“Beautiful,” he chanted between kisses as he worked his way up her thigh, stopping to nip at her every few times. She would probably be left with marks, and she was oddly ecstatic about that.
As he reached the apex of her thigh, she grabbed onto his shoulders. She was almost undone by the kisses on her thighs; she could only imagine what his tongue could do to her pussy.
“Patience,” he teased as his mouth skipped past her pussy and up her hip, belly, and finally to her breast. He didn’t stop to worship them as she so desperately wanted him to. Instead he kept kissing upward as his hand removed her shirt, pulling it over her head. Three seconds later, her bra joined the rest of her clothes.
She reached forward and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. It was only fair. If she were going to give him a show, she wanted one in return. And what a sight it was. She had imagined his bare chest so many times in her dreams, and it was exactly as she had envisioned it. “Perfection,” she whispered in awe. She pushed his pants down and dropped to her knees. He may have been about taking his time and patience, but she wanted the goods now.
Before he even got his foot out of the second pant leg, she had her hand around his jutting cock and gave it a long lick before wrapping her lips around it. She had done this so many times in her dreams that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
He was muttering words of what sounded like praise, but she was so lost in his scent and taste that she blocked it all out. He was far too big for her to swallow completely, but she was going to give it her all. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue as she went down and sucking hard as she pulled up. Each time she was able to take a little more in, using her hand to make sure the base of his now throbbing cock didn’t feel neglected. When her other hand reached his balls, he grabbed her shoulders and stepped back.
She looked up at him, sure the hurt was evident on her face. “Sorry,” she whispered. In her dreams he encouraged her to do all the things she had just done, so she did them without thought. In real life, it must not be at all what he wanted.
He chuckled at her apology, pulling her up by the shoulders. “My goodness, Jolie, how could you apologize for that. It’s like you were made for me. But I was about to come down your throat, and that is not something you surprise a woman with.”
She went from savoring his cock, to hurt and rejected, to jealous she couldn’t swallow him down in thirty seconds. If they had met at a party, she would have questioned whether she had accidentally drank from the wrong drink. “Yes, please.”
He responded by a very brisk, yet powerful kiss. “My turn.” He walked toward her bed. “I need to taste you now.” He positioned her on the bed the way he wanted and at no point did she even contemplate arguing. If him being all demandy led to that tongue reaching her clit, she was all for it.
“Jolie, my beautiful Jolie, why oh why did we have to meet this way?” Before she could respond, his tongue swiped her pussy and all thought was lost. She was now only feeling. Feeling need, but more than that. She felt safe and like the most important person in the world to him in that moment. Maybe that is why Ashley bounced through men. Maybe she was in it for the high and not the lack of self-worth Jolie had assumed it was.
He was methodical in his attack on her pussy. Sweep, suck, nip. Sweep, suck, nip. She had never been into biting before, but with him ... she wanted him to bite harder. She could feel her body begin to tremble and knew she was going to come too soon. She wanted to savor every lick and every nibble. When his finger joined and rubbed her clit as he swept across her with his tongue, all was lost, and she began to come even harder than she had in her dreams.
“You are even more amazing when you come than I could have begun to believe.” He slowed his hand but began his amazing tongue work once again helping her ride out her orgasm. As she started to come down from her bliss, he worked his way up her body, stopping to pay her breasts the attention they were aching for.
As he moved up her neck, he asked, “Condom?”
Fuck, she knew they forgot something. “Umm, I don’t have any.” She had never had need for any. The only sex she had was with her trusty bullet, or in her dreams. Why oh why hadn’t she accepted the free ones at the floor social?
He rolled off of her, sighing as he did so. “Fuck. I don’t either.”
“Well, I guess that means I get what I had wanted after all.” Jolie crawled down the bed so she could better reach his still fully erect cock. She grabbed it with one hand and turned to look at him. “My turn. No pulling away.” She tried to sound confident and strong, but she was sure he heard the question in her voice. Part of her was slightly insecure that earlier had been about more than just not wanting to come too soon and that she possibly had done something wrong.
“Your turn, but only if you want to.”
She nodded.
“Seriously Jolie, I have been taking care of myself multiple times a day since we kissed on that bench.” He seemed to be choosing his words carefull,y and she appreciated that.
“Oh, I want to.” Her voice was husky and no one hearing her would deny her words. “Just let me know if I’m not doing what you want.”
He eyes deepened with lust. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
She responded by recreating everything she had done earlier, only this time with him on his back. She loved the power of a good blowjob. Well, this blowjob. She had never given one in real life before. The dream ones were pretty spectacular though. It didn’t take long before she felt him go still below her and his seed hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it whole and it hit her that would be the only time. She should have taken her time and enjoyed it.
She pulled off of him and gave his now softening cock one last lick. He was lying back with his eyes closed with the hugest smile she had ever seen, which looked to Jolie like she did it more than right. He extended his arm in invitation, and she snuggled up beside him. They barely fit on the twin bed, but she wasn’t about to say a thing. She was going to enjoy this moment.
