by Cerys du Lys
Asher was, and...
Well, Asher was erect. Aroused. Dreaming of something. From my vantage point near the side of the bed I saw his pants laying on the floor below me. His coat was draped across the back of a hospital chair nearby. He still wore his shirt and I could see parts of the sleeves, with his arms wrapped around me. No shoes or socks, of course; those were with his pants.
Careful, I reached behind me and between us, feeling near Asher's waist. He wore underwear, of course, but the throbbing bulge trapped within must be uncomfortable for him. I didn't want him to wake up from discomfort, did I?
Those were my thoughts, but I doubted what I did next was out of pure concern for my slumbering husband's comfort. I doubted it very much.
Careful, I snuck my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and inched them lower. Pulling out, lower, more, until his hardened cock sprang loose, pushing forward. Asher and I lay tight together, his arms wrapped around me, holding me.
I wore a hospital gown and panties and nothing else. With my free hand, I shimmied the gown up. My other hand teased and caressed along Asher's heavy shaft, feeling his thickness between my fingers. At the tip, hot and slick, I played with his gathering precum. Whenever I smoothed my fingers up and down his cock while he slept, he rocked forward more, grinding against my body.
We weren't perfectly aligned, though. First off, Asher was a good amount taller than me. Second, with my back pressed tight against his chest, his freed cock had nowhere to go except up along my spine. I felt it there, resting, shifting slightly this way or that when I stroked him.
I didn't know what I was doing. I really didn't know what I was thinking. I thought maybe this was illegal somehow, but Asher was my husband so maybe it wasn't. Could I use that excuse in court?
Yes, officer. Or judge? It didn't matter. Anyways... yes, perhaps my husband never gave consent, except that he's my husband, so...
I ran through the scenario in my head while I slipped my panties to the side and inched upwards to bring the head of Asher's cock closer to my sex.
Asher's body moved of its own accord, sleep pressing him into action, primal sexual instincts sending his body rocking and grinding against me. I moved, slow so as not to wake him, further, up, until...
The head of his cock slid across my lower lips. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him inside me. I didn't know what he or I would do once that happened, but I wanted it. He was sleeping, so he couldn't really make adequate decisions, but I didn't care.
Careful, I held his cock with one hand, stopping it from sliding between my thighs. His slick precum licked across my feminine folds and I pushed back slightly to take the head of him inside me. I meant to go slow, inch by inch so as not to disturb him, but as soon as I had him partway in me he thrust the rest of the way.
I gasped, possibly too loud. And then I forced myself to be quiet. I stopped breathing, waiting to see if he would wake up, and what he'd do if he did. Would he mind? I hoped not, but to be honest I'd never stopped to ask him about this. The situation just never came up. How did you have that conversation with your husband, anyways?
Yes, Asher, do you mind if I have sex with you while you're sleeping?
Uh... what?
From the sound of it, I didn't need to worry, though. Asher continued breathing softly, though not as shallow as before. And he rocked against me just as he had been, too.
Everything happened in a fraction of a second, but it felt slower in my mind. Out, then in, he filled me, I inhaled deep, I waited, he was still sleeping, and...
His cock flexed more and hardened inside of me as soon as he filled me. His hips thrashed slightly as if he were having a bad dream, but he calmed down soon after that. Then more. He rocked, back and forth, cock hard and heavy, deep in me. I almost gasped again, my body goaded on by his heat and his arousal, but I willed myself not to make a sound, not to move.
This was not something I usually did. I didn't know why I'd decided to do this today. I didn't really know why I'd never done this before.
To try and control myself better, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and bit down hard. Easier not to make noise that way. Easier to distract myself. Right?
Asher's sleep-heavy cock had other ideas in mind. He pushed deep inside of me, hips pressing against the back of my body. He rocked in his sleep, slow and steady, grinding into me. Whatever he was doing, he did it without thinking. I panicked, knowing he'd wake up at any moment. This wasn't regular or normal. This wasn't a thing people did. This couldn't be happening. This...
