17. Tim
17
TIM
WHERE DO DREAMS END AND REALITY BEGINS?
P leasure ripples along my skin and down into my soul. But this isn’t the first time I’ve dreamed of Aubree Emeri while she’s slept right beside me, so I hold on to my drowsiness and groan as the steely pain in my cock becomes almost too much.
Almost. But never too much.
Her lips move over my flesh, confident nips of her teeth and feverish laves of her tongue. She teases my nipple and pants when I jump. But I’m careful not to race toward consciousness. I know, when I do, this ends, and life goes back to the way it is.
Dull. Painful. And without her being mine.
I drag my lip between my teeth and bite down until the pain is enough to keep the groan inside my chest, but I can’t stop the way my hand snakes south beneath the blankets. I can’t help but dig my hand into my shorts and wrap my palm around my cock.
Because this is how I cope every single day.
“Are you awake?” I can almost feel her breath in my ear. If I tried hard enough, I could almost pretend she’s really with me. Touching. Kissing. Marching me toward insanity. “Tim?”
I grin in my sleep and allow her to enter. Instead of touching my cock all alone, I welcome her into my dream until she crawls into bed beside me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I turn and bury my face against the warm skin of her neck. Where sweat almost beads and her pulse thunders out of control. “So fucking perfect.”
“You can touch me.” She reaches down with a shaking hand, her fingers hesitant and trembling, but she wraps them around my wrist and steals the touch from my cock. Which is new. My dreams usually involve her wrapping her lips around it instead.
Dragging my hand across, she splays my palm on her belly, then nudges it down until her lace underwear forms in my mind.
Darkness surrounds me, even in my dream world, but I still see her. I could summon her face, no matter where I am. No matter how dark, or how long since I last saw her in real life. I could draw her from memory, and place every single freckle that smatters her nose. Because I’ve counted them a million times over the years.
She covers them with makeup when we’re at weddings—two in a single week—but the rest of the time, when the world is normal and she’s sitting at my bar, eating fries and sipping soda, she leaves them alone for me to study.
“Tim?”
“Yeah.” I slide my hand into her panties and find her soaked and throbbing. Waiting. Desperate for touch and, because this is a dream, I get to do whatever the fuck I want and not worry about the consequences. So I dig two fingers into her fiery core and swallow down her cry of surprise. I bury my digits to the knuckles and slam my lips over hers, my tongue dueling for dominance. “You’re so much fucking tighter than I remember.” I drag her lip between my teeth and slide my fingers in. Deep, until I can’t go deeper. And rough, though she deserves gentle. “Fuck, Aubree.”
Her body turns taut, but her breath races out to bathe my cheek. “It’s dark,” she whispers. “And we’re in this fantasy world where nothing else matters. What do you want to do to me?”
“Taste you.” I toss our blankets aside, thankful for the crackling fireplace across the room, then I crawl between her legs and peel her underwear down. Threads snap and Aubree cries out. But this is a dream, and fuck, but my dreams are my favorite place to be.
I drag the fabric along her legs and over her feet, then I toss them. Gone, into the ether of my dreamscape. But it doesn’t matter, because my nirvana awaits. I lie on my stomach and press my hands to the backs of her thighs, then I fold her legs up and reveal all of her to me. Her sweet pussy, glistening in the firelight, and her puckered asshole, throbbing with want.
With need.
With welcome.
“Fuck, Aubree… ”
“Taste me,” she cries out, dropping a hand to the back of my head and tangling her fingers in my hair. Tightening her hold, she makes her grip painful. Controlling. But then she brings me closer, and fuck, but her dominance is a thrill that makes my cock harder. “Please.”
“Yeah.” I slide my tongue along her fiery slit and collect everything she gifts me. Holding her down when her pleasure would have her springing off the mattress instead. “So fucking sweet.”
“Oh god!” Her legs tense, her knees attempting to squeeze together and lock me out. But I hold her open and force her to stay where she is. “Tim.”
