In His Sleep

by Jennifer Talty

  She flicked her tongue across the top of her mouth, sucking in the moisture. “Credit should be given to the model.”

  “I’m not a model.” He stared deep into her inviting blue eyes as her breast mashed against his hand and her breathing escalated, exciting every limb in his body. His hard cock pressed full against her ass. Mr. Woody began his happy dance.

  “That feels nice.” She rocked back and forth on his lap. “But I want it somewhere else.”

  “And where would that be?”

  She raised a finger to her lips. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her middle finger from the palm to the tip, and then back down the other side. “I want to do that until you can’t take it anymore and you grab me by the hair and beg me to take it all in my mouth.”

  He wanted his cock buried in her mouth. To look down at her as she slid his hard dick in and out of her mouth all the while her eyes locked with his. The visual it created in his mind made him harder than he’d ever been. He glanced over his shoulder. A large palm tree partially blocked his view of Kirk and Robert hovering over what he assumed was the computer. He could hear a few faint voices, but it seemed everyone else was currently occupied.

  “That can be arranged, but why don’t we start with this.” He pushed her hand into the warm, bubbly water. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into his underwear and firmly gripped his throbbing cock.

  “Yeah, I like that.” Gently, he rested his head against the back of the hot tub and watched the clouds float across the sky while Angie massaged and caressed him into heavenly bliss. This had to be the best handjob he’d ever had the pleasure of receiving. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands against his skin.

  “Ever come in a hot-tub?”

  “This would be a first,” he managed as she increased both pressure and speed while her other hand fondled his balls. “Oh, yeah,” he managed just before his breath caught in his throat and a sudden burst of fire filled his bloodstream. His cock filled with hot electric pulses as his cum filled her hand.

  She continued to stroke him but slowed the pace and rested her head against his shoulder. “That was hot.”

  “Wicked.”

  “I wanted to do that last night.”

  “I wouldn’t have--”

  “Excuse me?” Kirk’s voice filled the air. “Um, Angie, sweetness. Can you come here?”

  Chad didn’t want to open his eyes. He could just imagine the two men peer over the palm branches. Thankfully, they both were still basically out of sight over by where Angie had her computer set up.

  “I’ll be right there,” she said. “That was as dangerous as what we did in the hallway last night.”

  He forced a smile. “Yeah.” He wanted to tell her about his sleepwalking. He owed her that much.

  “I’ve got to go check out those pictures. Want to come?”

  “I’ve got another seminar.”

  “Okay. Let me get you a towel and a robe. Hang tight.”

  “Interesting choice of words.” He released her, and then tossed his arms on the side of the hot tub. Her T-shirt clung to her body. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs seeking affection. He sighed.

  She scooted from his lap, mumbling something he couldn’t quite make out, but he could’ve sworn she mentioned something about the size of his dick. He watched her scurry across the pool deck and through a door, leaving behind puddles of water.

  Should I stay or should I go? He wasn’t questioning his own stay at the hotel. He had one more lecture this afternoon, a dinner and then an eleven am flight. He wanted to know if she planned to stay another night. He could sweet-talk her for a while and then maybe, just maybe, an early morning romp in bed. No sleeping.

  Chapter Four

  Angie glanced around the hotel restaurant, but Chad was nowhere to be found. She’d knocked on his door, called his room, and paced the hallway. Not only did she want to see him, touch him, and screw his brains out. She wanted to show him the pictures she’d taken and give him a copy on disk. After the shoot, he’d dashed out so quickly, she’d never even really had the chance to say thank you.

  She set her water aside and opened up her laptop. She clicked on the word “Chad,” and her favorite picture of him, looking at her with desire in his eyes while lying on the side of the hot tub, stared back at her. Yeah, that one would be the new background on her computer, but not the one for the ad. She hadn’t even showed it to Robert. She sighed and picked up the menu, but she really didn’t want to eat, not food anyway.

  Where the hell was he? She glanced at her watch, and then decided on a salad. When she set the menu across from her, she saw Kirk and waved him over. She’d be lost without Kirk. He’d proven to be her best friend and the best assistant she’d ever had.

  “Hey, sweetness,” he said, settling himself into the chair. “Why the long face?”

  “I can’t find Chad,” she admitted, not caring that she sounded pathetic and desperate. If anyone would understand, it would be Kirk.

  “I think he’s at some dinner or something with the rest of the suits. Did you know he’s an accountant?”

  “I didn’t even know his name until you told me this morning.”

  “The name, the bod, the voice. The guy’s got the whole package.” Kirk wrinkled his nose. “Quite literally.”

  “He’s not gay.”

  “Someone’s horny and bitchy. Not a very pleasant combination.”

  She smirked at him, turning her laptop around to show him the one picture she’d keep for herself.

  “Whoa, baby. How come I haven’t seen this one before?”

  “I took it on my personal camera when we switched. Hot, huh?”

  “Sizzling,” he said.