My free hand, the one I wasn't biting on, slipped past my stomach and between my legs. I couldn't move a lot, but I could move a little, couldn't I? Yes, I thought. Yes, maybe, perhaps.
I teased lightly at my clit, circling it with one finger. My body reacted with a jolt and I bit down harder on my thumb. I clenched and squeezed at Asher's cock inside of me and he rocked harder and deeper, reacting to my reaction. Slower, gentle, I rubbed at the hood of my clit, then snuck the tip of my finger low and pressed up along the center of it. Back and forth, just like that, a bit of teasing, tempting myself into wanton arousal, then a surge of heavier sensation.
My body reacted on its own, my inner walls flexing and clenching and squeezing depending on what I thought and what I did. I tried to remain relaxed, but it didn't work. I just moved without being able to stop myself, and in response Asher moved with me.
This wasn't happening, I thought. This wasn't regular. This was probably not a good thing to be doing.
Why did I keep doing it, then?
I became more bold with each passing second and soon I started moving a little more, a little faster. One finger became two, teasing and caressing my clit. Asher's cock never left me, never moved anywhere else but inside me, and his hips rocked back and forth. A little faster, a little more aware. His breathing became slightly ragged, some odd mix of slumber and excitement.
I felt it; I felt him. I wanted his orgasm and I wanted my own, too. Yes, that's what this is, I told myself. I wasn't having sex with my sleeping husband for any selfish reasons, I was doing it because we were trying to have a baby together. We needed to have sex for that, didn't we? Except why wake him up? I could just let him sleep, and...
My body pulsed. This was odd. We weren't moving fast, we weren't necessarily even moving together. The wrongness, the taboo nature of what I was doing, though; it pushed me forward and built up my excitement. I rubbed harder on my clit, roughly pressing against the center, desiring intensity despite Asher's steady sleep.
I needed to bite my finger very hard right then. My core flexed, taut and tight, and my body screamed with indignation. I wanted to soar high. I needed it. I wanted triumph in my climax.
I couldn't do any of that without waking Asher, though. Instead, I whimpered. It felt good. It felt amazing, and I wanted to shout it out to the world, but I couldn't, that's all. I wanted more...
Behind me, Asher growled into my ear. Rough, too rough, he grabbed my hips with one hand. He grinded hard against me, pressing deep inside of me.
Oh fuck, he was awake.
Trapped beneath my head, he couldn't grab my waist with his other hand. Instead, he reached for one of my breasts, squeezing and groping it in his palm. His hand on my hip pulled roughly, forcing me to acknowledge his presence and his cock. Not that I wanted to do anything else, anyways, but...
His fingers scratched at the hospital gown covering my chest and he searched for something as he squashed my breast in his palm. Soon, he found it; my nipple.
Torturous and tight, he pinched my nipple hard. I screamed, or I started to, but my thumb in my mouth stopped me. Instead, I bit down hard, harder than I had before. It hurt. Oh God, it hurt.
I felt so incredibly amazing, too.
"Don't stop," he said into my ear, sleep making his voice gruff. "Keep touching yourself."
I did. I'd barely stopped once I realized he was awake. My fingers teased and tormented my clit while Asher's fingers captured m
y nipple and his cock conquered me from the inside.
This wasn't what I'd expected. I didn't even know what I'd expected. This was a whole lot more, whatever it was.
My body reacted to his touch. I felt some odd mix of calm relaxation combined with pain and pleasure. I squeezed and clutched against him as he rocked and pushed deeper inside of me, but I didn't mean to, I just did it. My body made me. I was no longer in control of my own actions. I...
Again, harsher now, fierce and full of pride, another orgasm overtook me. The first was small and pleasant, but nothing like this. I didn't even know what this was, I didn't know this was possible.
Maybe I should have done this a long time ago.
I gave up biting my thumb. I couldn't; it hurt. If I bit it anymore I'd bite through the skin and I wasn't sure how I'd explain that to anyone. I let loose my finger and without thinking I started to scream, but Asher cut me off before I could. His finger pinched hard on my nipple, then he let go and his palm clapped against my mouth. His hand covered my scream, muffling it, and I screamed even louder to compensate. Asher held me tight, his palm pressed hard against my lips.
