Unexpected Dreams: Dream Series, Book 4

by Isabelle Peterson

  “I missed you,” he breathed. Slowly, he placed his lips on mine and let them linger. Pulling away, he locked eyes with me again. “Sitting next to you all night long… And that laugh…I think seeing a comedy with you would be like watching porn. And how your eyes crinkle,” he lowered his attention and his mouth lowered to my neck, “and you smell so fucking good.”

  He leaned into me and rubbed his erection against mine through the denim we both were wearing. I couldn’t help it. I swallowed. The desire bubbling up from inside threatened to drown me. Surrounded by Tanner’s scent, with him talking so low and sexy, and so close…

  He groaned and licked my neck. His hands moved from my shoulders and over my chest. Slowly they moved downward and started to tug the t-shirt from my jeans.

  I wasn’t about to let myself be half naked if I couldn’t have Tanner’s skin on me, so I quickly went to work at the buttons on his shirt. I was forced to stop when Tanner pulled my shirt over my head. My hands reached for the buttons again, but Tanner grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall behind me, and his lips crashed down on my mouth. I opened my mouth to claim his, but he pulled back. A sexy smirk spread on his lips and his eyes were dark and sultry.

  “Someone is in a hurry.”

  I was breathless. How should I reply to that? I just wanted my hands on him… and my mouth on him. Although I was scared of the unknown, I wanted more.

  “We have all night.”

  CHAPTER 22

  My eyes flicked to the large bed across the room, then back to Tanner.

  “The bed… the wall… the windows… So many choices.”

  My heart slammed inside my chest. The window? That could be… Would people be able to see up here? Whose ass would be seen? Tanner’s? Mine? The idea was… I walked over to the windows and moved the sheers aside then leaned against the cool glass, which didn’t cool me in the least. “These windows?”

  Tanner’s eyes were raking over my body. He was right. It felt great to have him looking at me the way I was looking at him in the car.

  “Now that’s a view,” he groaned.

  I eyed his undone buttons on his shirt. Tanner smirked and slowly pulled the last of the tails from his jeans and finished unbuttoning it…for me. I watched his fingers carefully slide the remaining three buttons through the tiny holes. He slid the fabric from his shoulders and let the shirt drop to the floor.

  I let my eyes glide all over his shoulders and chest. He really had a remarkable body. My fingers tingled to touch him, but his piercing gaze told me to stay put.

  I really wanted things to move forward. I imagined stepping toward him, unfastening his jeans and pulling them down and taking his beautiful—yes, beautiful—cock into my mouth. I desperately wanted to be on my knees and giving him that pleasure. I wanted to swallow it all down. I wanted to give him that satisfaction. I shocked myself with that thought because all those years married, I never really was into oral. Elizabeth was okay at it, but I never let her swallow. It just seemed…freakish. But, when Tanner did it, I didn’t even think twice. Both times. Now, I was hungry for it for myself.

  Staring at Tanner, the moonlight falling on his chest, my dick was so hard it ached. It strained against the zipper and stiff denim. I just needed to—

  I lowered one of my hands to my crotch, shifting my boner in the unyielding confines.

  “Oh fucking hell,” Tanner moaned.

  Realizing that I had the power, I continued to touch myself. Then I unbuttoned and slowly unzipped my jeans. Tanner moved only to mirror my actions. Soon enough, we stood staring at each other slowly stroking our cocks. I watched as Tanner rubbed his thumb over the plump head. The moonlight glistened off it and I realized that Tanner had just spread his pre-cum over the tip. Instinctively, my tongue slipped over my lower lip.

  “You don’t play fair,” Tanner breathed. “I think you’ve earned a yellow card.”

  “What? This?” I asked, slowly licking my lower lip again, finishing my little tease by biting down. “Or this?” I gripped my dick and elongated the strokes, squeezing my own pre-cum over the glans.

  “Both. Red card.”

  “How do I get a green card?” I asked, seeking permission to touch him.

  A crooked little half-grin spread over his lips. “A green card, eh? I’ve got one,” he said, letting his accent come forward. God that accent is sexy. I’d never been drawn to accents before, or at least, I’d never given them a second thought.

  I started to step forward, but Tanner rushed me and pushed me back into the glass, pressing his bare chest to mine and securing my hands back to the window, further pinning me with his eyes. Slowly he ground his hips into mine, our exposed dicks rubbing against each other.

