Chapter 7 #2
“Are you…” My murderous rage cooled somewhat with confusion. “Are you fucking serious right now?” Purely in disbelief, I removed the pillow so I could see his face. “Are you aware I’m trying to murder you?”
His brow creased as though in pain, his fingertips biting into my hips tighter, holding me firm against him. “I’m aware,” he replied in a husky voice, then rocked his harder-than-granite cock trapped in thin boxers against me and moaned.
My jaw dropped. “What the fuck ? I’m killing you .
This isn’t fucking foreplay, you sick puppy!
” Then to drive my point home, or maybe snap him out of whatever delusion he’d slipped into, I slapped him across the face.
It was hard enough to leave an imprint of my hand, but he just sucked in a gasp and closed his eyes.
For a moment, I sat there, frozen, staring down at his handsome face in shock and hearing our combined heavy breathing—each for very different reasons—until his dark lashes fluttered open and his gaze locked on mine.
“Hit me again,” he said, voice dripping in desire.
This wasn’t real. There was no way this was real.
I had to be imagining things or still trapped in a sedative-induced hallucination.
Maybe I was still in the hospital, strapped to my bed and living out this twisted fantasy inside my mind.
Anticipation shivered up my spine. So there was no harm in seeing where it went, right?
My palm connected with his cheek once more, hard enough that his head snapped to the side and my wrist hurt. He gasped, raising up slightly in a half crunch as his erection ground against me and then?—
I shrieked with realization. His response was a pained sort of grunt and tremble as warmth spread between us.
“What the fuck is happening? I tried to kill you, literally end your life, and you just…came in your boxers. This can’t be real. I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”
That thought twisted my stomach and brought a sour taste to my mouth.
They’d given me way too much sedative, and Jocelyn had even mentioned it might kill me.
What if this was just part of all of that?
What if I was like Abigail now, forever trapped inside my own mind, never knowing what was real or imaginary?
“Do you have dreams like this a lot, Duckling?” Nate asked in that deep, husky voice of his. Fucking hell, that voice dripping in desire…it was one hundred percent the stuff of dreams. Real-life Nate would never speak to me like that. “Dreams about you and me in bed together?”
“Yes…” I admitted on a shaky exhale, still totally convinced this wasn’t actually happening.
Definitely not the two of us in bed, just a little fabric away from having him inside of me.
“Although you don’t usually come while I’m murdering you.
That’s new.” And damned if I wasn’t a little disappointed that I didn’t get to feel him.
He gave a throaty chuckle, then reached up and threaded his fingers into my hair, pulling me down to crush his lips against mine. I didn’t even try to resist, eagerly kissing him back and enjoying the unexpected and somewhat odd turn my mind had taken.
“You’re not imagining things, Layne,” he whispered against my lips.
I scoffed, letting him roll me onto my back and settle between my thighs.
“Of course I am. This isn’t actually happening.
” Then just to prove he wasn’t real, I laced my fingers into his short hair and gripped tight, tugging hard enough it had to hurt.
Instead of getting angry and pushing me away, this version of Nate just moaned like a seasoned submissive. Case in point, I was dreaming.
“Whatever you say, Duckling,” he groaned, then shifted down the bed and hiked my legs over his shoulders. “You wanted to smother me, right? Do your worst.” Then he eagerly buried his face in my throbbing pussy, and I tightened my thighs around him.
Of all the ways I’d thought about killing Nate…this was by far the best.
Sparks exploded throughout my body in mere moments as Nate tongue fucked the absolute soul right out of me, but I didn’t loosen the grip of my thighs around his head.
His hands gripped onto my legs too, holding me there as he ate me out like I was a Michelin-star meal…
with absolutely no need for oxygen. Maybe imaginary Nate had gills?
That’d be weird, but honestly no weirder than him blowing in his shorts after being slapped.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed after coming twice back-to-back.
As much as I wanted to smother him between my legs, my muscles were like jelly; I physically couldn’t keep the force necessary.
My knees fell apart, and I used a handful of his hair to drag him back up, gasping at how wet his whole damn face was.
Words failed me as we locked eyes. Then, ever so slowly, he licked his lips and hummed in appreciation.
“What happens next in your dirty dream, Duckling?” Nate purred, oozing smugness as he pushed my T-shirt up to reveal my tits.
The way he palmed them, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, had me almost levitating.
What happens next? I had no idea. This was beyond anything my mind had conjured up previously, and that fact had to be thanks to the drugs.
“I have no idea,” I admitted, still breathing heavily. Damn me, I really wanted to find out. This Nate was everything I never imagined he could be hiding behind that dark, domineering, sometimes downright bitchy attitude.
He tilted his head to the side, considering.
Then he flipped us again so that he sat up somewhat against the headboard, and I straddled his lap.
Unable to help myself, I reached down between us and peeled back the sticky elastic of his boxers, allowing his enormous dick to escape the fabric.
By all accounts, he seemed more than ready to go again.
His red, swollen tip glistened, and I ran my thumb over it with fascination, delighting when he sucked a harsh breath.
“I still want to kill you,” I murmured, raising my gaze to meet his. “But I also really, really want to fuck you. Just once. Then I can get you out of my head and feel nothing when you die.”
His lips pursed briefly, then he gave a small nod of acceptance. “Seems fair.” Then before I could even remotely second-guess myself, he’d lined up and thrust inside my already-soaking cunt.
No matter how wet and ready I was, there could be no denying how big he was, and I cried out at the sudden stretch and fullness before sinking down to take him deeper. I moaned loudly, savoring the feeling of Nate inside me.
“Fuck, Layne,” he groaned, kissing my throat. “Your pussy feels incredible. Are all your dreams this good?”
My fingers returned to his hair, pulling his head backward as my lips crushed against his, our tongues tangling together as we started to move, my hips rocking as he thrust from below.
“You usually talk less,” I whispered against his kiss.
“So just shut up and fuck me, Essex, but don’t you dare come first this time.
” As I said it, I tugged his hair again, and he whimpered.
It was one of the single sexiest sounds I’d ever heard a man make, and I nearly combusted right then and there.
“Noted,” he murmured, then claimed my mouth in another soul-destroying kiss while grasping my hips and fucking me hard from underneath. It was impressive, I had to admit, but again…not really realistic. The amount of core and leg strength it’d take in real life? Wild.
Unsurprisingly, he shoved me headfirst and spiraling into another climax in a matter of minutes. My core clenched hard around him, my body shaking and my gasps ragged while I rode his cock for every last second of pleasure it could give me.
The way his fingers gripped into my hips would be sure to leave bruises if it were real, but for right now, all I could focus on was the desperate, needy look on his face as he asked if he could come.
Asked. With a please .
Fuck .
“Yes!” I exclaimed, breathless as my fingernails dug into his chest a hundred times harder than I ever would normally claw someone. “Yes, fuck, come inside me, Nate!”
He’d started shooting his hot load before I even got that sentence out, grunting and moaning like a little whore as blood welled up in tracks down his chest. Apparently, I had a domme kink when it came to Nathaniel Essex.
Then again, that was hardly shocking, all things considered.
That it turned on Nate like this? Satisfaction shuddered through me. That was just delightful—a delightful fantasy.
Definitely a fantasy.