by Sophia Gray
“Oh, Ciaran, yes,” she murmured to me, her sweet voice turning sultry and needy. I couldn’t say I didn’t like the tone or the desire laced through it. “Please touch me.”
Dream or not, I wasn’t a man to resist such a request. I found the hem of her nightie, all lacy and falling high already on her thighs. I continued to fondle one large breast as I pushed the hem upwards with my other hand. When I moved it up her creamy thigh, I found that at her hip there was no elastic. No lace. No fabric at all. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
I groaned at the knowledge and allowed my hand to slide inwards between her legs. I found smooth skin and moisture there. My eyes jerked up to hers. She was all but panting above me, her eyelids lowered until she was looking through slits.
My finger found another slit, the one between her legs, and I dragged it along that line, collecting moisture and causing her to jerk towards my hand. “More, Ciaran,” she begged me. I obliged by letting that finger wiggle between her folds. I found her opening. It was dripping with need, slick with wanton desire, and I took advantage of that fact. I pushed one finger inside of her and she cried out in pleasure.
I began to pump my finger inside of her. She’s tight, I observed, and found what little was left of my conscious mind hoping she was in reality, too.
Slowly, I began to stroke her inner walls. My ministrations had her squirming on the couch beside me. I kept my right hand firmly locked on her full tit, fondling it and pinching at the nipple between my two fingers. She loved every minute of it.
“Oh, Ciaran,” she breathed heatedly, beginning to move her hips against my hand in an effort to rock herself into more pleasure. “I need more than your finger. Oh, please, Ciaran, please fuck me.”
Her request was all the more ragged because the way her lips formed “fuck” was like an angel sinning for the first time. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parted slightly, her eyes were wide and innocent. Like she wasn’t supposed to say things like that, but she would say them to me because I brought them out in her.
God, I wanted to bring them out in her.
“Dirty little mouth,” I growled at her, still stroking the pad of my finger along her slick inner walls. “If you keep that up, I’ll have to find something to do with it.”
Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of crimson and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, nibbling and worrying at it. “Do you want me to…?” she asked, but trailed off, looking every bit the part of a shy, innocent little thing. Normally it wouldn’t, but tonight, in my dream, it turned me on and made me rock hard beneath the blankets covering me.
“Yeah,” I ground out, deciding as the word left my mouth. “Yeah, baby, I want you to suck me.”
Her eyes widened slightly and I heard a tiny moan escape her lips. Like she wanted to give me head. Like it was just as erotic, just as full of lust as letting me slide my large cock into her waiting, wet pussy, taking the place of my finger.
After a moment, she licked her lips and nodded her head. Then she stood. My hand on her breast fell away, my reach not quite long enough for the new position, but my hand between her legs remained. I continued to move my finger within her pussy as she reached for the blankets covering me and pulled them back.
I was clothed, but only partially. I had on a pair of jeans, my cock straining against them, but that was it. She paused, glancing down at that bulge nervously, even as I continued to fondle her womanhood.
“Go on,” I told her, my voice ragged and strained. She nodded and reached for me, but before she got to my pants, I thought of something. “Wait,” I commanded, and she froze. “Take your nightgown off. I want to see your body when that dirty little mouth of yours wraps around my cock.”
That lovely flush traveled down the column of her neck and coated the tops of her breasts, bringing out a few soft freckles that made me want to taste her flesh.
I added a second finger between her legs and she cried out, putting a hand out to rest along the back of the couch to keep herself from tumbling over. For a second, she just enjoyed the feeling of me pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. After a little of that, I told her, “C’mon. Take it off. I want to see those tits.”
She nodded her head and managed to straighten herself up enough to grab the nightie and jerk it up over her head.
Her long, smooth body was exposed to me. Her legs went on for miles, her pussy was as slick, smooth, and pink as I imagined it, and her tits were large, but still perky. Her nipples were proud and erect, making me want to nibble on them with my teeth until she whimpered.
“That’s better,” I told her in a husky voice.
She nodded, then let her hands wander back to my jeans. She popped the button of them and then jerked down the zipper, making me groan. So close, I thought. She tugged them down my hips until finally my hard, now aching cock was free from the confines of fabric. I had never been so grateful for it in my life.
“That’s it,” I muttered when her little hand wrapped around my cock. Her fingers looked tiny, delicate around my thick shaft, and I couldn’t deny that I liked the look. “Go on, baby. Show me just how dirty that pretty little mouth of yours is.”
She licked her lips. Her eyes flickered to my face, then she leaned over, bending mostly at the hips. It allowed me to keep pumping my fingers into her even as I felt her lips just barely touch the tip of my dick. The sensation was so strong that I nearly jerked up into her mouth without warning, but I managed to just barely restrain myself.
But that restraint wasn’t going to last for long. If she didn’t start doing something soon, I was going to grab the back of her head and push her down.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait for long.
