Quicksilver Dreams (Dreamwalkers)

by Adele, Danube

  “Damn Taylor...so fucking pretty.” There was reverence in his rough tone.

  I felt the heat of his stiff erection pressing against my ass and reached back to hook my hands around him, pulling him into me, rubbing against him, causing him to suck air through his teeth with a guttural sound of need from deep in his belly.

  “Not yet,” he growled. “I don’t want this over too soon.”

  “Oh, Ryder,” I breathed, wanting it all.

  In a matter of seconds, my T-shirt was pulled off. His hands found the tie at my waist, and the sweatpants pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked, but I didn’t have time for self-consciousness. His hands were on my breasts again, causing me to melt in place, moaning with helpless need.

  He shoved his thigh between my legs, separating them, opening me up, widening my stance. I could feel the cool air kissing me intimately and shivered with the new sensation. Then his hand was sliding down my stomach slowly, torturously, and I found I was holding my breath, my nails curling into my palms on the stone counter. I exhaled in a rush when he reached his goal, moving over my mound of soft brown curls, sliding through the cream, rubbing expertly, deliciously.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered with awe, his fingers tracing the slit of my lips and finding the nubbin of sensitized flesh.

  “Ryder!” I gasped sharply, my hips jerking against his fingers, shocked by my own body’s reaction. I’d never felt so out of control before.

  “Is this for me?” His breath was uneven. He spread my cream over my clit, making me whimper with burning need. My hips naturally rolled against his fingers.

  “Yes.”

  “Were you thinking about this over dinner?” His husky voice was quietly hungry. “I felt your heat reaching out to me. It was like a blanket of desire just for me.”

  “I was.”

  “What were you thinking?”

  Too far gone to be embarrassed, I burst out breathlessly, “I wanted to run my hands over you. I wanted to taste you.”

  He turned me around, pressed into me. My breasts crushed against his chest, so blistering hot was our skin-to-skin. My hips cradled his hardness through his pants as his strong lips claimed mine. We were voracious, tasting, biting, his sensual lips slanting on mine over and over again, unable to get enough. I was practically on my tiptoes, my arms looped over his shoulders, fingers through his black hair, surrounded by heat that was making me frantic.

  His hand pulled my thigh up to his hip, and his hard, jutting erection rubbed against my clit. Wanting to feel his skin, I found the tie at his waist and went to work on it, desiring so much to feel him against me. His pants dropped. He kicked them away, and his length was scorching hot against my stomach. He grabbed my thigh again, pulling it up to his hip.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his expression almost savage with need. With both of my legs locked around his lean waist, he walked to the bedroom, the ambient moonlight from the window enough to silhouette the shape of the bed. He tossed me on the center of it before following me down, trapping my thighs open under his weight. He came down between them, resting his hips there, his engorged cock branding the soft skin of my hip.

  “I love how you feel on me,” I whispered in a sultry voice I hardly recognized.

  “You drive me crazy.” He frowned down at me with sudden intensity. His eyes followed his fingers as they traced a path over my lips and neck and down to a nipple that was alert and begging for attention.

  “Don’t stop,” I half hissed and half whimpered.

  Hungrily, his lips found my nipple and strongly sucked, his teeth raking it, licking it until I cried out mindlessly with the pleasure of it. Turning to my other breast, he lavished the same attention until I was moaning and crying out uncontrollably, rolling my hips beneath him, wanting what only he could provide, riding on a tide of need.

  His fingers drew a line down my rib cage to my mound again. This time, he pushed two fingers in, stretching me, making my nerve endings tingle hotly. He began a rhythm with his fingers that my hips answered involuntarily, bucking against him.

  Oh...damn. “Ryder!”

  “Easy, baby...” He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck.

  His fingers were plundering me, first slow and easy, then harder. I gasped with the invasion, moaned with the pleasure cascading through me. The heat wound tighter and tighter, and the whole time, he watched me, his expression carnal as his fingers slowed their rhythm again.

  “You haven’t done this much?”

  “No.”

  “Does this feel good?” He looked at me with that sexy, dark, predatory look.

  “Yes.”

  “You want more?”

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Why are you stopping?”

  “I want to make sure you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready. I need you, Ryder.” I rocked against his hand, wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

  “Taylor, you’re fucking beautiful.” His tone was roughly hoarse, and then his lips found mine again, his tongue sliding home, where I sucked it and caressed it with my own. His fingers were moving in me, but slowly, just enough to tease and frustrate. It just wasn’t enough. The need to reach the pinnacle had my entire body pulsing.

  “Ryder!” I cried, straining against him. “I want you inside me.”

  “Are you sure?” He pulled his fingers out, rubbing them against my swollen clit.

  “Yes.” Taking the bull by the horn, I ran a hand down his chest and grasped his hot length, my fingers unable to enclose his girth fully. He was so big. I ran my thumb over the head, which already had a drop of moisture on it. Ryder closed his eyes, gritting his teeth before stopping my hand’s motion.

  “Not now.” His voice shook.

