Chapter 6
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?
No. No one’s awake, because this is a dream. It’s not real.
And my attention is immediately back on the fact that I still have his dick in my mouth.
It’s long, so so long, and thick. Huge, really.
That must be why my jaw is sore…
My tongue slides on its own, no clue why, but it does. And a sound graces my ears.
A hum. A soft, raspy noise that came straight from the chest of a grown-ass man.
It sounds like him.
I can’t deny the fact that I’m clearly in love with this. If it is a dream, it’s the best one ever. And it has to be one, which is why I’m not moving my mouth away, nor is he stopping me.
It’s not really happening… And in my dreams, I get to do the things I could never do in real life.
Like sucking off my father.
Cringing, I dispel that thought. He’s not my father…
Yea, so he raised me. Big deal. Right now, he’s just the hot as fuck dude in his thirties who’s letting me wrap my lips around his severely impressive erection.
My cock jolts beneath me, precum dripping from my tip. I can feel it, and judging by the stickiness in my boxers, that wasn’t the first time.
Goddamn… This is so hot. I never want to wake up from this dream.
Using what few skills I have, I pick back up with slow movements of my mouth, slurping the huge cock, letting it hit the back of my throat and ignoring the reflex to gag. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder and the groan happens again.
And then I notice fingers, sliding up my jaw and curling at the nape of my neck.
He’s holding me in place. No, he’s trying to stuff himself deeper.
My dick pulses again, and I let him guide me, fucking my mouth with gentle thrusts as I lie there and take it, swallowing on him until I hear a hushed, “Fuck…”
My eyes flutter open again, and I tremor when I find him staring down at me, his own gaze hooded and wanting to fall, though it doesn’t. He keeps watching me, holding my eyes with his, cheeks visibly flushed even in the dark, lips parted and trembling.
Jesus, he looks good. I wish this was real…
But there’s no way it is, because he’s not stopping me. He’s not pushing me off him and calling me disgusting.
He’s as lost to this as I am.
His head drops back, and he bites his lip, throat dipping in a swallow. Which reminds me of how much spit is flowing from my mouth. I gulp on his cock once more and he whimpers.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls. “Suck my dick.”
My balls draw up. I’m so close to coming myself, from nothing more than having his dick in my mouth while I hump the couch. It’s amazing, and also not, because I’m so turned on by everything about him. It wouldn’t be the first time I came in my pants just from imagining having him like this.
At my mercy. Needing it, as much as I have for fucking years.
I’ve sucked a few dicks before, but it’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted someone to just live in my throat before.
My hips push some more, the friction on my cock, and my nuts, driving me absolutely wild. I continue to suck him, deep, worshipping his long dick with my lips, drawing out more of those salacious noises I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
The thing is, though… these ones are different. There’s something about them that’s registering in my head.
Less echo, more presence. Vibration in his body when he whispers, “Baby, I’m… I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come so soon.”
I let out my own hum on his dick, tonguing it with fervor, taking him as deep as I possibly can until I’m so dizzy I can barely hold myself up.
A sudden spark of pain brings my eyes up. He’s yanking at my hair, hard. Chewing on his bottom lip, eyes black like coal, the wide wall of muscle that is his chest pumping through heavy breaths.
This is real.
This is fucking real.
My lashes flutter, my balls spin out. And I fucking come.
Whimpering on his stiff flesh while my dick shoots off in my pants, I find myself gripping his thighs, digging my fingertips into the muscle. As hard as he’s gripping my hair.
Then he shoves his dick so deep into my throat, I have tears running from my eyes as he growls, “Fuck… yessss.”
An explosion of thick, salty liquid hits, pulsing onto the back of my tongue and all in my mouth. It keeps the high of my own orgasm going for what feels like hours while I drink him down, sipping his flavor like the eggnog from earlier…
On this couch. Right fucking here.
When I’m done eating his load, I pull my mouth off his many inches, head spiraling like a top.
I’m fucking lost. There’s no way that could have really just happened, but… it did.
I can taste him on my tongue. Feel him panting, and hear it, ringing through the room.
Glancing up at him, we lock eyes for several generous seconds of awkward, puzzled and blissful silence.
I blink.
He blinks.
We both blink.
His fingers finally release my hair, swiping the line of my jaw. Then they trail over my lower lip, brushing it in bewilderment that’s palpable.
The calm in this moment, however, dissipates fast. And then I witness a rage grow on his face. Guilt and shame and… disgust.
Yea… It was definitely real.
Those feelings are all too familiar to me. Except I’ve only ever felt them in myself. Having them mirrored back to me on his face is… not fun.
So I choose to hide.
I cower, zipping my eyes shut tight and curling up into a ball, pretending to fall back asleep. I’m not even really pretending as much as I’m wishing for it.
Praying that this was all just another one of my twisted dreams.
Though I know damn well, in my heart, it was not.