by Milly Taiden
She moaned into his mouth, her breathing ragged and her libido in overdrive. His delectable arm muscles shifted under her touch. He sucked on her tongue, and a soft rumble sounded in his chest and made her body shudder.
Her bikini top disappeared off her body. Yep, definitely a dream. She sucked in a gulp of air and watched his fire-rimmed irises brighten with need.
“You’re mine.”
She licked her lips, loving the taste of him still on her lips. “Right now, I can be anything you want.”
It was a dream. She might as well live it up. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her tight nipples.
“You like that?”
Like it? She couldn’t move; her bones had melted into the mattress. “Oh, yes.”
“That’s good, baby. I want you to tell me everything you like. Tell me how you want it.”
She bit the inside of her mouth. She’d never been the dirty-talking sexual person. But Hamel was giving her such a domineering, hungry look, she wanted to say something to keep him going. To make him lose control. “Hard.”
She did want it hard. The feel of his erection pressing at her bikini-covered crotch was driving her insane. He lowered his head, took her breast in his mouth, licking and biting her nipple before sucking it deeply between his lips.
“Oh. My. God!” she moaned, her belly quivering and her bottoms soaked from how turned on she was.
He massaged her other breast, thumbing her nipple and tugging lightly. The pricks of pain were enough to send fire shooting straight to her clit. She’d never realized how sensitive her nipples were. Holy crap, his touch was making her so wet. She was ready to come from every lick, every bite. Then there were his growls. She’d never been with a man so animalistic. It should worry her how hot she found his wildness, but all it did was turn her on more.
He pulled back. The glow in his eyes held her captive. “You have such a beautiful body. I can’t wait to be deep inside you, making you mine.”
She blinked and swallowed against the dryness in her throat. Her brain told her to say something, but she’d forgotten how to speak. Besides, what would she say? Thank you?
He slid a hand down to her bikini bottom and pushed the material at her pussy aside, dipping his finger into her slick sheath. “Ah, sweetheart. You’re wet. So fucking wet,” he rumbled, leaving a damp trail from her nipple to her belly. She leaned back on the bed, grabbing two pillows and shoving them under her head. What a view.
She moaned with each slide of his digits into her channel. Good god, that felt amazing. He undid the ties at the sides of her bikini bottom and pushed the flimsy material away from her sex completely. She inhaled an unsteady breath. “Hamel . . .”
“Shh.” His lip curled into a wicked grin. “You will be screaming out my name in a minute, beautiful.” His voice held a rough quality she hadn’t heard before. “You might not realize this yet,” he told her, “but you’re mine.” He spread her folds and rubbed his thumb on her clit. “Fuck. You make me desperate to shove my face between your legs. Your tight little hole’s searching for my cock.”
She whimpered, her muscles tensing as he flicked his thumb over her clit again. “Oh, dear god!”
Lust raged in her blood. She’d never been with a man who made her feel so . . . so much. So much need. So much desperation. Lack of control. She wanted everything at that moment and she didn’t give a shit that it was only a dream.
“You want me to eat your pussy, don’t you?” His voice was even rougher than before, almost impossible to understand. “I know you do. I saw it the moment our eyes met. You want me to fill you with cock. My cock. Right?”
She nodded, her chest rising and falling with short bursts of air. He rolled two fingers into her and coated them with the moisture gathered there. To make things even dirtier, he brought them to his lips. She watched, wide-eyed, as he inserted both into his mouth and mmmm’d as he sucked.
Goddamn that was all kinds of dirty and sexy. And why was this the first time she’d seen a guy do that? Hamel might be a porn star acting as a scientist because no man she’d been with in forever had looked at her like that as he sucked her off his fingers. “Damn, Hamel. I had no idea you were this kind of freaky.”
He flared his nostrils and glanced between her legs, his fingers pressing at her clit once more. She wiggled into his touch, her body tensing with the need to come. “This isn’t near freaky enough, baby girl. I don’t just want your taste on my fingers. I want my tongue in your pussy, lapping at the source.”
Her eyes widened. Oh, hell no. Guys didn’t do . . . that. Not to her. She was too shy to try it. But watching Hamel’s head lower between her legs, his gaze stuck on hers, she could do nothing more than gape.
He circled her entrance, licking and swirling his tongue up to her clit.
“H-Hamel,” she moaned.
“Yes. That’s it. Moan for me,” he grunted. “I’m going to make you come hard, my love.”
Oh, boy. He’d called her “my love.” That right there would normally scare the shit out of her, but since this was a dream she loved it. She could let herself believe during this dream that everything was fucking awesome.
“Your pussy’s so pretty.” He licked her clit, pressing his tongue on the little pleasure center. “So pink and swollen.” A quick swipe over her folds and she was arching off the mattress, the wind caressing her nipples and puckering them even tighter. “So fucking wet.” He gave a long, slow lick up from ass to clit. “You’re mine. I want your scent all over my face. All over my cock.” He rubbed his mouth and chin on her pussy, his tongue curling and dancing over her hard button.
