Naughty Nightly

by Sage Spelling

  “Well, I’d like to take you – right here.” Two fingers moved in and out of that forbidden place. Pleasure and pain all at once lapped through me, tugging at my sex and springing free to my toes and fingers all at once. His other finger teased my clit and God help me, I wanted so much more.

  “We can combine our fantasies.” I panted, so close to coming yet again.

  “You want me to tie you up and have anal sex, Maddie?”

  “Yes.” The words ripped from my chest and another orgasm slapped right into me. Battered and shuddering, I gripped the bed sheets.

  4

  Curling into Hannah’s cozy sofa, I clutched my wine glass, still daydreaming about the mystery dream man. My core instantly softened at the memory of that damn dream or dreams, actually. Twice in one night. Those dreams had rocked me hard. They were so real and I’d felt the aftermath of them when the dream ended. My body had ached from the sensation of being thoroughly worked and I smelled of Rami – spice, leather and sex lingered on my skin. My shirt and panties laid on the floor in my bedroom – in the same discarded way Rami had removed them. I awakened tattered and completely satisfied. And my lady parts – they felt like I’d had sex. How was that even possible?

  “Hello, earth to Maddie.” Aaron’s green eyes searched my face. His boy-next-door charming smile broadened when our eyes met.

  “Hum?”

  “When is your interview with the doctor?” Aaron searched my face.

  “Oh, tomorrow morning.” I’d forgotten all about my interview. The RN at Doctor Johnson’s office was going on maternity and he was interviewing for someone to take he place. Hopefully, I was that somebody. I needed a paycheck soon.

  “Why do you have that I’ve-been-shagged-properly look on your face?” He brushed his fingers lazily through his blond curly hair.

  “Have you ever had an erotic dream?” I couldn’t believe I was about to share my dreams about Rami, but I couldn’t help myself. It’d been all I could think about all day.

  “Hell yes, why?” He tilted his head in question.

  “Because I had not one, but two of the most earth-shattering erotic dreams ever.”

  My face flushed hot and Aaron’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. “You dirty girl.” He clapped his hands gleefully. “Bobby, Hannah, leave the dishes and come here, Maddie is going to tell us about her dirty dreams.”

  “What?” Hannah popped her head out from the kitchen.

  My cheeks burned hot enough to fry eggs on them. “It’s nothing,” I insisted but Aaron just ignored me.

  “Bring the wine bottle and get over here.” Bobby and Hannah each took a seat and clutched their wine glasses. Wrapping the throw pillow close to my chest, I shared the intimate details of the first dream in the water and then in the canopy bed in the middle of the red sandy beach.

  “You are a dirty girl.” Bobby was completely opposite to Aaron’s blond hair and green eyes with his salon tinted blue-black hair and eyes dark as coal.

  “It just felt so real and my visceral reaction afterward . . . I felt sated. Is that how erotic dreams are?”

  “I’ve had a few naughty ones, normally I wake up Aaron afterward, because I don’t finish in them,” Bobby said.

  “I love when you do,” Aaron winked.

  “I just had a really dirty one last night of the guy I lost my virginity to.” Hannah sipped her wine. “Which was weird and so much better than in real life, because I knew what I was doing this time around.” Her cheeks reddened.

  “So they’re normal?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it’s probably because you haven’t been laid in a while. How long has it been anyway, a century?” Bobby said.

  “Feels like it. I left my booty call when I moved to this God forsaken town.”

  “That explains it.”

  “You’ve been depriving your body of what it needs and it took matters into its own hands.” Aaron lifted his wine glass in a salute. “To Maddie and her nasty subconscious, may it be contagious.”

  After a round of cheers, we spent the rest of the evening watching the second season of Sex and the City. I’d always wanted to be sexually liberated like Samantha. There was something so forbidden and sinister about the blunt way she discussed her sexual encounters. It was awe-inspiring and I wanted to be like her, but that would mean opening myself to the chance of losing someone else. Of course it was that or suffer the consequences of loneliness for the rest of my existence.