  His weight settled fully between my thighs, and my body sighed with the feel of him there, so right. He took a moment to slide a condom on, but then I felt the engorged mushroom-shaped head at my entrance. He rubbed against my superslick opening teasingly, once, twice, three times. Then he drove in firmly to the hilt, stretching me, with a harsh, masculine groan. We were body to body, my hips rising to meet his first, deep thrust.

  “Son of a... Oh, babe, you’re so fucking tight.” His lip curled as he savored the feel of our bodies joined.

  Then he moved, and nerve endings cried with the pleasurable friction. He guided my legs around him, and he pumped his thick length in, and it felt so full and right, his lips on my neck, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing and plumping it as he held himself up on one elbow, face-to-face with me. His lips found mine again, savoring, sucking at them. My hands found his ass, squeezing his cheeks, pulling him into me.

  He groaned huskily into my mouth, driving my pleasure even more, his strokes coming faster. Harder. Our bodies slapped together, punctuated by my breathless cries and his guttural groans.

  I was flying higher, getting hotter, muscles tightening. The sensation was almost too much. “Ohmygod...yes...more...”

  Hands grabbing my ass cheeks, he started pounding into me.

  “Ryder,” I panted, meeting his thrusts, my sheath tightening on him, “I’m going to come. Ohmygod.” My clit rubbed perfectly against his pistoning hips, and the blazing heat flashed through my body in powerful waves, curling my toes and making me explode, crying out, convulsing around his cock, squeezing him tightly.

  Dimly, I heard Ryder come with a hoarse shout, his thigh muscles bunching, his hips straining to go as deeply as he could, and then his weight was on me, our breathing shallow, our hearts pounding, and our skin moist. Contentment blanketed us, and we were unable to move.

  It was some time before I could think again, and I needed to only because Ryder’s weight was crushing me.

  “Can’t breathe,” I murmured.

  His reply was a nonverbal grunt, though
he pulled himself off me sideways and flung an arm around my waist, hauling me up against his chest. My butt rested against his cock, which was still semihard, and I felt safe and cared for, enveloped as I was by his embrace. It felt so intimate. It was a nice way to be. I’d never spooned with anyone before. I had to say I liked it. And I now understood the big deal with sex. It was absolutely mind-blowing. Bringing my own self to orgasm was just lukewarm and not nearly as much fun by comparison. There were layers of sensation that I’d never reached. I hugged that knowledge in the darkness.

  Ryder rolled away briefly to take the condom off, but then he was back, pulling the thick blanket over the two of us. His warm, rough hand stroked the soft skin of my belly while his lips pressed gentle kisses against the side of my neck.

  “For the record, I think you did that very well,” Ryder murmured languidly.

  “It was even better than I remembered from my dreams,” I murmured teasingly, feeling strangely shy in the darkness now that the fireworks had died down.

  After a short stretch of silence, his whiskers scraped my skin as I felt his smile on the back of my neck. “You aren’t mad?”

  “I was at first, but truthfully, you made an impact. I’d never felt that way before. I always figured I just wasn’t a highly sexual person.”

  “I knew I should have probably bailed from the dream, but...you were irresistible. I couldn’t leave. You were a living fantasy, made flesh. I’d wanted you for a long time.”

  Wow. No one had ever said that to me before.

  “Did I pull you into my dreams?”

  He nodded. “It was a new experience for me. And there you were.”

  “Oh, my God.” I covered my face. I could just imagine what he’d encountered: me, naked and tied up on my bed.

  “No. Don’t be embarrassed,” he said shortly. “It wasn’t the first time I’d seen you in a dream.”

  “What do you mean? Did I pull you into my sex dreams more than twice?”

  “No. I mean—” He paused as though uncomfortable with what he was going to say. “I don’t know. I recognized you.”

  “Like before you knew me?”

  “Just déjà vu, I guess. I don’t know. I recognized you, so when I was pulled into your dream, it wasn’t a surprise but a gift. It was like you were there, waiting just for me.”

  A bell rang in my head. There was something important attached to this, but it was elusive, dancing just out of sight of my mind’s eye. Feeling a sense of fateful purpose on top of hearing his hesitant confession made the hair rise on the back of my neck. This was starting to feel spooky-strange.

  “Which reminds me—” he rolled me onto my back, looming over me, so I could see his displeasure, “—you put yourself in danger back on Earth and in the marketplace here.”

  “I wasn’t looking for trouble,” I protested, tracing my fingers over his knitted brow, soothing it.

  “You were almost killed. Twice.” He pulled my hand to his chest, glaring down at me so as not to be distracted.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I couldn’t protect you,” he insisted roughly.

  “Well, of course you couldn’t. And you won’t be able to most of the time. We have separate lives.”

  “Which is why it’s so important that you take every precaution. I couldn’t take it if anything happened to you. I barely arrived in time.” The look of pain crossed his face briefly, but he pushed it away almost immediately.

  “Wait a minute.” I sat up wide-eyed. I knew there’d been something I couldn’t put my finger on about his rescue back on Earth, and here it was. “How did you get to me so fast? At the restaurant. You know, my lunch with my boss?”

  “What do you mean?” His eyes sort of shuttered, which made me feel like he actually did have something to hide.