The blissful silent was broken by the sound of both their cells. Crap, she forgot to call her mom back. His ringtone sounded more like an alarm than a call, and he bound from the bed to get it. He looked down at his phone, cussed, grabbed his clothes, and started to get dressed, while he ignored her phone. No way had she wanted to talk to her mother this moment. From the looks of things, he was leaving and she could call her mom in a bit.
She watched as he covered his body, saddened by what it signified. He surprised her when he came back and sat on the bed.
“Jolie, I need you to listen.” She nodded, knowing time was ticking. “I can’t be done with you. I just can’t, and I have no fucking clue what to do about that.” He rubbed his hand through his hair.
She wanted to comfort him, but had no idea why or what to say. She inched closer to him, and he pulled her into a hug.
“We can’t be together now, Jolie. We can’t.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Fuck you.” Comfort time was over. “It is one thing to say we can’t be together for whatever fucking reason. It is yet another to say you are embarrassed by me.” She pulled away and smacked him across the face. She felt like a movie diva, and it was wonderful.
“I am not an embarrassment, you asswipe. I am a strong, intelligent, and beautiful woman. If you can’t see past all of that then you can fuck off.” She could feel her face burning with anger. He looked like he was about to speak a few times, but each time he stopped.
Just then two things happened at once: his phone blared again and the door began to open with her buck-ass-naked on the bed.
Jolie grabbed the blanket trying to cover herself from Ashley and whomever she may or may not have brought back with her. She had no problem being naked with ... with ... Oh for all that is holy, she felt like such a slut. She still didn’t know his name.
He leaned in. “I have to go. It is an e
mergency. I‘m not embarrassed by you and one day you will be mine, but no one can know right now. Trust me. I will explain later,” he whispered so faintly she could barely hear it.
She met his eyes and saw honesty there. “Who are you?” she mouthed.
“I’m Jesse.” He kissed her cheek and ran out of the room barely mumbling, “Excuse me,” as he pushed past Ashley.
“Hey, wait,” Ashley called to him. “You said you were her stepbrother.”
Crap on a cracker. Jolie was screwed.
Cock Blocked by a Tree
“I’m mad at you.” Jolie could feel him in the room, but all was black. She was blindfolded ... again. “You ran out on me and then show back up in my bed.”
“No, Jolie,” he quipped. “Look more carefully; you are in my bed.”
“I can’t look, asshat.” She squirmed, but the bindings on her arms and legs were tight. Not painful, but she was most assuredly not moving anywhere. “You have me blindfolded.”
“No, Jolie, I don’t.” His rich laughter filled the room. Dream Jesse was a bigger jerk than real life Jesse.
“Jess, I am blindfolded.” She wanted it gone. She wanted to see him. It had been two days since he ran out of her room and Ashley called him her stepbrother. In this world she could pretend that never happened. Might as well have the fun while her subconscious let her.
“Yes, sweetling, you are. You came that way.”
Sweetling, that was new. She kind of liked it.
“I came this way?” Why were her dreams so strange, and why did hers not feel like dreams at all? “I guess that means you should have your wicked way with me as is. I must be a kinky one in my sleep time because if this were real I would much rather be licking every last inch of you.”
Jolie felt the bed sink beside her. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
“Umm, my dream. I can pretty much do what I want.” She tried to move again. No luck. She had to touch him and now.
“No, you can’t.” He leaned into her neck with his bearded scruff. He hadn’t shaved since she’d seen him in real life. “If you do, I’m going to untie you and make love to you all night long, and that’s not what you came here for.”
Bull shit it wasn’t. “I’m pretty darn sure that’s exactly what I came here for.” She tried to lean into his face with little success. “It’s why I keep coming back.”
While she was awake, she scolded herself for repeatedly having these wet dreams. For all she knew, he really was her stepbrother. Her mom was already gone before she called her back. Since her mom was in the dark ages and cell-phoneless that meant Jolie only got a message on her voice mail with the new address and a promise to call her soon, no way to call her back. Soon had not yet happened.
“No you don’t.” He nipped her earlobe, and she felt herself get even wetter. “You come here to fuck me. Not to make love. That is for later, when it is real. When you can be mine forever.”
He had her there. It was one thing being all wild and kinky in her dreams, but when she really was with a man for the first time, she needed it to be special. She was actually relieved after he left when she thought about the condom fiasco. What if she had given him her V-card and then he ran off? She would have been crushed. It was bad enough she’d decided to have oral sex with someone whose name she didn’t know.
“Fine. You’re right, but I want to see you. Can I see you?” She felt him push the blindfold up.
She opened her eyes slowly. It wasn’t bright, like she had expected, but it still took a moment for her eyes to adjust. “Thanks.”
He leaned in and gave her a brief kiss that she felt to her toes. “You want the rest off too?”
“Well, that is the million dollar question, isn’t it?” She winked at him. “What do you want to do?”