  The wave of pleasure that crashed through me was overwhelming. A groan escaped my mouth and I dropped my head back on the window. Tanner’s mouth was on my neck in an instant—kissing, licking and nipping—never letting up with his slowly thrusting hips.

  Tanner pulled his body back, instantly I missed the contact, but he didn’t pull his lips from mine. He walked us backwards until his legs bumped on the bed, and then he turned us around and shoved me down so that I fell on my back with my legs hanging over the edge. My cock bounced excitedly as he looked me up and down. I kicked off my loafers then Tanner reached down to my feet and pulled my jeans from my legs, then stood and reappraised my body.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now,” he said, his voice tense and his eyes hot. His chest heaved with each breath he took, and his muscles were all rigid with restraint. My research of condoms and lube flashed in my mind. I didn’t have any. Had Tanner brought along some… in his pockets? “But not tonight. I do, however, look forward to working toward that.” An ounce of panic mixed with a splash relief and a dash of disappointment flooded my mind, but my dick surged with excitement.

  He kicked his jeans off and I scooted up the bed. Tanner crawled right up between my legs and laid down over me—our dicks reunited, he continued sliding his hips and hot cock along mine. He was propped up on his elbows and stared deeply into my eyes. I was breathless. The way he smelled…the way he felt…my emotions… indescribable. I was lost to thought, and willing things to move along.

  “Wrap your hand around them,” he whispered hoarsely after several grinds. He pulled his hips back and I slipped my hand between us. Wrapping my hand around our two cocks, well, at least half of our cocks, I stifled a cry. I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, pre-cum seeping copiously, and mixed it with the pre-cum that hadn’t stopped flowing from mine.

  Tanner brought his head down and kissed me so fiercely, I could barely breathe. But I didn’t need to breath. Breathing was overrated. This was heaven. This was all I needed. All I wanted. I stroked our cocks together until Tanner pressed his hips to mine.

  “I need to taste you,” I panted when he pulled back, shocking myself. I swear Tanner stopped breathing for a second before a wicked grin took over his face. Swiftly, he turned and kneeled over my face, his beautiful cock looming above me, and his face breathing on my pulsing penis.

  Soccer-style (i.e. no hands), Tanner took my full length into his mouth. My hips shot off the bed and my dick further down Tanner’s throat, which he took easily. My hands flew to his ass, pulling his hips to me as I lifted my head to lick the tip that was practically winking at me. His hips bucked at my tease. I surprised both of us when I sunk most of his length into my mouth. Feeling Tanner tremble in my hands and on my tongue was exhilarating.

  We sucked and teased each other for a few moments before Tanner rolled us to the side. His hand came to my waist and slowly down to my ass. He took the whole cheek in his hand and gripped tightly, moaning on my dick, the vibrations doing insane things to me. I squirmed under the sensations and found it difficult to focus on pleasuring Tanner.

  But I was a man on a mission. I knew what I wanted and I was about to take it. I doubled my efforts, taking hold of the base of his shaft with my first two
fingers and thumb and looping my fourth and pinky fingers under his tightened balls. Tanner stilled his attentions on me and pulled his mouth free.

  “Oh, man. You’re playing with fire. I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.” I disregarded his cautionary comment and swirled my tongue around his tip, seeking that sensitive spot just behind the head. “Oh fuck, Greg…” I felt his cock pulse in my hand and I was about to get my reward. “I’m gonna…” he tried to pull back, but I was determined. I let go, wrapped my hand around his hips, and held him fast to my mouth.

  “Aaaaahhhhhhrrrrrrrrr!!!” Tanner groaned as his balls unloaded down my throat. I did my best to suck and take it all in. Some spilled from my mouth, but I didn’t care. The taste was unlike anything I ever had before, and I was instantly addicted—like a drug addict to crack or heroin. I had an aching feeling that I was going to need this on a regular basis.

  Pulling myself free and gasping for air, I glanced down. The look on Tanner’s face was priceless. Shock and awe. He turned and we were face to face, both perspiring and breathing heavily. “You really are somethin’ else.”

  “I’ve said it before…you inspire me,” I replied.