“Say my name.” I drop my tongue to her puckered asshole and eat until she screams. “Not Timothy,” I growl. “Not Malone. Just Tim. Say it over and over so you know who you’re here with.”
Yeah. Dream-me is an egotistical bastard. So?
“Tim,” she sobs, exploding on my mouth and gushing until it sprays onto the sheets. “God.”
I bite her clit and thrill in her release. “My name is Tim. And fuck, you’re soaked.” I slip a finger into her ass and growl when she attempts to scramble away. But then I set her legs over my shoulders and slam two fingers into her pussy until I feel the thin wall between both, and my fingers meeting the same rhythm. “That’s two holes, Emeri. I should put my cock in your mouth and make it three.”
“Jesus.” She gushes against my lips, weak and worn out. But she sure as shit keeps her hand in my hair and her nails dug into my scalp. “The logistics of that are…” She gulps. “And our first time…”
“Not our first time.” I suckle her clit and groan when she shatters. “We’ve done this a million times already. These are my dreams, and I’ve fucked you every way that’s possible.”
“Dreams?” She stills. Then yanks my hair, breaking my connection with her pussy and forcing my eyes up. Daylight slowly, torturously attempts to break above the horizon outside our windows, so I see her better now. Her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. Her frenzied eyes and plump lips, thick from the abuse of her teeth. Then she grins and shoves me down again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m awake.”
My heart spasms with panic.
“You told me to tell you what I want.” So she pulls me closer to her pussy and whimpers when I start my movements again. Faster. Rougher. Though fuck, I should be gentle. “I like what you’re doing.”
“Yeah?” I push up to my knees, dropping her legs off my shoulders, and slam my fingers into her. Both holes, because she likes it. Even if she can’t say ‘ I like when you eat my ass ’ out loud. Then I lean across and use my teeth to drag her shirt up. I expose her belly, and then her tits. Because I want her more than I want to breathe. More than I worry about the consequences. Releasing her shirt, I dive over her breast and take her nipple between my lips until she cries out. And because she’s wound so tight, she bursts again, squirting into my hands and soaking the bed.
The mattress will need to be replaced. The sheets, tossed. My pants will probably have to be dry cleaned. And hell, none of that matters anyway, because she squirms beneath me. I tug her shirt up with one hand and tangle her up at the chin. But she digs her nails into my hair and assures me she’s here.
Participating, just like I said she must.
“Fuck.” She bucks at the hips, writhing under my touch. Her pussy is so fucking close, I could take her now and she wouldn’t say no. But I focus on her pleasure and not mine. I elongate her nipple and bite down until she cries, and because she’s wet and needy, I swap my finger for my thumb. Thicker. Heavier. And just a fraction of what she’ll take when I fuck her asshole.
“Such a needy girl.” I swap breasts and suckle on her nipple. If she was lactating, I’d drink from her. If she let me, I’d sleep with her tit in my mouth every single fucking night for the rest of my life. “Such a good girl.”
“Come here.” She latches onto my lips, frenzied and delicious. Frantic, then surprised when she tastes herself on my tongue. I’m not sure she was prepared, so she slows her kiss and samples this new flavor. Nibbling on my lips and tasting. Testing. Then gasping when I drag my fingers from her pussy and leave her empty and wanting.
“You want me to fuck you yet, Aubree Grace?” I slip my fingers in again, three this time, and rough. I force her to meet me on my level. Because I don’t know how to be gentle, and I need to know what she can take.
Where are her boundaries, and when can I test them?
“Ask me.” I bite her chin and thrill at her pained gasp. “You need to say the words out loud. I would die tomorrow if I thought I took something not willingly given.”
“I want you to fuck me.” She wraps her arms around my neck and forces me to abandon her pussy. “I was kidding about the condom, by the way.”
