Dream Me Off My Feet (Sex, Love, And Rock & Roll)

by Kisner, Stevie

  Her face bloomed redder. “I… uh, I saw, that is, you were sending…” she faltered, not sure how to go on.

  (This is a dream, you idiot! Say whatever you want, it only mirrors reality if you want it to…)

  The blush faded and a seductive smile turned the corners of her mouth. “I got what you sent to me. All of it, every last touch and sigh.”

  (She held back, waiting to see what his response would be without any little nudges to steer it to where she wanted it to go.)

  “You… shit, you saw that? All of it?” JT broke the stare and sat back against the pillows. “That’s fucking embarrassing,” he mumbled.

  “Why?” Kori asked, taking a step closer to the foot of the bed. “Why are you embarrassed that you wanted to make love to me but didn’t dare?” She took another step. “Are you ashamed to want me, JT?”

  She could feel he was torn between propriety and desire. He turned wide eyes back up to meet hers. “God, no, Kori. It’s just that… well, wanking off is… you weren’t here and…oh, Christ,” he finished in a mumble.

  “I’m here now, JT.”

  (She felt his desire flare and knew there wouldn’t be any more pushing needed to lead this dream toward the conclusion she wanted.)

  JT rose and pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid movement, letting it drop to the floor. He closed the distance between them with a few long strides and cradled her face in his hands. “Yeah,” he breathed, bending his head to brush his mouth to hers. “You’re right here, m’love.”

  (Kori could feel his hunger building, hear his screaming thoughts to be easy, to take it slow, this could be the last time for a long, long time and not to ruin it by attacking her with his naked lust. She was nearly overtaken and would be tossed out of his dream if she didn’t stay in control of her own mind. I’ve never done any of this before, but I’ve got to figure out something to be able to stay here. She twisted her awareness and backed away from his mind a bit, dimming his loud thoughts, and hoped it would work. Be the initiator but also the receiver, Kori. Is that possible? Is our bond, and his passion, strong enough to carry this on?)

  JT teased at her mouth, still holding her face delicately in his strong hands. His lips pulled hers gently as he savored her sighs. She felt his breathing quicken but the slow tenderness didn’t change. He kissed her with tiny sips, a sanity-bending torture. She smoothed her palms down the curiously soft skin on the sides of his ribs to his tightly-muscled waist, then wound her arms around behind him, drawing him in closer.

  The swell of her breasts pressing into him through the thin knit of her tee shirt nearly broke his resolve to be slow and take his time. “Oh, Christ, Kori,” he growled against her mouth before taking her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue dove inside; she met it with total abandon, her own breath falling harder as his hands slid from her face. One hand slipped down her back, pressing her tightly to his chest; the other tangled in her curls as he deepened their kiss.

  (My God, Kori thought dimly outside of her dream-self, it’s like watching a brush fire rage into the trees. Is this how we really are? This is so right, so honestly true that I can’t ever deny it after seeing this.)

  She pulled her face back a bit and broke away, intending to tell him what her real self was thinking, but all thoughts left her head as he began a tantalizing trail of kisses over her chin and down her throat to settle into that sensitive place he knew so well. He nipped at the soft curve, the day’s beard stubble tickling in the hollow and sending fire snaking into her core. She moaned softly and melted into him.

  ‘Fuck the tourbus, the world outside be damned, I love this woman. I want her desperately,’ JT thought, ‘and I intend to have her.’ He stumbled back toward the bed, his lips continuing their tender assault up her neck to the lobe of her ear. His legs made contact with the edge of the mattress.

  “I want you,” he breathed into her. His fingers untangled from her hair and dragged a slow path down to the hem of her shirt. “I burn for you.”

  She reached forward and found his zipper still undone, his erection straining the front of his briefs. She brushed her fingertips over him lightly, pulling a groan from deep in his throat.

  “God, love, don’t tease me like that. I’m ready to explode.”

  “It wasn’t meant to be a tease, JT,” she murmured.

