Chapter 4
Sex dream – the perfect excuse Jett’s been waiting for
Jett
I inhale as I slowly wake. The smell of jasmine fills my lungs. I love the smell of flowers. The first flowers I ever received were backstage at a concert. Since then, the smell reminds me of the band’s success and how all the shit in the past was worth it to get where I am now.
I snuggle into my pillow. The pillow is soft and warm. Hold on. My pillows aren’t soft and warm.
I force my eyes open and am met with a bundle of curly blonde hair. Huh? I don’t remember taking a woman to bed. And I certainly don’t remember letting her stay in my bed. I don’t sleep with women. I have sex with them.
There’s only one woman I want to sleep with. One woman I will never allow myself to sleep with. I inhale a deep breath and the scent of jasmine surrounds me.
Aurora.
Aurora always smells like jasmines. It’s probably one of the reasons I’m obsessed with the scent.
But why is she lying in my arms? How did I end up in her bed?
Memories of falling off my surfboard surface. Ah yes. Now I remember. I was released from the hospital, but Aurora didn’t want me at my house or some fancy hotel. She wanted me to have peace and quiet.
So, she brought me to her house to take care of me. Pain slices through my chest. No one’s ever taken care of me before. I’ve always taken care of myself. I’ve never had anyone I could rely on.
I can’t get used to it. I can’t depend on anyone. Not when they’ll get tired of me and my hijinks in a few months and get rid of me.
I debate rolling away and walking out the door but Aurora squirms against me and my cock takes notice. It always notices when she’s around. How she hasn’t seen I’m hard whenever she’s in my presence is a miracle.
I tighten my arms around her and enjoy the feeling of her soft, warm curves in my arms. If this is the one and only chance I get to have her in my arms I’m going to enjoy it.
“Jett,” she murmurs.
“What?” I ask.
“Jett,” she sighs and rubs her legs together.
I tuck her hair away from her face. Her eyes are closed and she’s writhing against me. Is little Aurora having a sex dream about me?
I should probably wake her up. I should probably get out of this bed.
She throws her leg over my hip and draws me near until my cock is pressed against her core. My cock – already hard from being in bed with the object of its desire – presses against my jeans. No way in hell I’m walking away now.
But I’m not having sex with a woman who’s asleep. I kiss her eyelid.
“Aurora. Wake up.”
“Mmmm,” she mumbles as she rubs herself against my cock.
I grit my teeth before I roll her onto her back and bury myself in her. I’m not fucking her when she’s not aware of what’s happening.
“Aurora, you need to wake up, feisty girl.”
“Don’t wanna. Having the best dream.”
“Wake up and I’ll make your dreams come true.”
Her eyes flip open and she stares at me. “I thought I was dreaming.”
“No need to dream, feisty girl. I can make your dreams a reality.”
I expect her to snort or push me away the way she usually does when I’m an arrogant ass to her. But she doesn’t. She bites her bottom lip and studies me from beneath her lashes.
Holy shit. Does Aurora want me the way I’ve always wanted her?
My cock pulses against my zipper. It’s on board with this development. I decide to try my luck.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and trail a finger down her neck. “This doesn’t have to change anything.”
“You won’t hate me in the morning?”
“I could never hate you.”
She opens her mouth – probably to argue with me – my feisty girl does love to argue. But she slams it shut again and nods.
“Okay?” I ask.
She nods again.
I palm her neck and draw her near. “I need to hear the words, Aurora.”
“What words?”
I grin. Only my feisty girl could make me grin while we’re in bed and my cock is about to explode.
“I’ll settle for ‘Oh Jett, I can’t resist you any longer’. Or how about ‘Ravish me, Jett. I’m yours for the taking’?”
She snorts. “Ravish me?”
I tweak her nose. “I will make you come so hard you forget to breathe.”
Her breath catches. “Promise?”
“All you have to do is say yes.”
“Yes,” she sighs. “A million times yes.”