  The unsettling realization burned in my stomach all night and when my head finally hit the pillow at night, I realized that my sandman was the only chance I was willing to take with my wary heart at the moment.

  Rami’s dark curls nestled in my lap as he fed me mountain apples he’d picked from the tall trees surrounding the waterfall. That’s what he said they were called. They smelled of rose, tasted of pears, but had a velvety white center that was oddly divine.

  “Favorite movie?” He popped another piece of mountain apple in his mouth and closed his eyes while he chewed.

  “Dirty Dancing.”

  He quirked a brow and flashed me his devious grin. “No corner for Baby.”

  The laugher that bubbled up inside me was light and something foreign. I’d laughed with Hannah and the boys this past year, but it was always wrapped in the mask of grief. Right now my heart seemed light as a feather and filled with joy. A part of me knew that something wasn’t right with these dreams – they picked up where the last dream ended and Rami was a fully formed person, not only with likes and dislikes, but with an entire language I wasn’t familiar with at all.

  “What so funny?” He pinned me with his green stare and I pushed the worry out of my mind.

  “It’s . . .” I snorted which caused me to laugh harder. My stomach squeezed and my eyes watered. “Nobody puts Baby in . . .” I finally spat between fits of laughter.

  “Oh . . . well, I only watched it once with my sister.”

  “Not your kind of movie?”

  “Nah, I’m more a Scarface and Godfather kind of guy.”

  “Figures . . . You have Scarface’s vocabulary.” I pinched the bridge of his perfect nose.

  “And I thought I was keeping it PG,” He winked.

  “First kiss?”

  “Noor Malik in the ninth grade, in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

  “Noor, huh? Was she pretty?” I teased.

  “Prettiest girl in school . . .” His finger teased the outline of my mouth. “Am I your first kiss?”

  I playful nibbled on his finger before sucking on the salty skin. “No.”

  He trailed the wet finger down my bare chest and circled my hardened nipple. “Who was the lucky fuck that had your first kiss?”

  “Adam Blake.”

  “Did Adam know what he was doing when he kissed you?” His greedy fingers slid down my abdomen sending signals to my aching center.

  “No . . .” I panted. His mouth covered mine. Licking. Tasting, teasing the corners of my lips. He explored me slowly, leisurely and thoroughly before pulling away and moving down my body.

  “I love first times . . .” He whispered.

  “You like all the angst of the unknown?”

  “No . . . the best part of the first time with a partner is exploring each other’s bodies. Learning.” His fingers teased the top of my sex and heat pooled between my legs. “Understanding what makes your partner feel good, what drives them crazy.” He drew small circles around my clit and my toes curled.

  “What makes them come?”

  “I think you’re on the right track.” I lifted my hips giving him more access to where I needed him the most.

  He laughed. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you like it when I do this?”

  He placed two fingers inside of me while the other kept the circular rhythm on my clit. He knew my body, what it craved, what it liked and how to make me weak and begging for release. Considering, he was a product of my imagination, I w
asn’t really surprised, but I hadn’t realized I knew myself that well.

  “Who does this pussy belong to, Maddie?”

  “You.” The firestorm he brewed inside me erupted and my orgasm tore through me.

  “Look at me.”

  His green stare burned deep inside my being – like he was forever etching this moment into my heart. And he had, dream or not. I would never forget the lust and adoration in his eyes for me. This memory would forever comfort me on the darkest of days.

  The air shifted and the fresh water scent of the house drifted to my nose – I knew I’d returned to my reality. The realization saddened and frightened me. My clothes were no longer on my body, my bare back pressed against the cold white sheets. I wanted to stay asleep and dream of Rami, but something in that thought scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t a mental health professional, but I knew enough to know that I shouldn’t want to live in my dreams.