  (No, not a tease at all… is everyone still asleep? God, I hope so…)

  She slowly opened her eyes then glanced around the suite; she’d closed the door to Zach’s room once he fell asleep, and closed her own when she left it. Cocking her head to one side, she listened carefully for any sound of someone up and about. All she heard was heavy breathing coming from the couch and a mumbled comment supplemented by a soft groan.

  With a sly smile, she unslouched from the depths of the overstuffed chair, then gasped as her dream-self was caressed by a hand that had insinuated itself down the front of her shorts. She shuddered as the insistent fingers brushed gently over her again.

  “Take these off.”

  Kori jerked her head to the right, completely expecting to find JT standing beside her; his whispered voice was so close she swore she could feel him exhale over her ear.

  (It’s the dream. I let him run with it and now he’s pulled me in so tight I don’t think I could break away even if I wanted to. Just like he always does. Only this time, I made it happen.)

  She eased her eyes closed and rejoined herself and JT in the dream.

  She slid her bike shorts and her satin panties down over her thighs and left them puddled on the floor, leaving her wearing only a t-shirt that reached almost to her knees.

  “Mmmm, that’s better,” he breathed into her hair as his fingers increased their pressure on her sensitive core.

  Kori peeked an eye open again to ensure they were still undisturbed. And to sneak a look at the couch. The single blanket he’d insisted was enough lay in a heap on the floor. JT normally slept in just his underwear but since he was in the sitting room of their suite, he’d opted to spend the night in a pair of flannel pajama pants. She wasn’t surprised to find the front bulging with his arousal, straining at the one snap that held the fly closed. He muttered and stirred his hips.

  (He can’t wake up. Not yet.)

  She wasn’t sure if it was his soft groan she heard or her own. The dream images she’d been seeing as a hazy overlay to reality suddenly shifted. No longer were they standing at the foot of the tourbus bed, slowly undressing one another. The scene in JT’s dream flashed and suddenly became frenzied mouths on overheated skin, roaming hands and teasing touches, the air rife with stifled moans and muted cries of pleasure.

  It was getting harder for her to tell where the dream ended and reality began. She was sitting in an easychair in a dim sitting room with her nightshirt tucked down over her knees, yet she was also crouching beside him on the bed, her lips tickling the head of his arousal, feeling his fingers gently stroking over her sensitive pearl of flesh, sending thrills that left goose bumps in their wake.

  She uttered a soft cry as she felt his fingers tangle in her hair and he thrust into the warm moist source of his pleasure.

  (This won’t hold much longer. I can feel the reality leaking through the web of his dream.)

  She undulated her tongue against his cock and swallowed over the sensitive tip.

  He groaned, both in the dream and aloud, albeit much quieter than in the safety of his dream. “You feel so damn good.”

  “Kori?” his voice, groggy and rough with sleep, came from the darkness on her right. The dream faded into mist and breezed away.

  Dammit!

  “Yeah,” she answered softly.

  JT squinted at her in the gloom. “What are you doing sitting out here in the dark?”

  She shrugged. “Watching you sleep.”

  “Oh.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I was having the most amazing dream…”

  I’ll bet. “Really? What about?” She leaned forward in her chair, digging
her elbows into her thighs to stop their trembling.

  “You. It’s only ever you.” He shook his head, chuckling. “We were… never mind. I miss you,” he finished instead. Realizing the tent in the front of his flannels, he snatched up the blanket and dragged it to his waist.

  Kori tilted her head, looking carefully at his face, her gaze settling on his parted, full lips. “I know what we were doing, JT. I was there.”

  “Of course you were there, love. I did say we were…wait, what?” His brows pinched. “You, meaning you,’ he said slowly, “were in my dream with me? But, you’re wide awake.”

  “Yeah. It seems I’ve figured out a new trick.” Kori sighed and chewed on her lip. “I miss you, too.”

  JT scooted to the floor and held up one side of the blanket that covered his legs. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

  Kori shook her head. “Anyone could wake up and walk out here. I don’t want to have to explain.”

