by Amity Cross
Dream Rob was turning me over, his hands on my waist, climbing higher and higher until he was cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He kissed me, soft at first, but as my body tingled with a building orgasm, it became deeper…possessive. I knew it was a dream, but my body took control and I was palming my clit, chasing the thing that I wanted him to give me. I could almost imagine what his cock would feel like, pushing inside my pussy, stroking me to orgasm. Fuck, it felt good, but dreams always were.
The dream, and my orgasm, faded into the next, but he was still in it and I was fine with that. Inside my mind was the only place I could really be free and I was greedy for it. When my eyes cracked open and I realized it was already morning, I didn’t want to wake up. Ever. I just wanted to stay in bed and dream away my sorry excuse for a life.
Rolling over, my face was mere inches from the man who'd saved my life and the man I'd had a dirty dream about. He looked so peaceful, the piercing gaze he always had was absent with his eyes closed, but it was more than that. Whatever bothered him in the daylight hours was gone.
Before I knew what I was doing, I reached up and ran my fingertips across the slight dusting of stubble along his jaw. It was enough to wake him up and I jerked back before he realized I was being creepy.
"Hey." His voice was all husky and sexy. "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah." I didn't have to sleep with a baseball bat, so there was that.
"Did you have any interesting dreams last night?" he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips.
I instantly started to turn red.
He began to laugh. "Lilly Hunter, did you have a sex dream?"
I buried my face in my hands because yes, I had a sex dream and I remembered the part where I stuck my hand between my legs and rubbed myself. That part mustn't have been in my subconscious and I was mortified beyond belief.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "Shit, if a woman orgasms in her sleep while she's in your arms, it's a fuckin' good thing."
"Oh my fucking god," I wailed, rolling out of bed.
"Wait." He was still laughing, but I closed myself in his fancy bathroom. Next he'd be asking who it was about and there was no way I was coming clean.
There was no lock on the door so I couldn’t stop him from coming in. He was naked apart from his boxers and…ugh. I wanted him to do me up against the wall. I wanted it, he wanted it, so why couldn’t I just let go and get it out of my system? Death and destruction, that’s why.
Rob pulled me into his arms and I breathed in his scent. One hundred percent pure male. I felt the urge rising to lick his nipple. I mean, it was right there.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s fucking cute.”
“Did you just call me cute?” I feigned disgust.
“It was just as exciting for me, so I guess we can call it even-stevens.”
“You’re such a dirty asshole.”
He started laughing, tightening his grip on me and I relished the feel of his almost naked body against mine. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts were pressed against his chest and it didn’t feel weird at all. I liked it. A fucking lot.
Before I knew what I was doing, I said exactly what I was feeling. "I like being here."
"At the hotel?"
"No." I circled my arms around his waist like I was living life on the edge. "Here."
His breath hitched so slightly I almost missed it. My heart began to swell and I wondered if in another life, I could just tilt my head up and kiss him. What would that kind of freedom feel like? Thrilling, I guess…or maybe I wouldn't know because I'd take it for granted.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I asked. “I’ve got some things to do today before my shift at the bar.”
“No problems. Whatever you need."
I untangled myself and smiled up at him.
“Let me take a piss first,” he said and I slapped him. “Ow!"
I ran for the door. “Ugh, let me out first."
Closing it behind me, I sank back against the wall, a stupid grin on my face. I was falling for Rob Hancock and twenty-four hours ago it would’ve sent me running in the opposite direction, but now? It was too late for sanity.
Rob
When you're woken up in the middle of the night by a woman orgasming in her sleep, what the fuck do you do?
If she was anyone else, I would've had a go. I would've rolled her over and kissed her awake and asked if she wanted me to do it for her…finger her pussy until she begged. But she was Lilly…and I didn't know what was stopping me, but it was there and I didn't know how to get around it.
I wanted her and I didn't fucking understand why.