I pull back with a snap, stunned as I search her eyes. Because not once in my entire life have I considered being with a woman without protection. Even my first time. Even the times I didn’t particularly want it. I search her ocean blue stare and frown. “No condom? ”
“If you don’t want.” She writhes beneath my weight. “I’m protected. And I know you won’t ever do anything to hurt me. So if you don’t want to?—”
“Fuck no.” I unbutton my pants and push the zipper down. Then I kick the fabric off with embarrassing speed. Like I’m new again, and begging to have this experience. “Being with you, bareback?” I push my shorts down and take her nipple between my lips again until she cries out. Surprising her, and forcing her mind onto something other than overthinking and worry. “I thought this was a dream at first.” I wrap my palm around my cock and almost undo myself. Because I’ve wanted this for as long as I remember. I’ve needed this for as long as I’ve known her. “Fuck, Aubree.”
“Go slow.” Her voice trembles with fear, drawing my sliding hand to a sharp stop and my eyes up to hers. “Just until we get a feel for each other.”
I drop to my back and grab her hips, bringing her up to sit on mine. The rising sun hits her face, like a fucking spotlight dancing over her perfect skin. Her pupils narrow to pinpoints, but the blue of her eyes practically moves like the ocean.
She’s nervous, but she’s here.
She’s terrified, but she’s choosing this.
I swallow and nod, massaging her thighs and dragging my thumbs dangerously close to her core. “Climb on when you want, then you take things at your speed.” I curl my palm around the back of her neck, dragging her in until our lips feather together. “If you want to stop, stop. This is your show, I’m just the desperate motherfucker bending at the knee and hoping for a minute of your time.”
“You’re a romantic.” She kisses my chin and reaches between her legs to fist my cock. She doesn’t squeeze, but she stretches her digits and measures, even if she thinks she’s subtle about it. Her cheeks blaze hot, because I know she’s doing math—the same math I did with my fingers. “This is going to hurt.”
“Not if you go slow. The right prep means it’ll feel good.” I turn again, gently dropping her to her back, then I crawl between her legs and go back to where we started. I slide my tongue along her slit, gratified when she trembles under my tongue. “See? You’re so fucking responsive.” I slip a finger in and push all the way to the knuckle, then I pull it out and add another. “It’s about preparation. If you’re in the moment and enjoying yourself, then your body will stretch and take me. But if you’re tense and scared, you won’t.”
“God.” She drapes her arm over her eyes and hums, rolling her hips with each movement of my hand. “Tim. ”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I add a third and stop myself from grabbing my cock. From pulling it and coming on her belly. “I could work my way up to a whole fist, and you’d take it like a good girl.”
She drops her arm and stares into my eyes. “Your fist?”
“I could make you any size I needed. Because you were made for my touch.” I lean over and take her nipple between my teeth, suckling while she creams onto my hand. While she foams and squirms. “I could make you scream loud enough for the whole city to hear, and you’ll thank me at the end.”
She slams her eyes closed and arches her head back, straining her neck.
“I’m gonna stretch you out a little. But it’s gonna be okay. I promise.”
“I trust you.” She widens her legs, lifting her hips in search of more. “I know you’re telling the truth.”
“Yeah.” I settle back on my haunches and take my dick in my hand, finally, and swallow down on the growl that wants to roll along my throat. Then I study Aubree’s sweet, soaked pussy and know she’ll take me. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” I set the head of my cock at her opening and bite down on my gasp when I find her fiery heat.
Stifling and welcoming.
“So fucking hot.” I grab her thighs and drag her down the bed until the backs of her legs rest on mine. Then I reposition my steely length and carefully, slowly nudge the head through her folds. “Tell me when to stop,” I groan, rocking forward and wanting, so fucking desperately, to slam inside and claim her for myself.
“Shit.” She cries out, her legs tensing.
So I drop my thumb to her clit and circle. “Being tense will make it hurt. You’re my good girl, Aubree Grace.” I rock forward a little more. “Such a good little slut. You were made for me.”
She pants with pleasure, not with pain. So I slide forward and claim another inch. “You can take three fingers, Aubree Grace. That’s more than you’re taking right now. So let me in.”
“Oh god!” She twists her hips and searches for more. “Tim.”