  “It’s an innocent sit on the floor with a tall friend who’s have a bloody hard time sleeping on a short sofa. What’s to explain?” He waved the free side of the blanket, his face eager as a three-year-old anticipating candy.

  “I don’t trust that look,” she said, getting up anyway and moving to sit next to him, careful to keep a couple of inches of carpet between their legs.

  He scooted right over to touch her from hip to ankle and wrapped an arm over her shoulders. “Much better.”

  “I knew I shouldn’t trust that look.” She sagged against his side and tucked the blanket up to her waist, nestling her head into the hollow under his jaw. “And I’m sorry.”

  “What for?”

  Kori plucked at a loose thread on the blanket over her knees. “For commandeering your dream. I’ve never done that before. Never even tried it. I wasn’t sure if I could and so I tried it and now I feel like I’ve invaded your privacy, and I’m sorry.”

  JT snorted softly. “Privacy? There’s no privacy between you and me, love. Besides, I don’t have anything to hide from you. And even if I did, I don’t know that I could.” He tilted his head to drop a kiss on her hair. “If that’s how it’s gonna be every time you invite yourself into my sleep, feel free. I was certainly enjoying myself.”

  She tucked her chin down a little more and leaned further into his side to hide her face. “Still…” She exhaled heavily. “I feel so adrift. Mark and I don’t… sex is out of the question for him now. He doesn’t hold me and can barely manage a hug because it hurts too much And you can’t because, well, we don’t dare even hug where anyone can see. I guess I was looking for a little contact. But I stole it instead and I’m ashamed of myself.”

  JT shifted away and tucked two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to his. He wasn’t surprised to see that her eyes stayed focused on his mouth. He brushed his lips over hers slowly. “I love you.”

  Another slow graze across her mouth. “I am in love with you.”

  He slanted over her lips once more with exquisite tenderness. “You should never want for affection when I’m nearby.”

  Get ahold of yourself, Blackwood. Either one of them could walk in at any time. JT tipped his forehead to hers and blew out a breath. Reaching up to the sofa, he grabbed the pillow and flopped it down next to him on the carpet. He eased down to the floor, pulling Kori along with him until she was tucked in tight along his body.

  “JT, we can’t do this.” She struggled to get up, but her reeled her back in.

  “Hush, baby. I promise not to fall asleep. Just get comfy with me.”

  She fought against his arm again, albeit weaker than before. “But – “

  JT held her snugly to his chest. “No arguing. You need this.”

  Knowing a lost cause when she was laying shoulder to toe with one, Kori switched her attention to tugging down her nightshirt. JT tangled his legs with hers and laid a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Please get some rest, Kori. I’ll make sure you’re awake before anyone comes out.”

  She sighed and wriggled closer into his body, absorbing his touch like nourishment. Despite the hard floor and the scratchy carpet beneath her bare legs, sleep found her and she followed it away.

  Twenty-One

  JT folded his arms behind his head and lay back on the couch with a sigh. Everyone should fall asleep next to a decorated Christmas tree. He let his vision go soft and unfocused, bringing a dim, starry halo around each colored light. His thoughts drifted, just as unfocused as his eyes, as the last two days played randomly through his mind.

  The flight to Albuquerque was relatively uneventful unless one considered that both the take-off and arrival were within minutes of the posted flight times. Everyone was pretty quiet, even Zach, and he’s usually talkative when he knows he’s got a captive audience. Mark was zoning in and out with the new meds; he wasn’t sure what the pressurized cabin might do to him, so his pills came out a few hours early. Kori was understandably tired; I think she got as much sleep on the plane as she did last night. Once I could convince her to get up from the floor, that it wouldn’t do to be found lying on the carpet half-naked and wrapped around each other, I moved back up to the couch but she just plopped down in the armchair and stared at the walls. She didn’t say anything else to me before I fell asleep again, but then, she didn’t have to.