Her small, pink tongue slipped out between her full lips and flicked across the tip of my cock. I shuddered and jerked reflexively, letting out a low moan of pleasure and appreciation. She looked at me with those big blue eyes, her lashes long, dark, and silky. Then she grinned. The hand wrapped around my shaft squeezed tighter around me and I cursed.
“Shit, baby, that feels good. Do that again,” I ground out, remembering just barely that I still had my fingers dipped into her pussy. I did my best to focus on that movement, too, but it was difficult with the way she was touching—and the way she kept licking those damn full lips.
She obliged my request, squeezing me again. Then she stroked me firmly several times before she put her mouth back towards the head. I felt her warm breath caress the tip of me right before she kissed the head. I thought I might die from her teasing, but then she parted those silky lips and popped me into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my hips trying to jerk up.
She used her free hand to keep me down, or at least try to, her silky, delicate fingertips pressing firmly against my hip to keep me in place as her lips moved farther down. She swallowed not only my head but the veiny shaft it was connected to. I groaned and shoved my fingers into her waiting body more urgently as I felt her take more and more of my dick into her mouth. When I hit the back of her throat and she only barely managed not to gag, I cursed again.
“Fuck!”
A moment later, she pulled back from my cock. She let it slip out completely with a popping sound. Saliva coated my shaft and left a trail to her slightly open mouth. Her eyes met mine. “Is that dirty enough for you?” she murmured softly, still in that same sweet voice.
“Fuck no,” I told her through gritted teeth. “I’m aching to be back inside you, baby.”
She grinned at me, then winked. Before I could comment, her mouth swallowed me again. She began to bob her head up and down, her mouth coating my shaft with her saliva as her tongue swirled along the underside of my dick and then around the bulbous head before dipping back down. She kept one hand on my hip to prevent me from jerking too harshly up into her mouth, but the other continued to keep a firm grip around the base of me. That hand stroked the inch or so she couldn’t quite swallow, massaging and jerking it to make sure none of my erec
tion went unappreciated.
I continued to finger her, making her moan and hum as she sucked me. It amped up my own pleasure, but I also felt good knowing I was making her squirm with desire, too. She was wet, the slickness coating my hand, and I knew what I wanted was more than just a blowjob. But I also knew her mouth felt so damn good around my member that I wasn’t going to push for her to pull her mouth away again anytime soon.
“That’s it, baby,” I ground out instead, feeling my pleasure mount and build. Soon, I’d explode. I realized that I hoped it was in her mouth—but that she probably wouldn’t appreciate that. “Keep doing that. Keep…ah, yes!” She gave me a hard suck and for a moment I couldn’t say anything. When I came back to myself, I was breathing heavily and knew that if I didn’t say something to her, I’d shoot my load into her mouth without warning.
This is only a dream, who cares? some part of me asked, but even as that part pointed out my certainty that this was all a dream, there was another part that didn’t want to do that to her. Even if this was just a dream, even if she was only a figment of my imagination, there was something about those big baby blue eyes and that innocent look as she swallowed my member that made me want to take care of her. That made me want to be kind and courteous, even if that wasn’t my immediate need. “Baby, you should pull back,” I managed to warn, feeling my climax fast approaching. “I’m going to lose myself in that pretty little mouth if you don’t.”
She paused. Her eyes flickered up to mine and for a moment, we just started at each other, my cock still buried in her mouth. Then she pulled back slightly and I thought she was going to release my dick before I came down her throat—but she didn’t. Instead, she worked harder. She suckled at me and pumped me with her hand until I felt like I had to burst.
I tried to keep my hand moving inside of her, too, but as I got closer and closer to my own release, I faltered, focusing instead on her ministrations.
She swallowed me as far as she could, my cock banging the back of her throat, and then sucked hard. That was when I felt it. A wash of pleasure so intense that for a minute I couldn’t do anything but jerk into her mouth in short bursts and let out a loud groan as my release washed through me—and my cum spurted into her mouth.
She swallowed it all and held me within her mouth until I was finished. Finally, she pulled away and let my softening cock slip from her full lips. Panting, boneless, and a little delirious, I stared at her pretty, sweet face for a moment in awe. My free hand reached for her and caressed her face gently, wonderingly.
Carefully, I tugged her towards me. She came willingly until her body was stretched out slightly above me, though her legs were still planted firmly on the side of the bed. Her sweet face was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from her to me. She smiled at me, a girlish smile that showed off dimples and told me she had a few freckles that were light enough to miss until she was this close to you. “Did you like that?” she asked me in a whisper that washed over my body and sent shivers through me. I didn’t think I’d be ready to go again just yet, but with the way she was looking at me and talking, I thought maybe I would be soon.
“Yes,” I answered her honestly, my eyes slipping across her features. “Yes, I did. I was right: you do have a dirty mouth.”
She laughed softly, the sound barely more than a breath of air. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Fuck no,” I told her. “That’s the prettiest damn mouth ever.”