I gave up screaming. My body writhed in climax. He wasn't even thrusting into me. I didn't even know what this was. Sex involved thrusts and pushes, right? Except this wasn't that. Just one constantly, continuous thrust. Heavy rocking, harder and harder, until... what?
I couldn't breathe and I grabbed at Asher's hand with one of mine to try and pull it away. Mad with passion, my other hand kept rubbing hard against my clit. I didn't know which I wanted more: breath or an orgasm? Both seemed equally as important at the moment.
His grasp on my mouth relaxed until I could breathe out of my nose. I did, fast and frantic. Asher's cock swelled, digging deeper and deeper. Just a little at a time, but it felt like more with each passing fraction of a second. In, hard, rubbing, grinding, an eternal thrust.
He gave in to me just as I'd given in to him. My core clenched and wrapped around his cock while he trembled and shook. His seed filled me deeper than I thought he'd ever filled me before. His orgasm claimed him and he came.
"That was..." Asher started to say, but he stopped, at a loss for words. "Fuck," he said. "Jessika, that was amazing."
I whimpered beneath his hand, licking at his palm. Inside me, his cock twitched, sending small spurts of cum to join with the aftermath of my quivering orgasm. I tried to whisper to him, but my words came out as muffled nothingness.
He moved his hand away and kissed my neck. I shivered, a tingling sensation coursing through me.
"You aren't mad?" I asked, voice soft.
"Mad?" he asked, confused.
"I uh..." Well, what had I done? "You were sleeping and..."
Asher shrugged, squeezing me in his arms. "I wouldn't mind waking up like that every day," he said. His lips formed a grin as he kissed the side of my neck. "Besides, we—"
A commotion in the hallway cut him off. It sounded like some kind of riot. In the hospital? It didn't make much sense, to be honest. Footsteps pounded outside the door; someone running down the hall. Then they stopped outside our door, swung it wide open, and came in.
Thankfully Asher and I were beneath the blankets, but he still shouldn't have been in the hospital bed with me.
A wide-eyed, frightened looking nurse rushed in and slammed the door behind her. Her fingers trembled and searched for the lock above the doorhandle. Her eyes obviously saw it, but she couldn't seem to make her hand twist the lock to lock the door. It took her a moment and she didn't even seem to notice me and Asher in the room with her.
Asher took that moment to slip himself out of me. I sort of wished this could have been done in any other way. Face scrunched up, I tried ignoring everything uncomfortable about this situation and moved my panties back into place. Quickly, Asher climbed out of his side of the bed and fixed his underwear, then snuck over to grab his pants. He had them halfway on and up by the time the nurse locked the door and turned around to greet us.
She stared at him in disbelief as he fixed his underwear, pulled up his pants, and buttoned and zipped them.
"Hello," I said to the nurse, offering a light wave. I decided maybe it was best if I stayed in bed for the time being.
Asher nodded to her, too. "Good morning. Is there a problem?" he asked.
The nurse opened her mouth to speak, but then she stopped. I hadn't been able to see it when she was trying to lock the door, but she had something gripped in her other hand, held tight against her stomach. She tried to speak again, mouth opening and then closing, but then she gave up. Thrusting her arm out, she handed Asher the rolled up newspaper.
Asher took it, unrolled it, started reading it, stared at the front page, and...
He almost fell. Stumbling backwards, he hit the edge of the hospital bed and sat down. He kept staring at the paper, confused. I couldn't see what was so wrong with it, what had the nurse and Asher unable to speak. I tried to look, tried to grab it from him, and he pulled it away from me sharply, not letting me have it.
"Asher, can you tell me what's going on?" I asked, my tone more than a demand.