  With a heavy heart, I looked for my panties and T-shirt and found them on the floor – discarded. The nightmares that haunted me for the better part of this year were replaced with amazing dreams of Rami and I should be thankful, but the bliss gluing the shattered pieces of my heart back together terrified me. Two days ago, I couldn’t find any reason to be happy, but in this very moment, my happiness and aspirations lie with a fictional man manifested from my deep desire for love.

  With a shake of my head, I tossed the clothes in the hamper, sickened by my own desperation. Today was my interview with Doctor Johnson. Real people worked and only slept to rest – not to live out fantasies. It was time to join the rest of the world.

  5

  The rain crashed against the windshield of my Jeep in a pounding rhythm. The glare of headlights from the car behind me blurred my vision and I could barely keep track of the taillights of my father’s car. I squinted. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. My father’s black Trailblazer drove through the intersection as the light flashed yellow, but I released the gas pedal and eased on the break. Even for my Jeep, the road was too slick to gun it.

  Lights flashed. I swerved. The car horns shrieked. Tires screeched. The car behind me weaved to the right. The sound of metal scrapping and glass shattering turned my blood cold. I held my breath and prepared for the impact that didn’t come.

  “Oh, no. No. No.” The noise wasn't coming from behind me. My heart sank. In the intersection, the Trailblazer was flipped upside down and a red Dodge Ram was nearly sitting on top of it.

  Mom. Dad. No. No. God, please no. I was out of the Jeep and running toward the collision. Rain poured over my face. I lost my footing and fell to my knees into a cold puddle. I wobbled, but was on my feet again and heading to the crash. My mother’s side of the vehicle was completely smashed. And my father’s side wasn’t visible. My mouth went dry. Oh God. He was under the Dodge Ram. I returned to my mother’s side of the car and fell to the ground. I peered at my mother’s arm through the broken window. Blood covered her from elbow to fingertips.

  “Mom. Mommy. Can you hear me?” I shook her wrist, but she didn’t stir. So much glass everywhere. My hand was now covered in blood. Her blood. Someone was pulling me away and my legs buckled. Strong arms circled my waist and lifted me up. My heart cracked open and bled in grief. Shouting. Lights flashed somewhere in the distance. There was someone screaming. God, that voice could splinter glass. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. The scream was gut wrenching.

  There was someone shaking me. Shouting my name over the screams.

  I jolted awake. The piercing screams followed me. Shit, they were coming from me. I clamped my lips shut and the raw sorrow ached deep in my chest. The nightmare hadn’t disappeared for long.

  “Maddie.” A soothing hand caressed my back.

  “Rami,” I gasped. I was still dreaming, but somehow the dream had changed. Gone was the nightmare, replaced by the man of my dreams.

  “Yeah, sweetheart, I got you.” He was kneeling over me and those glorious green eyes darkened with worry. I wasn’t crouched in front of the car with my hands streaked with my mother’s blood. The crashing tide of the ocean greeted me instead.

  A shuddering sob replaced my screams. I threw myself in his arms and knocked him off his feet. We tumbled into the wet sand, but his strong grip stayed around me. I clung to him, using him as my shield from the sorrow. A year’s worth of anguish poured out of me and it was like a freaking damn broke inside my chest. It was an ugly cry with hiccups, runny nose, and I’m pretty sure I even drooled on his chest. And Rami, God love him; he just held me and whispered soothing words in my ears. Stroking my hair, he rocked me to the beat of the ocean behind us.

  It seemed like an eternity passed as I sobbed in his arms. Warm fingers circled my back in a steady rhythm. His reassuring touch soothed the empty pit burning a hole in my chest. It was like he eased the sorrow with every stroke of his hand. Piece by piece the pain eased and the sorrow was safely locked away where it belonged. The grief seemed easier to bear, not gone, but the load was lightened. Shame for my behavior washed over me.

  “Sorry,” I whispered.

  Pulling away, I turned to the ocean and glued my stare on the sand. Taking the red grains between my fingertips, I sensed his gaze on me.

  “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

  “It was just a stupid nightmare.”