I thought about everything from the day I found her in that alley to right now and I was too fucking dumb to know what it was. She made me feel calm. She listened. She made me feel like I mattered as a human being, not a musician. When I thought about women, she was all I saw. Was this how it started for West? Joe? Fuck, even Mick? I didn't want to have the 'I told you so' conversation, so there was no way in hell I was asking them. This one I was going alone.
I knew how to get women in my bed, but I didn’t know a damn thing about keeping them.
The studio was still frosty to arctic. It had been ever since I busted my drum kit and I was too stubborn to explain myself. I never invited Lilly back, I never spoke about her to the others, I hardly spoke at all. I was wasting away to a fuckin’ shadow and I didn’t know what to do about it. She was the only thing that kept my head above water.
I knew it was my fault. I just didn’t know how to open my stupid mouth and tell them about my past because they wouldn’t understand. They all came from rich middle-class families with stable home environments and even when shit got rough, they all still had everyone right there to pick them back up. I’d had nobody but a bunch of manipulative crooks. I couldn’t tell them that and I sure as fuck didn’t want to see the looks on their faces.
Without them, I had nobody, but now? Now, I had Lilly.
As per our routine, I waited for her out back of the Lightbox and we caught a cab back to the hotel. It was about two weeks or so since I met her and only five of those days we’d spent apart.
I held her hand in the cab and didn’t let go as we walked into the hotel and upstairs. To anyone that was looking it’d seem like we were together together, and that I was fucking desperate for it the way I pulled her into the elevator. I still couldn’t figure out that thing that was stopping us, but my raging lust for her was boiling to the point it was about to spill over. And who the fuck knew what was going to happen?
Lilly sat on the couch in her usual spot and I took the opposite side, kicking off my boots.
"I'm not spending too much time here, am I?" she asked, her shoulders sagging. "I mean, me being here is probably stopping you from scoring some hot chick."
"Hot chick?" I asked, trying not to laugh. I hadn't thought about going out and finding a bit of fun for a while. Not since that night. Not since her.
"Rob."
I shook my head.
"Because if I am, I can go home. You don't have to come meet me all the time."
"I want to." She was sitting there, all sexy with her tits trussed up, her eyes sparkling and shit...I knew I said I wasn’t going to try and kiss her again, but that was a big fat fib. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning forward, I cupped her face with a shaking hand and pressed my lips against hers before she could push me away. For a split second, I was terrified she was gunna slap me one, but she moved against me, her hands curling into my T-shirt.
Her lips parted in a sigh and I teased my tongue against hers in lazy strokes, relishing her taste. As the kiss deepened, she pressed forward, trying to angle her body against mine and I pushed her back onto the couch, pressing her legs apart. I didn't have many coherent thoughts to begin with, but there was no hope of having one now. She tasted fucking incredible and pressing into her lithe little body had my cock rock
hard.
Rolling my hips forward against her clit drew out a gasp that broke her lips from mine.
"Shit," she hissed, curling her fingers into my hair.
She didn't say stop, so I began kissing a trail down her neck, pushing the strap of her tank top from her shoulder, rolling my hips against hers. I was suddenly dying to suck on her perky fucking nipples if it got more of those sounds out of her. Cupping her tits through her clothes, I sunk my teeth over her nipple and bit down just hard enough so she could feel it.
"Rob," she gasped. "I thought you said-"
I rolled my hips against hers again, rubbing my cock against her clit. There was a couple of layers of clothing between us, and it did nothing but torture both of us.
"Can you feel that, Lilly?" I asked, capturing her gaze with mine, all of my self-control shot to hell. "Can you feel how hard I am?" She was breathing hard, her entire body saying that she wanted it bad…but exactly how bad, I wasn't sure. "If I slipped a finger between your sexy legs, how wet would you be?" Pressing my weight into her, I kissed her neck, teasing her skin with the tip of my tongue.
Her lips parted with a soft moan. "Dripping."