This was a hospital! We were being interrupted by some random nurse, of all people. Granted, we probably shouldn't have been sleeping together in the hospital bed, and Asher shouldn't have stayed overnight like that, and the sex was definitely not a hospital-approved activity, but still. We should at least have some sort of privacy. What was that riotous clamor coming from the halls before, too? It still sounded really loud.
I didn't know. I could hear voices, people shouting, something happening.
Asher smiled wanly at the nurse. "Maybe you should sit down and explain this," he said to her.
"Explain what?" I asked; he ignored me.
I sat up, angry. I didn't want to be angry, but how else was I supposed to feel right now? Refusing to accept this, unable to understand, I grabbed Asher's arm and tore the paper from his hands before he could stop me. Oh, he tried, too. He tried to take it back, he tried to stop me from reading it, but I didn't even have to read much of anything.
Right there, right on the front page, was a picture. This wasn't a regular newspaper, but one of those sensationalized ones for gossip and rumors.
It didn't matter what it was, though. In huge print, with a large picture right below it, were the words:
JESSIKA LANDSEER SEX TAPE REVEALED
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You can find the rest of this story here: His Absolute Insistence
Sample (Sweet)
Please enjoy this sample from the dystopian paranormal romance novel, "Breathless," by Cerys du Lys
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I am dead.
This is how I feel, this is what I know, but a small part of me refuses to believe it. Wasn't I alive just yesterday? I have a doctor's appointment to go to next week and I need to leave a reminder for my office manager. He's forgetful and even though I told him about this a month ago, he won't remember.
But, no, I don't have a doctor's appointment next week. That's already past. It's been four months, two weeks, and three days since the day I should've gone to the doctor. It was only a routine check up, anyways. Not absolutely necessary, but it would have provided peace of mind.
My mind is anything but peaceful now. I don't know if I still have one.
...
Five months ago I was sitting on my couch eating take-out Chinese and watching the news. I never knew why I enjoyed watching the news, but it seemed like the adult thing to do, you know? Granted, wearing my pajama pants with cartoon versions of cats and a grey athletic t-shirt didn't help my illusion of adulthood. Nor did eating directly out of the lo mein carton with a pair of wooden chopsticks, but still. Sometimes it's good to feel more adult, even if the rest of your life isn't exactly there.
There was a breakthrough announcement on the news that night, too. I remember them hyping it up at the beginning, saying it could change the face of humanity as we knew it. Dutifully, I watched through dull se
gments involving a local bake sale and a church's outrage at a movie theatre refusing to remove a supposedly risque poster from their front lobby. Maybe I should've switched the channel, though.
What did this breakthrough announcement have to do with me? Was it another cell phone? I loved my cell phone as much as the next person, but the way they came out with new ones every year (and they always have new features that seem suspiciously like the old ones), I would never understand why people got so excited about those things. I wanted mine to work, I wanted to call people on it, and I'd like to be able to occasionally text someone and maybe check my email.
The announcement wasn't about a phone, though. I stabbed a potsticker with my chopsticks and nibbled on the edges while some NASA scientist explained their newest discovery.
Hibernation, hypothermia, an isolated virus that could mimic these conditions at a safe level. Once they finished with more rounds of experimentation, they could use this knowledge for extended space travel. The goal was to induce a type of suspended animation in astronauts so they could travel to distant planets with minimal necessities.
It sounded like a bunch of Star Trek mumbo jumbo to me. I'm not stupid, I graduated college with a marketing degree, but this had nothing to do with me. In a hundred years when people finally colonized Mars and someone built a restaurant chain up there, they could call me in to help figure out their branding, but none of this affected me right now.
This was what I thought then. In four days, everything changed.
...
I wander through the city, confused. I am cold beyond belief and nothing I can do will warm me up. I try holding my hands tight against my chest and huddling on the ground, but it doesn't help. I've tried putting on more clothes, but this doesn't work, either. I've tried taking off my clothes, too. I go inside and outside, but no.
My skin is a pale blue like the color of pure water. I feel sick and I know I should go see a doctor, but there are no doctors anymore; not for me or anyone like me. I am one of them and I am hated. I understand this, but I don't want it.