  She took her computer back and stared at the picture for a brief moment before sending it into hibernation mode. She stuffed it back in its case and folded her hands in front of her. “I didn’t show that one to Robert, either.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want it for myself.” Her clit tingled thinking about the way Chad felt tangled with her in the hot tub, his erection full and throbbing against her ass. “Besides, it’s really not right for this ad.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  The waiter stopped to take their order, and all the while, she kept scanning the restaurant and glancing into the lobby, but Chad never materialized.

  “You know, sweetness.” Kirk picked up a long hard buttermilk roll and smiled. “He’s really hot and you did take his picture.”

  “You don’t have to remind me of my own rules.” She pushed the salad around on her plate. “It’s just that he’s different.”

  “How?”

  “Real. He seems real.”

  “So did Eddy when you first met him.” Kirk took her hand in his. “Don’t think with your pussy.”

  “You’re a pig.”

  “I’m being honest. You’re thinking about what it would be like to feel his hard cock inside you, not what it would be like for the rest of your life.”

  “You make it sound like all I’m ever after is a piece of ass. I’m not really like that.”

  “I know.” Kirk rubbed his thumb across her hand. “You’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I know and you fall too quickly for all the wrong reasons.”

  “It’s just that I want it all.”

  “You and every other person on the planet. It will happen for you when you least expect it. But not in a hotel with some guy you don’t even know.” He patted her hand, then squeezed. “You’ve only be divorced for eight months.”

  “My marriage to Eddy ended the moment I caught him with that bimbo in our bed.” She shoved her plate aside. “Why do all good men have to be gay?”

  Kirk chuckled. “Your brothers are good men.”

  “Only because they have great wives. Where did I go wrong?” She held up her hand because she knew the answer and didn’t need Kirk reminding her that Eddy had been married when she met him, making her the other woma
n. It had been the fantastic sex that sent her falling so hard and fast she didn’t know which end was up until it was too late. She should’ve seen it coming. “Do you have any condoms?”

  “Awe, come on. Don’t do this to yourself.”

  “I want to relax. No relationship. Just hot, dirty fucking.”

  “You don’t know how to have a fling.”

  “Just be a friend and a give me the flipping condom.”

  “You’re asking for trouble,” he said, then pulled out his wallet.

  “Thanks.” She handed him some cash. “Take care of the bill. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  She collected her stuff and didn’t look back because she could feel Kirk giving her the evil eye.

  Once in the comfort of her own room, she wrote a little note to Chad, offering him a nightcap if he wanted, or maybe breakfast. Or possibly a little of both. Regardless of what Kirk said, a little hot Texas fling might be what the doctor ordered.

  After attaching the note to the disk with his pictures, she hurried out into the hall and shoved it under Chad’s door. She stood there for a few moments, her heart hammering in her chest. But when he didn’t come out, she headed back to her room.

  She’d go home tomorrow to an empty house and an empty bed, story of her life. Actually, that was what their marriage had been like. All she wanted was a normal life. Well, somewhat normal, but she wondered if she’d ever have it at this point. Chad had been interested in her, or at least his body had been, and right now, his body would be enough.

  Instead, she flicked on the television, climbed between the sheets and tried to forget about Chad. The ball was in his court. So why couldn’t she rid the feeling of Chad’s hands on her soft skin? Or the deep rumble of voice from her head? When she fell for Eddy, it had been his scent. Now Chad and his voice. And how the hell could she fall for a guy in twenty-four hours?

  She believed in love at first sight, in this case, at first hearing. Okay, so, she didn’t really love him, just lusted after him. But she did love the idea of him. He seemed like the kind of man who’d drop his briefcase at the door and wrap his arms around the little woman. The kind of man that brought home roses for no apparent reason. The kind of man who would never roll his eyes when he had to utter those three little words.

  “Pathetic,” she mumbled, punching down the pillow. She was just lonely and horny, that was all.

  The silence in the room annoyed her, so she flicked on the television and fluffed her pillow. She tossed and turned, determined to be master of her domain, like in the Seinfeld episode, the one where all the characters made a bet to see who could go the longest without masturbating. Then she remembered that those who caved, well, they were much more relaxed.

  It didn’t take much for her body to respond to her mental images of Chad. She pinched both her nipples. Rubbed them with her thumbs, imagining what it would be like to hold his head as his moist mouth sucked at each nipple. She’d beg him to take her hard and fast, but he’d insist on giving every inch of her body his undivided attention.

  She lowered her right hand down her belly. Screw foreplay. She rammed three of her fingers deep inside her pussy while she tugged at her left nipple. She could almost feel the weight of him on top of her as he pounded his cock into her, stroking her insides. He’d tease her by going slow, nearly pulling himself completely out of her, then abruptly, and without warning, shove his hard cock so hard and fast into her she could barley breath.

  She arched her back, eyes closed tight and picture what his face might look like as brought her to the brink of climax only to slow down and torture her with slow, wet, sloppy kisses.

  Her hips moved so fast she no longer had to move her hand. She merely wiggled her fingers, putting just enough pressure in all the right spots. Desperation clawed her clit. Wetness poured out of her body as she reached climax in what had to be record time. She clamped her legs tight around her hand, still deep inside. Gently, she guided her fingers across her clit to keep the ripple of her orgasm generating.

  It might have been quick, but it was damn good.