With a groan, I pressed my fingers into her clit and started to work the seam of her shorts against it. Her hips started to roll and she ground herself against my hand, her tits pressing against my chest. I never wanted to fuck a woman as bad as I wanted to fuck Lilly right then.
"You taste incredible," I whispered before I licked at her bottom lip.
Her hands buried into my hair and she covered my mouth with hers, sucking on my tongue and I knew a lot about kissing, but she was currently trumping me. She was a fucking natural. It was official, Lilly had the perfect mouth. End of story.
"Do you know how long I've been thinking about you?" I asked between kisses. "How long I've been thinking about kissing you...touching you…fucking you."
We were still fully clothed and it had never taken me this long to strip a woman before. Step one, yank of her bottoms. Step two, tear off her knickers and access granted. I was desperate to slide my cock into her, to hear her moan, but I felt myself holding back, savoring.
“Do you want it?” I asked, pulling my fingers away from her clit. “I won’t touch you, Lilly. Not if you don’t want me to."
Her hands curled into my T-shirt, pulling it up, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to say it.
I licked at the corner of her jaw. “Say it, Lilly.”
She pressed her tits into my chest. “I want it. I want you."
Reaching behind me, I yanked my T-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor and instantly her hands ran over my back, sending sparks everywhere. She was still too clothed for my liking and I peeled her tank top over her head, her purple hair fanning over the low arm of the couch. She was wearing this black lace bra that showed just a hint of her nipples and with a growl, I bit down, making her gasp.
Lilly arched into me, her hand fumbling behind her back, and a moment later her bra slackened as she flipped open the clasp. I tugged the annoying piece of material away, tossing it over my shoulder and lavished attention to her nipples one at a time, rolling my tongue around each one, sucking and biting until she began to whimper.
“Beautiful. Fucking. Tits,” I muttered, moving back up her body.
Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her toward the bed, her lips on mine, on my jaw, licking up my neck. There was no stopping this now, she was everything I ever wanted and maybe that should’ve scared me, the perpetual bachelor, but I didn’t give two shits. I wanted in her pussy and I was getting there, no matter what.
Setting Lilly on the edge of the bed, she fell backward, her tits spreading and I ran my hands over them, down her stomach to her shorts. Flipping open the button, I dragged them over her ass and down her sexy fuckin’ legs until all she wore was a tiny pair of black knickers. Fuck, my cock felt so tight on the inside of my jeans and I shoved them off and as they hit the ground, Lilly wrapped her legs around mine, tugging me to her.
Sitting upright, her hands found their way underneath my boxers, and clamped down on my ass the same time as she sucked on one of my nipples. Shit. Then her teeth bit into my skin and I groaned rubbing my hands over her tits. When my cock sprung free, she let out a little mewling sound that made me fuckin’ throb.
Pushing her back onto the bed, I made short work of her hot little knickers and spread her legs wide. Fuck. Me. My feet still firmly planted on the floor, I knelt down and tugged her to me, until her ass was on the edge of the mattress, and licked the length of her.
“Rob,” Lilly gasped, arching her back.
I circled her clit with my thumb, teasing her opening with my tongue, relishing her taste. It was just as I’d imagined. She was sweet as all fuck. I could eat her all day. Plunging my tongue inside her made her cry out and buck against my face and I stretched out an arm to hold her down. When she was ready, I slipped a finger inside as deep as I could go, circling, massaging her walls.
“Just as I imagined,” I groaned. “Fuckin’ tight. Beautiful. Pussy."
I slipped in a second finger and sat up on my heels, palming her clit, watching her kneed at her tits as I pleasured her. God, she was fucking perfect. I slipped in a third finger and increased the pace, fucking her greedy little pussy with my hand, amazed at how wet she was for me. She writhed and bucked and it was almost my undoing. I could just tear my hand away and thrust my cock deep, but she wasn’t a whore or a groupie, her pleasure was mine. I’d make her come, then we’d come together.