“Oh, you have no idea the things I have planned for you.” His breath was getting heavy, and she wished he was naked instead of sitting on his bed with tented boxers on. “If you were really here, I would uncuff you ... yes, I would start there.”
“And then what?”
“Then I would see how fast I could make you come using only my tongue.” He leaned down and pulled her nipple into his mouth, nipped it, and then looked back toward her.
“Tease.” What she wanted to say was “Don’t ever stop,” but her curiosity was strong. “And after I came in about thirty seconds flat, what would you do to me?”
“Thirty seconds, huh? Is that a challenge or a compliment?”
He was amused by her playfulness, and she wished they could be like this in real life. The sexual tension was so overpowering in real life that she couldn't focus on anything else.
“Actually, it was more of a memory.” She raised her eyebrows in an attempt at funny, but his eyes showed only heat. Might as well foster that. “I remember the first time your tongue hit my pussy. I was already so wet, and I still had the taste of you in my mouth. I almost came on the spot.”
He growled and she was all about making him do that. She was not sure why she added the growling to her to her dreams. Probably too many darn books about alpha men, especially the kind who turned furry. She did like her shifters.
In the distance she heard the phone ringing, and she turned her head. “Is that my phone?” Why the heck would she bring her phone to her dream?
“No, sweetling, ignore it.” He leaned to her other nipple and popped it his mouth, effectively distracting her from all things. “Continue.”
“What?” She was so lost in sensation she hadn’t any idea what she should be answering.
“You almost came on the spot and then ...”
He popped her nipple back in and she tried to think of where she left off, but she couldn’t. She could only think about his mouth on her breasts. Her nipple in his mouth. His teeth as he nipped her nipple and went to the other side. “Umm, I have no idea. Just don’t stop that.”
He didn’t stop. He went back and forth between her two breasts and when his hand migrated down and reached her clit, he barely brushed it and she came undone.
She was shaking much more than any orgasm he had ever given her in real life or in a previous dream, and the shaking became less pleasurable and more disruptive. “What is going on?”
“What is going on, Jolie—” It was Ashley. Her dream of awesome, over. “—is that it is three in the morning and your phone is blowing up. Either turn it off or answer the stupid thing before I hurl it out the window.”
“Oh, sorry. I must have been sleeping heavily.” So the phone in her dream was her phone. Darn reality for rearing its ugly head and ruining a perfectly good orgasm. It felt so real that even her panties were sticky. “I’ll see who is calling. Wait, did you say three?”
Her roommate nodded and climbed back in her bed. Panic and dread began to set in. No one calls at three AM unless someone is dead or at the hospital.
Jolie snagged phone and looked down at the number. She didn’t recognize it, dread seeped into her stomach as she answered it.
“Hello?”
“The oak will fall and the wolves will rise.” It sounded almost like an automated recording, save the intake of breath at the end.
“Who is this? It is three AM, you know.” She went from worried to mad in one sentence. She had feared her mom had been in an accident or something equally horrible. The last thing she expected was a prank call.
“The oak will fall and the wolves will rise. The oak will fall and the wolves will rise. The oak will fall and the wolves will rise.”
She’d had enough. She disconnected the phone and turned it off. No way was she going to waste her precious sleep with that nonsense.
“Who was the asshole calling?” Ashley was still mad, and Jolie could hardly blame her.
“No clue, some asshat repeating nonsense over and over again. Probably a drunk. I turned it off, so we should be call free until morning.
“Good,” her roomie mumbled before Jolie heard a soft snore.
Jolie closed her ey
es and tried to force sleep to come. She hoped beyond hope that she could get back to her dream of awesome.
Three hours later she gave up, deciding to put in a few hours of biology study time before heading to her new home with potentially a new stepbrother who she had already both given and received an orgasm from. Yep, she was about to have your everyday freshman’s last day of finals.
Unwelcome Home
Thank goodness her easiest final was last because her brain was super fuzzy from her lack of sleep. If she ever found the butt who called her, she was going to kick him in the balls. She tried to look up the number, but it had been spoofed somehow. The number was “from” a children’s store in Texas that had closed down a month beforehand. She tried to call it back and got the disconnect message. The spoofing of the number had her a bit more concerned than she was before. Random drunk prank was one thing. This was a little more premeditated. She was not a huge one for her phone and kept mostly to herself, so she figured she would change her number when the opportunity arose.
Jolie grabbed two ginormous coffees on her way out of town. Falling asleep at the wheel was not on her agenda for the day, and since dorms were closing, home was her only option. Well, new home, anyway. Thankfully, it was of equal distance from campus as her old apartment. They were two hours from each other, but both three hours from campus. If all went well, she could be in a bed by dinner time.
The drive, however, was very different. Instead of traveling highways and going toward civilization, she seemed to be getting further and further away from it. She liked the increase of trees, broken up by farmland, but wasn’t so keen on the winding roads and lack of places to stretch out or get gas. Her stomach had been growling for miles, but unless she knocked on a random farmhouse door asking for a sandwich, she would have to wait. Next time she was going to be prepared. Thanks goodness she didn’t have to pee.
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