  I hated risking another fight and losing this new, wonderful feeling of intimacy, but I needed to know where we stood. I wasn’t a child and wouldn’t abide being treated like one. I wanted some answers.

  “You know what I mean. How did you know what part of town to find me in? L.A.’s a big town, and I hung up on you without telling you.”

  He took a deep breath, giving me his frowning, grim look. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? It’s late.” He lay back on his pillow with sort of a guilty expression, scrubbing his hands over his face, but I followed him. I climbed over him, straddling his hips, and forced him to look up at me.

  A hint of a smile played around his lips, telling me he wasn’t taking me all that seriously, especially since his eyes were eating me up. His hands ran up my rib cage to cup my breasts, but I grabbed his wrists before they reached their target and held them down on the bed by his head, which I knew he was allowing me to do. Clearly, he was strong enough to overpower me.

  This new position had interest flaring in his eyes, but I was not going to be derailed.

  “How?”

  He gave a long sigh. “A tracking device.”

  I stared at him a moment, uncomprehending. “A tracking device?”

  “On your phone. I transferred into your apartment and attached one.” He watched me carefully, as though gauging my reaction by my facial expression.

  “You put a tracking device on my phone?” I was incredulous, wondering how in the world he could have managed.

  “But if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found you. Bear that in mind before you get mad at me.”

  Was I mad? Considering the alternative (being in a ditch somewhere), I couldn’t be a hypocrite and get on his case, but I didn’t want this to become a habit.

  “I’m not mad, but I don’t want you making those kinds of executive decisions behind my back anymore. I want you to talk to me. I think I’m pretty reasonable about my own health and safety.”

  With a more serious expression, he nodded. “Fair enough. But know that I need you safe.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’ve noticed. You were so worried earlier.” I shook my head, not understanding. “Why? I was fine. There was nothing wrong with me, but you were still flipping out.”

  He held his breath, and for just a moment I thought I saw a haunted look flicker there, but he forced himself to smile and relax. He wasn’t giving anything away.

  “I wasn’t flipping out, I was just worried. It was a natural reaction.” I’d relaxed my grip on his wrists on the bed, and he suddenly reversed their positions and grabbed hold of my wrists. Widening his arms while holding on to me forced me down so my breasts brushed his chest hair. That felt good, and I closed my eyes with a throaty moan, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, taking a moment to rub my nipples back and forth.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore,” he murmured in a suggestive tone.

  He was obviously trying to avoid sharing this, and I let myself be distracted as his mouth found mine, brushing soft, gentle kisses to my lips. His tongue lightly flicked their seam, tempting me to open my mouth, but instead, I pulled just far enough away to look down at him.

  “Why, Ryder? You know so much about me. It’s only fair. You were in my mind, without my even knowing, long enough to learn all my secrets. Tell me one of your secrets. Help me understand a part of you.” Taking a shot in the dark, I asked, “Does it have something to do with your sister’s death?”

  His lips tightened, and he looked deeply into my eyes, then closed his, shaking his head. It was like he had no idea what to say. Swiftly putting me off to the side away from him, he swung his legs off the bed and stood. He grabbed another pair of sweats from a drawer to put on, turning his back to me.

  It pained me to lose our connection. My heart ached at the stretch of silence. I could only assume he was angry with me.

  Was it wrong to want to know? Was it wrong to ask? We’d just been in each other’s minds and bodies. Didn’t I deserve to understand why he was so ready to
fight with me about wearing a miniskirt, and why he was so ready to cast me as his enemy and threaten me with imprisonment, as he’d done earlier? That one still kind of hurt as I thought about it.

  “Ryder?”

  “Do you want a cup of water?” he asked stonily.

  “No thanks,” I said quietly. He left the room abruptly, and tears pricked my eyes.

  Maybe I didn’t have the right to know. Maybe I’d been right all along. Maybe he felt like this was a very temporary situation that we’d been forced into, and the difference between us was that he’d known it all along, and I had allowed myself to have girly fantasies of dating, with wistful thoughts of hearts and flowers. Here I was sitting naked in his room, asking him questions like we meant something to each other, when he maybe saw me as a responsibility with “benefits.” Embarrassment lit my face, and feelings of stupidity lanced my chest.

  What to do?

  Shut it off. Go home. Figure it all out later.

  Silent tears spilled down my cheeks, and I let the pillow catch them as I turned on my side away from the archway. No way did I want him to know that I was such a silly girl. I needed to get dressed and finish the night out in the library on the couch, just as I had the previous night. Obviously I’d freaked him out with my nagging questions. I hadn’t known the rules of this exchange, but I understood now, and they were not acceptable to me. I wasn’t going to be a side of fries.

  Happily ever after is for fairy tales. If I could just remember that...

  I sat up to look for my clothes. I thought I’d left the clothing from Cynthia draped over the bed, which meant it was likely on the floor at this point.

  Good going, Taylor. Way to screw up the post-coital bliss. I couldn’t help the sarcasm. I had tried to warn him I wasn’t good at this stuff. More tears splashed down my cheeks, but I stood, pulling the fluffy blanket with me, and grabbed for my clothing.