I pause. I didn’t expect her to say yes. I was teasing. My cock presses against my jeans. It’s not teasing. It wants to be buried deep in my feisty girl’s body.
“This changes nothing between us,” I say but don’t give her a chance to answer before I slam my mouth down on hers.
She tastes of flowers and the forbidden. I’ve always been a sucker for the forbidden. I nip her bottom lip. “Let me in.”
She opens up and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I don’t get a chance to explore before her tongue is pressing against mine. Dueling with mine for supremacy. I should have known my feisty girl wouldn’t be a silent participant in bed.
I growl before I wrap an arm around her waist and haul her to me. Her breasts press against my chest. Not good enough. I want to feel her naked skin. I want to explore every curve she has. This is my one and only chance, and I’m not wasting it.
I roll her over until I’m looming above her and wrench my mouth from hers. Her pink lips are swollen from my kiss. I want to see those lips stretched around my cock while I plunge into her mouth. But first.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I kneel and grasp the hem of her t-shirt. She lifts her arms with a sultry smile and I don’t hesitate to accept her invitation. I whip the fabric off of her leaving her in a white bra. The bra strains to contain her breasts. It’s a losing battle.
I drag the cups down and her breasts pop out.
“Pretty,” I murmur as I trace her nipple with my finger. It immediately pebbles and hardens. “And responsive.”
She wraps her legs around my hips. “Are you going to stare at my chest all day or are you going to ravish me?”
I respond by kneading and pinching her breasts until she’s writhing beneath me. She arches her back and shoves her chest into my hands. I got you, feisty girl.
I snake my hand down her chest to her pants. I unsnap them and drag the zipper down exposing her plain white panties. I’m used to women wearing all kinds of sexy lingerie for me but it’s not the packaging I’m concerned with. It’s what’s inside I want to discover and explore.
“Are you wet for me?”
Aurora bats her eyelashes at me. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Feisty. I love it.
I shove her pants down her legs leaving her in her white panties and bra. Such a pretty image. I debate grabbing my phone to snap a picture, but I don’t want to give Aurora the chance to change her mind.
“What are you waiting for?” Aurora says and widens her legs.
I can see the wet spot on her panties and groan. “No idea,” I mutter before ripping her panties away.
I plunge two fingers in her and moan at how hot and wet she is. She groans as she begins to ride my fingers.
“There you go, feisty girl. Take what you need.”
Her head snaps forward and she meets my gaze. “What I need is you.”
I continue pumping in and out of her. “You have me.”
“Not your fingers.”
I smirk. “You want my cock, feisty girl?”
“You did promise.”
“I don’t need to use my cock to make you come.” I press the palm of my hand against her clit and her mouth gapes open as her eyes widen. “You’ll come on my hand first. Then, on my cock. Maybe later in my mouth.”
Her walls tighten around my fingers. Someone enjoys dirty talk. Good to know since I’m a dirty talker.
“Your pussy feels warm and wet against my fingers. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside it.”
Her walls convulse around me. “I’m... I’m…”
“Come for me, feisty girl. Come all over my hand and I’ll give you my cock.”
Her hands fist the sheets as she moans, “Yes.”
I watch her face as pleasure hits her. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I put that look there. Satisfaction fills me.
When her climax wanes, I pull my fingers from her pussy. “Look at me, feisty girl.”
Her eyes snap open and I stick my fingers in my mouth. She tastes spicy and forbidden. Two tastes I’m addicted to. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy. To put my tongue in you and feel how hot you are for me.”
Her eyes flare. “What are you waiting for?”
I place a hand over my cock. “I thought you wanted my cock first.”
She licks her lips. “I do.”
“Unless you can’t handle any more.”
Her eyes sparkle. “I can handle more. And I need the chance to trace all of your tattoos with my tongue.”
Damn. This woman is my equal in bed. Too bad this is the only chance we’ll ever have to be together.
I shove those thoughts away. I’ve got better things to think about now.