“Come for me,” I moaned, angling myself over her so I could grind my palm into her clit harder. “Come on my fingers, Lilly. Show me how you come.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
“Look at me, Lilly,” I commanded. “Look at me when you come. Show me.”
Her blue eyes found mine and I slapped my palm against her clit again and again as my fingers pumped into her. Her lips parted as her pussy began tightening and my cock throbbed. She was muttering something garbled, squeezing her tits and I’d never felt this fuckin’ powerful making a woman come before.
When her body began to slacken against my hand and settle back against the mattress, I slid my fingers from her. She whimpered, her gaze finding mine. Stunning. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, but closed again, her breath ragged.
Standing back, I pulled a condom out of my jeans pocket, surveying my handiwork. Sexy. As. Fuck.
She was circling her clit with her fingers, legs dangling over the edge of the mattress and I wanted her to be mine. More than this thing we had right now. More than tomorrow. More than next week. I wanted her to be mine and I wanted to be hers. I just fuckin’ knew it.
Curling an arm around Lilly’s waist, I lifted her back up the bed, climbing over her, my cock pressing into her stomach. Catching her in a kiss I slid my tongue against hers, claiming, devouring, letting her taste her arousal on my lips. Grinding the underside of my cock along her clit, I pulled my mouth from hers.
“I want you,” she gasped. “I want you to come in me.”
Teasing her neck with the tip of my tongue, I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, slipping just inside. “Fuck, Lilly. I’m dying to put my cock in you. Dying to feel your tight little pussy squeeze me."
Grasping her face, I made her look at me as I slid inside her, inch by inch. I watched the spark in her beautiful blue eyes as I claimed her with my cock and she watched the pleasure in mine as I took.
Swirling my hips, I buried deeper still, feeling her stretch to accommodate me.
“You like that?” I murmured, licking at her bottom lip. “You like me in you?”
“I wanted you in me since I went back to the studio…”
I slid slowly out of her, right to the tip. “All that time?”
She nodded slowly, her chest rising and falling in time with her heartbeat, which was off the charts.
“Did you touch yourself?" I ask
ed. “Did you think about me when you fingered yourself?”
She nodded again, biting her lower lip. I pushed back in and drew my cock out again, teasing her with want.
“I fuckin’ thought about you,” I panted, trying to hold back. I just wanted to let go and fuck her blind. “I thought about my cock in you, Lilly. I thought about you as I jacked off. Does that make you happy?”
“Yes."
I thrusted hard this time, our bodies slapping together and she cried out, clawing at my back.
“So fucking sweet…” I set up a rhythm, fast, then slow, pausing inside her, grinding against her clit and she begged. She begged me to make her come, to fuck her hard, to give her release and what Lilly wanted, Lilly got.
I loved to talk dirty when I fucked, but I had no energy left for it and I let go and pounded into Lilly’s sweet little pussy. She moaned beneath me, her skin beading with sweat, teeth biting at my shoulder…and the moment I felt her tighten around my cock as her orgasm swelled to the surface, my balls tightened. I slapped against her clit harder, faster as I came apart in her and her around me. I felt my release pouring out of my cock and it was fucking…I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but it was good.
When I finally stilled over her, her mouth found mine, her tongue lapping against mine in lazy strokes. It was the best after sex, still balls-deep, sticky kiss ever.
“Did that live up to you expectations?” Lilly asked, running her hands over my chest.
Peeling away strands of her purple hair from her sweaty forehead, I grinned. “Blew them out of the water.”
Sliding out of her, I didn’t want to leave, so I pulled off the condom, tied the end and dropped it on the floor like a dirty prick. Her hands were pulling at me and there was no way I was letting them off me for a second. Falling back into bed beside her, I sighed long and hard. Best fuck ever. She rolled over to face me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. Fuck, it felt good. She smelt like me, smelt like sex and I didn’t want it any other way.
