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.

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.