  He cupped my head and brought our mouths together. The kiss was full of tenderness and want. He drifted his lips to my jaw and neck. Moving to my chest he dragged his tongue over my nipples making me moan and my cock twitch. Tanner continued to lick and kiss his way down to my waiting groin. He situated himself between my legs and his mouth was on me again. I was suddenly overcome when his hand that was between my legs and fondling my balls, tenderly tugging while he sucked, moved lower. Before, he’d pressed on that space of skin just behind my balls…my perineum…but this time his fingers snaked lower, and found my tightened ring. My legs instinctively moved up and over Tanner’s shoulders. Slowly, he massaged the area while continuing with his incredible mouth.

  I thought that would be it. I thought I was going to come. But Tanner kept a tight grip on the base of my cock and the tip of his finger dipped into the taut sphincter. My hips pushed down onto his finger, not to stop him, but I was becoming unhinged and needed more. He paused, but I growled. “Keep going.”

  I felt more pressure and behind my eyes, I saw stars. I’d been ‘probed’ down there by my doctor, but it never felt like this. I expected pain, or something, and maybe there was a tiny pinch, but pleasure far out-weighed any discomfort. No, this was anything but what I’d felt at the doctor’s.

  I felt Tanner’s finger sink deeper. Instinctively, my ass clenched, and Tanner pulled his mouth from my cock, his fist still working. “Relax,” he whispered, as the finger in my ass wriggled slightly. I breathed carefully, mentally commanding my ass to relax, and, apparently, it listened, because then he said, “That’s it.”

  At that point, I was certain that I was going to lose it. Like I said, my doctor had probed me, so I knew where Tanner was headed. However, when he got there, the gentle pressure he applied to my prostate was unimaginable. My legs started to tremble. Tanner’s mouth continued it’s magic and I started losing it. I held on as long as I could, enjoying every touch of his fingers, lips, and tongue. A fierce tingle started at the base of my spine.

  “Oh, Tanner… I’m gonna…!”

  Tanner groaned on my dick, and the vibration from his throat sent me over the edge. The tingling that was in my spine shot up through my head as I fucking exploded into a million pieces and down Tanner’s throat.

  Tanner moaned his approval as he sucked me dry, slowly sliding his finger from me.

  “Be right back,” he whispered and kissed my mouth, the taste of me, mixing with the taste of him still on my tongue was out of this world.

  Tanner returned to the bed, and slipped under the covers. I was still in a daze.

  We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to. Tanner pulled me into his side and I rested my head on his shoulder. Hearing his heart beat under my ear was soothing. I dragged my fingers over his chest. I traced his Chicago Smoke tattoo with my finger. He stifled a yawn, as he ran his hand back and forth across my back, brushing the small smattering of hair on my lower back.

  “You must be exhausted,” I said.

  He nodded. “The game, then this…” he said, bringing his hand back down over my ass.

  “Get some sleep,” I urged him.

  Moments later Tanner was asleep, and I fought sleep trying to focus out what the fuck had happened.

  The only thing I could come up with was that was the best non-sex fuck of my life, that I felt better whenever I was with Tanner than anyone else, and I was certain I was gay. But Tanner’s breathing and scent soothed me, and I wasn’t freaked out. And that kinda freaked me out.

  Greg tucked under my arm…it was the best feeling. Jon always ‘needed’ to be the ‘tucker’ and he was the top. No sex on certain nights. Against a window, he would have called ‘game over’ right then and there. Greg was…well…Greg. He didn’t have rules. Any night could be any night. Him tucked into me, me tucked into him… Honestly after the third time of ‘taking him’ I was salivating for him to Top me. His cock was nothing short of amazing. And his ‘newbie’ enthusiasm…well, let’s just say, variety is the spice of life. Jonathan was so prescribed that I had forgotten what spontaneity was.

