s fingers and I slid into him, watching for any sign that I should stop, but none came. I reveled in Tanner’s response, a tremble and groan with smoldering eyes. Fully seated, I again paused getting used to the sensation. Blood was thundering through my ears, my heart beating so hard I expected it to leap out of my chest.

  It was only me and this beautiful man under me. The world was gone. Just here. Just now. Just the two of us.

  Tanner hips moved slightly and I got the message. I pulled back slowly, enjoying the retreat as much as I had entering, until I was almost free, then slid back in. The sensation was otherworldly. Again and again I made the pass, each time emboldened a bit more by the comfort and the man under me, my hands roaming all over his taut chest muscles. This moment was perfect.