  “Wanna talk about it?”

  Keeping my back on him, I took off my T-shirt and the warm breeze delighted my hot skin. After I tossed the pink cotton over my head, I stood and stretched my back before sliding my panties over the curve of my hips and let them hit the sand.

  “I’d rather go for a swim.”

  Before I lost my nerve, I rushed into the ocean and the smooth, cool water enveloped me. Hues of reds, blues and oranges decorated the heavens and reflected against the vast body of water. The crashing tides and grainy sandy prickled between my toes. Peace and tranquility wrapped around me like a warm blanket as I stared out across the ocean. I could stay here forever. Here, I didn’t long for my family. I’d sensed them in the breeze that kissed my cheeks and I heard their laughter in the roaring waves. In the harmony of the quiet evening, I was home.

  I sensed him behind me and excitement trickled down my spine. His big and familiar body pressed against my back. I leaned into him and his hands circled my waist. “Look at me, Maddie.”

  I shifted in his arms and really looked at him for the first time since he woke me. He still wore that mask on one side of his face, but that one exposed brow was furrowed.

  “What was that dream about?”

  I took a jagged breath. The man was persistent. “It was about the night I witnessed the car crash that killed my parents.”

  “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” His grip tightened around my waist as the cool waves splashed around us.

  “I’ve had these nightmares for over a year. Always the same. Driving in the heavy rain. Hearing the crash happen before seeing the collision. Me running. Falling in the puddle. My hands covered in . . . blood.” My body trembled. But it wasn’t from the water temperature. The tremble was from inside me. The shaking started in my knees and my legs buckled.

  “I got you.” He pulled me against his body and I circled his waist with my legs. Letting him carry me as the waves splashed around us.

  “Have you talked to anyone about the nightmares?”

  “Only my friend, Hannah.”

  “How about someone professional?”

  “I thought they would go away, but they haven’t.”

  “You said that you don’t have siblings?”

  “No, I’m an only child and my last living relative, my Aunt Mary, passed away six months ago. That’s when the dreams got worse.”

  “So you’re all alone?”

  “I have friends, but yeah, sometimes it feels like that.”

  “Right now, you have me.”

  “But you’re only a figment of my imagination.”

  “I could say the same thing about y
ou.”

  “Then we have no reason not to shed all our inhibitions.” I traced his pecks with my fingers. The need to get lost in him and forget my sadness was overwhelming. The demand to bask in the joy he brought me overpowered the pain deep in my shattered heart.

  “Oh and does that mean you want to get tied up?”

  “Maybe.” I traced his lips with my tongue and he opened to taste my mouth. Licking his way into me.

  “But right now I need you deep inside of me.”

  His mouth covered mine in a burning kiss that matched my need. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his girth. With a groan he carried me to the shore and gently placed me on the red warm sand. He kneeled in front of me.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  My legs trembled and my knees fell open at his command.

  “Fucking gorgeous.”

  Heat thrashed at my core. With a hard-pressed kiss, he tasted me like a starved man. Licking. Sucking. Devouring. My body twisted and arched beneath his wicked mouth. He was beginning to know my triggers and the big O was so close already. His tongue lapped my clit while his fingers penetrated both my entries. I gasped from the sensory overload. Grasping at what I could reach of him, his hair – his ears – I swayed into his mouth. Freaking hell. How could something be so agonizing and feel so freaking amazing all at once? My orgasm rocked into me and shattered me to tiny pieces of pleasure, but he didn’t stop until I rode out the wave of my release.

  He flashed me that sexy satisfied grin of his and licked his lips. “Sweet and salt.” Then he straddled me and his thickness slid inside with the most incredible friction. We cried out together. His green eyes burned into mine behind his mask. There was something so magical in this act between us that it confirmed it was only possible to feel this type of connection in a dream. Cliché as freaking hell, but our souls recognized each other. In unison, our pleasures exploded and we came clutching each other.

  “Can it even be possible that it keeps getting better?” He panted.