Her cheeks reddened slightly, the flush making her look even better. “Thank you.”
For a moment, we just stayed like that, with her bent over me and my hand stroking her warmed, rosy cheek. As I stared into her eyes, I said, “I don’t know your name.”
She bit her full lower lip, then leaned closer. I felt her breath slide across my ear and felt another tremor of pleasure run through me. Maybe I will be ready for round two pretty quick. She whispered to me, telling me her name, but as with all dreams the details I needed and wanted the most seemed to get lost in translation. Her words slipped away on an invisible wind and the dream shifted to something that was just darkness. Blissful and peaceful, but unfulfilling if only because I didn’t get her name.
Chapter 5
Elle
I woke up early feeling chilled as breath wafted around my face. It had lightened slightly outside, but the sun hadn’t really come out yet. Instead, the light that filtered into the windows from the cracks and crevices I hadn’t managed to seal up well enough was gray and soft. It was a little bleak, and for a moment I felt just awful.
I had to remind myself I wasn’t home, not at mine or my parents’. This little cabin had been a Godsend last night, but it took a second to remember that this morning. I felt cold, there was a stranger sleeping on the couch at my back, and the dying embers of the fire were very few. It had gone out sometime in the night and that explained my chills.
Shivering, I forced myself to crawl out from beneath the blanket that I had decided to share with my mysterious and sexy stranger. It was a warmth thing last night, because even with the fire, it wasn’t so warm in there that I didn’t want a blanket. I figured if we were both nestled beneath it, even if we weren’t cuddled—my face flushed at the thought of our bodies wrapped together in a tight embrace, pushed close to one another, legs entwined—together the warmth from our combined bodies would heat the air beneath the blanket and help us both out.
It had worked and was probably the reason I wasn’t colder than I was, but now I had to leave the comfort of it and try to bring the fire back to life. I couldn’t risk letting it get too cool in here, especially since I didn’t know what sort of condition my new and unconscious friend was in.
As I got up, the chill instantly worse, I shivered and hurried over to where the stack of wood was. I’d used what felt like a lot of the logs, but there were plenty more and I hoped I’d only have to use a few more for today. Just until I got my car started—something I was dreading. My car didn’t do great in cold weather, and if the circumstances last night had been different, I would have tried to wrap up the engine block or something to keep it warmer through the night. It was something I’d learned on one of those camping trips. If you wanted to keep a car starting the next morning, make sure it didn’t freeze the night before.
Unfortunately, we’d been so desperate for shelter and the snow had been so bad the night before that I hadn’t dared risk going back out into it.
Even if it doesn’t start, I’ll probably have some kind of service once the storm’s passed, I thought optimistically.
I grabbed several heavy chunks of wood, then several smaller ones. I stacked them into a neat house in the fireplace. Grabbing the poker off to the side, I poked beneath my makeshift house until I stirred up the embers enough that they were glowing brightly. Then I grabbed the lighter in my pocket and lit the bottom of the house. It caught quickly, and I was grateful to see it spark up and begin to consume the fuel.
For a few moments, I stared at it, watching to make sure it was going strong and wouldn’t go out anytime soon, blowing on it occasionally to help it along. When I was satisfied the room wouldn’t freeze and I wouldn’t lose my fire, I glanced back over at my sleeping companion.
He looked better, I instantly decided. His dark hair was dry now, the coloring a little lighter and tinged with an undercurrent of red that worked well with his rugged features. His eyes were still closed, but I pictured the bright green they were beneath, how they had entranced me the moment I’d looked into them.
His breaths were even, his muscular chest rising and falling rhythmically. It made me feel a little better to think he was going to be okay. At least I thought he was.
Earlier, when I’d been trying not to wake up and face the cold morning, I’d heard him groaning in his sleep. He muttered and mumbled as he had been all night and I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been dreaming about. Had he been having nightmares? Should I have woken him up? I wasn’t sure, but I hadn’t wanted
to stir him from sleep if I didn’t have to. Although his fever had broken sometime in the night, I knew rest was important for him to heal. And in the gray light of morning and the flickering firelight, I knew he definitely needed some healing.
He was bruised and bloodied up a bit, telling me he’d probably been in some kind of fight. It was likely the reason he’d been lying in that ditch covered in snow when I found him, though I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it had been some kind of car accident instead.
Regardless of the reason, he was injured and I had decided to pick him up, which made him my responsibility.
Tearing my eyes away from him, I reminded myself that I needed to check to see if my phone had any service yet. I got up and stretched a little, starting to warm up, though the room was chilly still. I dug into my jacket pocket in search of my phone. When I found it, I pulled it out and turned it on. I’d turned it off in an effort to save what little battery remained, but as it flickered to life I saw it had been a mostly useless endeavor. My battery was flashing at two percent, which meant I didn’t have much time at all. I checked the service—no bars.