“Take all of me.” I pull back to collect a little lubrication, then I charge forward again and hold my breath or risk making a fool of myself. It’s been too long. Too stressful. Too fucking tempting for too long, watching the blonde-haired, blue-eyed siren taunting me from the other side of the bar. So close, and yet, out of reach. “Another inch.” I pinch her nipple between my fingers and moan when she loosens around my cock. She likes it when I hurt her. And she likes it when I call her a good little slut. She’s as fucked up as I am, and that’s the greatest gift I could have ever hoped for. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Tim…”
“Keep saying my name.” I steal another inch and rock backwards to allow her room to adjust. “I’m yours.” Another inch. “And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” She fists the sheets and cries out. “Shit.”
“Hey.” I grab her face, too rough to be mistaken for gentle hands, and drag her down until her eyes meet mine. Then I slip my fingers into her mouth and make her taste herself. “Pay attention to me. Choke on my fingers like a good girl.” I slip them along her tongue and tease the back of her throat till she gags. But fuck, she loosens her iron grip on my cock. “This is what it’ll feel like when I make you suck my dick.”
She whimpers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. But she’s not crying for escape. Fuck, she doesn’t want me to stop.
“I’m gonna have all of you.” I massage her tongue and lean across to lick the tears from her temples. “Every hole. Every inch of you. Sometimes, all at the same time. Because you need to know who the fuck you belong to.”
“I belong to you.”
“Yes, you do.” I push my hips forward and enjoy the slide of her moist heat. “You’re just a regular dirty little slut, aren’t you?” Another inch, since she tolerates me so well. “Our first time together; I know you haven’t had someone like me before. It should hurt more, but you’re eating me up anyway.”
“Oh god.” She chokes on my fingers and cries out. Pleasure, hopefully. Pain, a little bit. “Tim.”
“You’re not done.” I give her more, only to stop when the pressure grows. When her pussy says there’s no more room, and nowhere else for me to go. But I look down to where we join, and know she’s only halfway there. “You’re not finished yet.”
“I can’t—” She grabs the headboard. “Tim, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” I pull out and flip her. Grabbing her hips and tossing her around until she lands on her elbows and knees. Then I bury my lips against her asshole and slip three fingers into her pussy to make sure she’s still wet. Still wanting. “I’m gonna make you take me. Because I know you can. I know you’re a brave girl. Such a good girl.” I back away and line my cock up, then I quickly reclaim the progress I’d made. I give her no chance to shrink back down. I refuse to make her go through all that work and pain again. “Let me in, sweet girl.” Then I slip my thumb into her ass and slide another inch or two when she swallows me up .
She tosses her head back and screams, a she-wolf howling at the moon. So I grab her hair with my free hand and play with her ass with the first. “You’re a naughty girl.” I move against her body and take a little more. “You’re new to this, and you present as so fucking innocent. But you want me to fuck your ass, Aubree Grace? Have you like a mongrel dog and breed you like a bitch?”
She buries her face in the pillows and screams.
“Fuck yes, you do.” I push past the block her body creates, claiming more of her than anyone ever has before. Then I drag her head back, wrapping my wrist in her silky locks, and riding her like she’s my brood mare. “You did it.” I fuck her slowly and thrill in the cream coating my cock each time I pull out. “You took me like a good girl.”
“All of you?” Panting, she turns her head and searches for me over her shoulder. “All done?”
“All of me.” And since she did, I speed my hips and shove her down until her chest slams against the mattress. Because she belongs to me. And I belong to her. “Tightest, tastiest cunt I’ll ever know.”
She cries out when I shove forward, the globes of her ass bouncing when we clash, and the narrow lines of her waist expanding in her clamor for air.
“Tell me who you belong to, Aubree.”
“You.”
“Say it.” I swap my thumb for two fingers and open her wider. “Say my name.”
“Tim.” She trembles against the bed, exploding around my cock and swallowing me up, heart and soul. “I belong to you, Tim. Forever.”
“Yes, you do.” I release her hair and grab her shoulder instead, shoving her onto my dick until she’s sitting on my thighs and screaming. “And I belong to you.”