I can feel my grin, but I squash it, and mutter, “Are you cold?”
He shakes his head. “No. Just… getting cozy.”
I keep my face aimed forward at the television, feeling him relax, leaning back and wedging his feet further beneath my legs. I’m sort of tense, and I’m not sure why, so I ignore it and focus on the movie.
But for some reason, I’m abnormally aware of Jesse while he sips his drink. It’s as if I can feel his buzz as he melts deeper into the couch.
Then it dawns on me that I might be getting a buzz on myself, which is why I’m feeling this way.
Who knows.
The movie continues, and we watch as we always do. Chuckling at certain parts we know so well. By the time the kid on the screen is getting his tongue stuck to the pole, I’m so relaxed I barely even notice that Jesse’s feet aren’t under my legs anymore. They’re resting on my lap.
He has his legs draped over mine. When did that happen?
We’ve never sat like this before, and for some reason, it’s keying me up once again. I’m not sure why. It’s not unusual for him to sprawl out and take up the whole couch. It’s kind of his thing. But his long legs stretched over my thighs seem to be the only things I can pay any attention to, for minutes on end.
I’m acting like I’m watching the movie, but really my eyes keep falling to his feet in those cartoon socks, toes visibly wiggling every now and then.
It’s good. He’s happy. He’s comfortable… That’s all I care about.
Not my own bizarre anxiety, which doesn’t make any sense.
The night wears on. The movie ends and starts up again, on a loop, because that’s another part of the tradition, for everyone apparently, not just us.
I’m lulled into an easy state, my hands resting on Jesse’s shins once the drink is long empty, cup down on the floor. After a while, my eyelids begin to flutter, sleepiness overtaking me.
The last thing I remember is glancing at Jesse, to find him out cold, head lolling off to the side, his chest rising and falling in content breaths of slumber.
A soft smile graces my lips, and I lean back, succumbing to the sleep that steals me.
Warmth.
All I can feel is warm, everywhere.
A heat I didn’t have before has settled over my skin, something like a dream burning me right up.
Tightness clutches, and it takes several generous moments for me to realize it’s spreading from my gut up to my chest.
Starting in my loins.
Foggy and lost in my subconscious, a fantastic sensation washes over me. Tingles sweep through my limbs, settling below my waist.
Sex.
That’s what it feels like. A sex dream.
Lying back, I give in to the pleasure, my cock firm and my balls aching. It feels so fucking good, there’s no way this is real. I haven’t had something this nice in a while.
My eyes aren’t open, and I’m certain I’m deep in my own peaceful dreamland, the familiar warm wetness sliding up and down my dick. It only takes me another moment of fizzling desire to recognize it as a mouth.
I’m getting head in my dream. Awesome.
The tongue cradles my erection, stiff and pumped full of blood, soft lips and saliva coating me, sucking and sucking, at such a leisurely pace, it’s almost as if it’s barely happening at all. The mouth is just holding my cock, taking its time, and it feels divine.
Leslie? I want to ask, because who else would have my dick in their mouth?
But that assumption doesn’t feel accurate. It feels… different. Unlike anything Leslie did to me in our two years together.
So it must be a mystery woman, then. Sucking me off in my dream like a good little slut, taking me all the way back until my head nudges her throat.
“So good…” I whimper, dazed and enraptured by a thick cloud of arousal.
My hips flick, gradually, with the movements of the mouth, feeding my length between the softest lips ever created. That’s how I know it’s not real. No one has lips this plush. Like pillows of silk, working up and down my dick so slowly, it’s driving me insane.
“You teasing me, baby…?” My sleepy words fall out on an exhale of calm breath, fingers twitching at my sides with the need to hold her face and guide her.
Suck me like a good girl…
Inching one hand upward, my fingers dance along a sharp jaw. But I don’t even notice.
Not until I reach hair. Smooth, silky strands fill my fingers. But it’s short.
It’s too short. There’s not much of it at all.
That’s weird. Do I know any girls with short hair like this…?
I’m distracted by my confusion when the tongue swirls around the crown of my cock, dragging a quiet moan from my throat. My hips shift, pushing between those luscious lips once more.
This feels so real. More real than any dream I’ve had before.
My mind finally awakens enough for my eyes to creep open.
And I freeze.
My heart stops cold from its steady thump.
Now I’m certain I’m dreaming. Because it looks like… Jesse.
Jesse with his eyes closed, lying on his stomach between my parted thighs. With my dick in his mouth.
This isn’t real. There’s no fucking way.
It’s a dream. It has to be.
More like an aching nightmare.
Chapter 6
Jesse
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The throb in my balls is what wakes me up.
They’re pumping so strong, it’s as if my heart is between my legs.
That and I think I’m drooling in my sleep. I can feel saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth, and my jaw is sore.
I must have been grinding my teeth.
But as I slip back into reality from wherever I was nestled in my subconscious, I find myself… sucking on something.
My first realization is that I must have been sleepwalking. I fell asleep on the couch next to James, watching the movie. I was curled up on my side, dozing.
But now I’m on my stomach, and without even noticing it until right now, my hips are grinding into the cushion.
I register my dick, stiff as a metal pole, trying to jam its way through my pants and into the fabric of the couch. My hips are doing its bidding, driving in slow thrusts as I hump and hump.
But the more I come to, the more I taste… salt. And skin.
That’s what wakes me fully the fuck up. The fact that I have something hard in my mouth, and I’m sucking on it, and it tastes suspiciously like a dick.
My eyelids flutter, and I glance up. Terror seizes my entire body.
James is lying before me, beneath me, sort of. His legs parted with me in between, pants unbuttoned and open. Dick out.
In my mouth.
His dick is in my mouth.
Holy fuck. Oh my God.
No no no… what am I doing?? How is this happening??
Panic sweeps through me fast, but I’m too frozen to move. I close my eyes and will myself back into the dream.
That’s gotta be it, right? I’m dreaming.
There’s no earthly way this is happening for real.
Opening my eyes a crack, I peek back up. And I catch the tail-end of James’s deep gray gaze, locked on mine. Before his lids slam shut.
Confusion ripples in my mind. Does he know what’s happening? Is he awake?