  * * * *

  By the time Chad stepped into the elevators, it was well past eleven and he was dead-dog tired. Not that he planned to sleep, but he needed to get out of the crowd. Too many drunken accountants lead to one big headache. Besides, Angie was nowhere to be found. He figured she’d know he’d be in the bar, so if she wanted to hook up, she would have come looking. Of course, if all he wanted was to fuck, he would be beating down her door. However, she did something to his insides most women didn’t do. She made him think beyond the sex.

  As he approached Angie’s room, he wondered what she was doing. Was she in the bath? Shower? Naked with soap bubbling down her body. What a vision. Or was she in bed, with sheet barely drawn across her breasts, her nipples sneaking out from behind the white cotton.

  He shook his head. She had made it perfectly clear she was all done with him when she started talking with her associates about the pictures and the ad. Even though he wanted to spend all night finding ways to make, that honey voice of hers cry out his name, she wasn’t interested.

  He continued down the hall to his room. It was best that he kept his distance. A night of sex might cause him to fall asleep. While sleepwalking wasn’t some horrible disease or anything, it was embarrassing. Better to just find another way to pass the time.

  He hit star five on his cell. It didn’t ring but went immediately to his sister’s voice mail. He left a message saying he’d be up and she could call.

  He inserted the key, gave the door a little hip shove. He nearly stepped on a disk and an envelope with his name on it. He knew exactly what the disk was; she said she’d leave it for him after making him sign some agreement that he wouldn’t use it for anything other than portfolio pieces. Like that would ever happen. He was no model. Just because he might have pulled it off, he had no intention of ever doing anything like that again.

  Unless it was for fun.

  And for her.

  Wonderful. His cock leaped to attention thinking about how she looked down at him when she took his picture. How she’d paused, holding the camera in one hand, not quite bringing it to her eye, before snapping his picture.

  It wasn’t so much the physical reaction she stirred him, but the gut wrenching need to fill her entirely. He wanted to fuck her endlessly, and then make sweet passionate love to her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and listen to her talk about whatever it was that made her happy. What made her feel like a whole person? He just wanted to hold her.

  Fucking crazy.

  He picked up the note and studied it. His name was perfectly written, nice and neat, across the center with a little smiley face.

  He shed his tie and tossed it on the bed. The rest of his clothes followed. All but his boxers. One would think he’d learn not to hang out in his underwear when sleep might occur, but he didn’t like pajamas and he didn’t feel like being in his dress slacks anymore. He was sure his sister would call. He could always count on her.

  He snagged his laptop from its case and set everything up on the bed. He held the envelope up to the light, but that didn’t reveal anything, so he gave up and ripped it open. He liked her handwriting, crisp and clear. The note read:

  Dear Chad,

  Thanks so much for your help this morning. You will be paid for your time. You should receive a check in about two weeks. Please join me for a nightcap, anytime tonight. I’m a light sleeper. Just knock.

  Angie.

  Chad lifted the letter to his face and let the orange scent carry from his nose to every inch of his body. The clock on the dresser told him it was well past anyone’s bedtime. His heart raced just thinking about her, in his arms, begging him to fuck her every way imaginable. But he had knocked on her door about a half hour ago, and no one answered.

  He flipped opened his laptop and waited, fiddling with the note. The computer beeped, and then his main screen came on. He smiled, running his fingers across
the pictures of his two nieces playing in the sandbox. He’d bet Angie would take great action shots of them. He frowned. Nothing worse than bizarre random thoughts.

  The disk also had his name written on it, with a big thank you and once again, the stupid smiley face. He popped it into the drive and clicked on the open box. The computer hummed until a black and white picture of him appeared. “Holy shit.” He felt his eyes bulge in their sockets. His mother would have a heart attack. His sister would laugh hysterically, and his secretary would want to blow it up and plaster it all over the internet with the caption ‘Accountants Gone Wild.’

  He’d always known he wasn’t a bad looking guy, but this picture did him wonders. His eyes were barely open, looking almost directly at the camera, but he knew he’d been focusing on Angie. She’d captured a part of him that not many people saw. And he had to admit that the shoot had been a turn on, well, without Kirk’s incessant babbling, it would’ve been a major turn on. Thank God for Kirk.

  He clicked on slide show and felt his face heat. He shouldn’t be embarrassed. The pictures were good and very tasteful, but he couldn’t believe he was the specimen. Or that he came across that hot in a photograph. Or that he even thought of himself that way.

  When the slide show ended, he shut down his computer and rubbed his tired eyes. Now close to one, it was time to watch some television. Even though she’d invited him over, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the comfort of his room. Being alone with her, just for one night, wouldn’t be enough.

  He kept a light on so that if he did fall asleep it might wake him, although that didn’t always work. The television blared loud enough to make it difficult to fall asleep but not too loud as to disturb the guests in the adjacent rooms. His semi-erection also aided in the inability to fall fast asleep.

  He pictured Angie in his mind. The more alert his brain, the less likely he’d end up outside of these four walls, but he kept his hands away from Mr. Semi-Hard. In the end, that would relax him too much and then he’d been in trouble.

  Big trouble.