  Even before my discovery yesterday and all that it brought forth, it seemed I hadn’t lost that connection after all. She’d just gotten better at blocking me out. From the thoughts, anyway. Emotionally, she leaks like a sieve; I wonder if that’ll hold up when we’re further apart than we were Thanksgiving weekend. And when she was nearby and really tired, I got scattered bits and pieces of the thoughts, as well. That, too, has changed.

  Like last night. She felt happy and guilty at the same time. Kept thinking that she shouldn’t even have started anything at all, but that she deserved a smidgen of selfishness. I have to agree; she does so much for everyone else and tends to put off her own needs. But all that seems to lead to is her overdoing it when she finally gives in.

  God, she reminds me so much of me. Full-bore at everything. I don’t think either of us knows the meaning of ‘halfway.’ Should make for some grand knock-down-drag-outs if… what do I mean ‘if?’ As full of passion as we both are, there’s bound to be some real arguments. But the making up afterward will be just as strong, I’m sure. He smiled, thinking of the spitfire that was his Kori, then flexed his long legs and a grimace replaced the smile as his knees reminded him that he wasn’t a young man of twenty-something any more.

  Damn! that was an interminably long ride in that little rental car coming here from the airport…

  JT fought the urge to ask.

  He knew they weren’t there yet, but his knees were aching from being scrunched into the back of the rental car. Their original reservation had been for a compact car to take them from the airport to home; the back seat only needed room enough for Zach and any stray luggage that wouldn’t fit into the trunk. Of course that changed when JT was invited for the holiday, but nothing larger than a midsize was available on such short notice.

  Kori was driving; Mark was physically unable because of his pain medications, and JT didn’t know the way. Mark offered to ride in back since he was the shorter man, but JT knew he’d have a difficult time getting in and out of the confined space and argued to ride in back himself.

  He compressed his long frame into the car behind the driver’s seat and hoped the ride would end before his legs went numb. So far, so good. As long as I can feel the ache in my knees, I know that I can climb out without landing on my ass and making a complete fool of myself. But still, I do wonder how much longer? He watched out the window as the silence in the car stretched on. He didn’t recognize any of the landmarks; the only other time he’d been to her house was in total darkness months ago.

  He closed his eyes and sighed, getting lost in the memory of meeting her that first night and how, if not for Russell’s flu, he’d never have known she even existed at all. Fat
e’s a funny thing. It finds a way to manifest itself no matter what the circumstances. JT let his mind drift to the previous day and night, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips. What his face wanted to do was grin like an idiot, but that expression would require an explanation, so he didn’t dare, letting just the tiniest hint tug up the corners of his mouth. He felt the vehicle make a turn and opened his eyes again.

  They’d gotten off the main road and were now winding through a residential neighborhood. Shouldn’t be much longer now. I may not remember the entire route, but I do know there were only a few more turns once we left the main road. A couple of sidestreets later proved his memory and they pulled into the driveway.

  Glad I was able to make a dignified exit from the back seat. Except for the stretching and groaning bit, that is. Still, there’s something to be said for not falling on my arse when I unscrumpled and stood up.

  And came in to this place that has her everywhere. Photos she’s taken and photos she’s in, books she’s read (I can tell the favorites, they look tattered from rereading), that private little nook tucked away in the sun porch where her desk and computer are almost hidden by all the plants (the place where she wrote about me so exquisitely true and still so much nobler than I’ll ever hope to be). All of the knickknacks and keepsakes and every little thing that makes this house scream out ‘happy home.’

  Or, well, it used to be. Then came Mark’s illness and then came me. Although we didn’t really know it actually occurred in that order at first. I still feel like such a selfish shit, even though it turns out that I’m not a homewrecker at least. She was going to be without him whether I wandered into the picture or not.

  Stop kicking yourself, JT. Fate has its reasons and its ways, and its way this time was to make sure she knew she had a safe, loving haven to collapse into. And that she knew about it, and all the love that it held for her, before she needed it. Before. Not as a rebound comfort, not as a result of losing him, but as a place to go when she did.

  Relax and let it unfold. This time you’re an instrument of fate and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.