  There was more, although I couldn’t put my finger on it. What was it about Greg? I’ve had my ‘straight guys’…way back when. Those guys who were confused, or just sick of being rejected by women. Greg was not a ‘straight guy’. He’d been told somewhere along the lines that he was not gay…and he believed whoever told him that. Was it his four sisters? Was it his absentee father that he rarely mentioned? Or his mother who just didn’t know which end was up? Greg…without a doubt…was not straight. Probably even gay. Like full gay. Maybe even submissively gay. Jon wanted me to be submissive. Maybe even one of the big reasons I wasn’t that into him. I fell asleep to thoughts of being submissive to Greg. Those dimples…that hair…his smile…

  CHAPTER 23

  I woke in the early morning, and looked over at Tanner. He slept so peacefully. His lashes lay on his cheeks, his stubble looking so scrumptious. I remembered falling asleep in his arms, yet somehow I woke with him tucked into mine. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

  But I’d had the dreams again. The dreams that started a couple nights ago. Dreams of destruction. My life exploding and taking out everyone around me—my business, my friends, and my life—when, or if, I came out.

  My flight back to California was in just a few hours. I got up and quietly packed, showered, and shaved. I came out and the bed was empty. My eyes frantically searched the room. Tanner was standing by the window. He looked amazing in the morning light. I had half a mind to try to postpone my flight… to either later in the day or tomorrow, even. I wished we’d had our night at Tanner’s place and I was waking to Tanner making breakfast again. Not that he was taking care of me, but I craved the easy way we interacted only yesterday morning.

  “Good morning, handsome,” I said.

  “Hey. You woke up before me.”

  “Told you I was an early riser,” I shrugged. “So, no kitchen in here. But there’s a restaurant downstairs…” I offered.

  He smiled. “I would love to. Let me grab a shower?”

  “Of course,” I said. He walked over and brushed his lips over mine, then winked and walked to the bathroom. I just sat and stared at his perfect, back, and legs, and shit! That ass.

  I finished packing and picked up Tanner’s clothes off the floor, folding them over the back of a chair while Tanner made quick work of his shower. He emerged from the bathroom with a towel simply draped over his shoulders, his damp hair framing his face just making him look even more ruggedly handsome.

  “I guess it’s the walk of shame for me,” he chuckled. Grabbing the jeans, he pulled out his cell phone from the back pocket and looked at the screen.

  “Oh no! Sarah messaged. Oliver’s numbers dropped last night. I need to…”


  “Wow. No. I understand,” I stammered, walking over to this beautiful man. “You have to go visit.” I wanted to hold his hands in mine and hug him tight, but I just stood there. I searched his eyes to see if this was all about Oliver. Or had he reconsidered things in the shower? Was he regretting us? Was I too much a newbie for him? God, could I do anything right?

  “I won’t see you until Thursday,” he said, his hand cupping my face. His touch relaxed me right away.

  Okay, this is good. He’s talking about Thursday.

  “I can’t wait. You know, you might want to adjust your financial plan to include Oliver.”

  “No legal ties. That’s the agreement.” He turned and grabbed his shirt and shrugged into it.

  “However you want to proceed. There are things…but however you want to handle it.”

  He finished buttoning up and tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I gotta dash. I’m just, ya know, nervous,” he said. He pulled me into a hug, gave me a sweet kiss, and said, “Thursday.” Then with a wink, he was out the door.

  For some reason, I couldn’t shake that things had gone wrong somewhere.

  The flight home was the longest one in my life. The past three and a half days felt like a year. So much had happened. When I flew into Chicago, I was only going to experiment. Now that I was leaving Chicago, I had the strangest sensation that I was leaving a part of me behind. Packing all of my things in the hotel room early this morning, I kept searching for…something. Something that belonged in my suitcase. Something that needed to be packed. It wasn’t until I spotted Tanner sleeping peacefully in the bed that it really hit home. It was Tanner. I wanted him to come back with me. Four days seemed like forever. Over the short time, just a couple of weeks, we’d been able to connect on so many levels…sure, even if we didn’t exactly have sex, but I would be like a particular past president if I’d said “I wasn’t sexually involved with Tanner.” Tanner and I connected on a deeper level this weekend. My history, his history…what was left hanging out there was the future. One we didn’t talk too much about. Sure, he would be flying back to Napa in a half a week, but would we pick up where we left off? In Chicago, it had been quite easy. For him, it was home. He’d always been gay there. I didn’t have any real history there. No one knew who I was. I didn’t have to pretend to be anything. And everyone accepted me for who I was. In addition, for the first time, maybe ever, I felt true. Going home would be a horse of a different color. Everyone knew me as married or recently divorced Greg Fairchild…until recently when I became Newly Single/Just Divorced Greg Fairchild. Would anyone accept an “Out” Greg Fairchild?