Holy mother of men with motorized tongues. He really knew how to work his mouth. While his tongue danced over her clit in furious strokes, he rubbed a finger over her asshole. Oh, good gracious. Things were getting really freaky now. She’d only read about this kind of stuff in romance novels. A girl needed something to unwind and those romances with men who did the wild thing and knew how to treat a girl were the stuff of her dreams.
Hamel’s slick finger went in and out of her ass at the same time his tongue went in and out of her pussy. She gave a loud groan. With every thrust of his tongue into her, he slid the finger farther into her ass.
“Oh my god,” she cried, her pussy grasping at nothing.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my mouth. Let me taste you on my tongue.”
Her muscles tightened with tension and her legs shook. Her pussy clenched, and a loud cry sounded from her as her release rode through her in an angry, forceful wave. Holy fuck, that was amazing. Like she’d never experienced before. Moisture dripped from her onto the bed. His tongue lapped at her, low growls sounding from between her legs.
Shudder after shudder rocked her body. She breathed hard. Her pussy felt empty. She wanted him, and he’d heightened her desire tenfold. She sat up, not trusting her legs for a second. He met her gaze, his mouth dewy from her climax.
Her blood felt aflame. She could barely form a coherent thought. He slid a finger ever so slowly between her labia, pushing into her. A loud groan left him when her pelvic muscles sucked him in.
“After making you come and watching you struggle to catch your breath, you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He licked his lips and glanced at her sweat-laden torso. “You want my cum inside you, coating your pussy and filling you with my seed. Don’t deny it. I know what you want.”
This was unlike her. She didn’t do the dirty talking or have men promise her hard sex. They definitely didn’t suggest coming inside and promise to make her a baby. But instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, like she’d been raised to believe, she was turned on. He was right. She wanted every word he said, and this was her dream, dammit! She could get as freaky as she wanted.
She watched him pounce on the bed. The movement caught her off guard and her jaw dropped open. “How
did you―”
He gave a low growl. She wondered why Hamel was so animalistic in her dream. And why did that turn her on so much? He pushed her legs open with a wiggle of his hips. His cock went straight to her entrance and slipped inside her just a fraction. Enough to make her tense and want to lift her hips, looking for deeper penetration. God! This guy was going to kill her with his teasing.
“You need to―”
“No. Don’t even think it. I’m not moving.” He rumbled the words out. He sucked her lip between his teeth and nibbled on her mouth. Fuck, that was so good. “I’m staying right where I am, teasing you. Feeling your pussy suck at the head of my cock until you admit you’re mine.” He jerked his hips enough to give her a taste of what was to come and pulled back.
“Oh, my,” she whimpered.
“It only gets better. When you tell me you’re mine,” he grunted, his lips pressing hard over hers before he met her gaze again, “that this hot, tight pussy is mine. I’m going to take you, fuck you, own you, and stamp myself so far inside, you will never forget who you belong to,” he rumbled, caging her head with his hands.
What in the hell had she been secretly wishing for to get this kind of dream? Oh, who cared? She damn well loved it.
His features had gone from handsome man to feral and wildly sensual. “Say it,” he encouraged. “Say the words, baby girl. Then, and only then, will I fuck you raw and fill you with cum. Fill you with my seed and my babies.”
She couldn’t think at all. Just the image of him coming inside her had broken her thinking process. All she wanted at that point was to experience him fully inside her, making her his. This was a dream, and so he could get his way and she could get hers. “Yes,” she moaned softly. “I’m yours. All yours.”
He pressed his lips roughly over hers, demanding entrance, and thrust into her mouth with his tongue at the same time he plunged with his cock. She didn’t expect her body to unravel so quickly. Tension unfurled like a flower opening at the first sign of spring. How could he do that? Make her come with a single thrust?
He swallowed her scream through their kiss, fucking her hard and rough, not stopping for a second. Not through her mind-ripping orgasm or the follow-up shudders that left her legs shaking. He thrust fast, deep, and pulled back just as quickly, taking her pussy with wild, quick strokes. Her body was his and he took and gave equally. He sank his cock into her with swift moves. Each faster than the last. Building her up again, closer and closer. She’d come again soon.
She couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. Her perspiration-slicked body allowed him to slide farther into her. It didn’t matter that they were outdoors and there was a breeze; her body was on fire from the inside. She pulled back from their air-stealing kiss to gasp a breath. Feral grunts and moans came from both. Sex was never like this. This was more. He was marking her as his and she loved it. She dug her nails into his back, urging him deeper into her body. God, yes! More. More. More. His cock branded her like scorching iron. Her pussy quivered with her need for him.
He grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it to his waist, giving a tilt to her hips. Holy shit, this was it. She was so close, she could taste it. The move allowed him to rub against her hard clit with his pelvis. The first rub and she choked on an inhale. The second rub and she went flying.
Her back curved off the mattress. A hoarse scream flew from her lips as contractions made her pussy flutter. She was tasting colors. Her blood sang and her muscles went lax. He tensed, riding the wave of her orgasm. Her pussy sucked hard at his dick. Her nerve endings felt one hundred times magnified, until he slowed, taking shallow plunges. He tensed, readying for his own release. His cock pulsed, thickening with another orgasm coursing through her body.
Then he roared. A loud, wild sound of ownership with the word “mine” ushered from his lips. He brought his mouth down and scraped his fangs on her shoulder at the same time he bit his claws into her leg, leaving a fiery scratch on her thigh. She came hard at the feel of his bite. So hard she saw white spots dance behind her lids. It didn’t end there.
Hot spurts of semen filled her channel as he gave in. She loved it. This dream had gone from sexy to holy shit it needed to repeat itself every night for the rest of her life. She didn’t give a damn if this was a dream, she wanted him to make her his, make her pregnant, and make her come as many times as possible.
She didn’t get much of a chance to enjoy Hamel and his expert-level lovemaking, though. As she glanced into his golden eyes and wondered what made them that way, he brushed his lips over hers and whispered, “I have to go.”
“Wait . . .” She cleared her throat and sat up, watching him get off the bed. What the hell? This was her dream. She should be able to control this. “Where are you going? This is my dream. I haven’t been with a man in real life in forever. I want to enjoy my time with you here.”
The sun started to set. All she could think was that they’d been having sex for hours. If only. He stepped away. She stood, ready to go after him and figure out why her dream wasn’t going as planned. “Hamel, wait.”
He was about ten yards away now, moving farther away.
“Hamel?”
He turned to face her, and the look of ownership wasn’t disguised. “You’re mine, Melinda. Mine.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Did she really want to argue with her dream? She thought better and decided to ask him back on the bed, when something unreal happened. Hamel changed. He fucking changed from a big, buff and hot guy with an amazing tongue and a cock she wanted to worship, into a giant black cat. Holy fuck!
She stumbled back, unsure what to say or do. The cat’s eyes glowed, the same color Hamel’s eyes had been throughout her dream. Then the cat was off. It darted so fast into the trees, she felt immediately lost without it. Hamel had turned into a kitty. This just proved one thing: She’d lost her fucking mind.
Chapter Eight
Melinda woke with the sheets wrapped around her and sweating. Holy fucking on sugar sand, her dream was . . . was . . . fucking great! First sex she’d had in years. Not the usual way it was done, but damn, her body didn’t know any different. To her brain, she had real sex without any soreness or wet spot the next morning. Hell, she should bottle that. Then she realized a male teen’s wet dream was the same thing. That kinda ruined the romantic vibe she had going.
Her phone played “Sweet Home Alabama,” telling her it was time to get up. She rolled and stretched, working out any stiffness—and she’d definitely worked out his stiffness—remaining from sleep. She laughed at herself. How pathetic could she be? Finding satisfaction from a wet dream. Granted, it was a freaking hot as hell with multi-orgasms wet dream, but still.
After a shower, breakfast, and driving to work, she’d returned to her normal boring self. “Hey. Melinda, wait up.” Her face instantly flushed. The man in her dreams, the man who’d eaten her pussy like it was his last meal, was standing beside her. Thank freaking god he couldn’t read her mind. He took a deep breath.
“Something bothering you this morning?” he asked.
She kept her eyes firmly on the glass door entrance to her building. “Nope, woke up feeling pretty good. How about you?”
“I woke up stiff. The hotel’s beds aren’t the best.”
She bet he woke up more than stiff. She’d be willing to work it out again, after locking her lab room’s door. She was going to hell. That’s the only place this could lead to. She laughed and let out a sigh. “Wish I could help you there, Hamel. But outside the brain’s REM state, I’m pretty useless.”
He looked at her like she was crazy, which made her laugh more. “Inside joke, sorry,” she added. “Besides waking up stiff, how did you sleep?”
Hamel rubbed the back of his neck. “I feel like I was rode hard and put away wet.” She almost fell to the floor, she was laughing so hard.
Gasping for breaths, she laid
a hand over her chest. “I apologize again, Hamel. It’s just the way you said it was so funny.” She pulled her key from her purse and unlocked the lab.
After stepping over the threshold, she froze. One gasp was all she could take in. No words came to mind. Hamel stopped close behind her. “Holy fuck.”
Most of the lab had been destroyed. Machines and hardware lay busted, scattered on the floor. Cabinet doors hung open with contents scooped out, joining everything else on the floor. Every file with papers or binders was ripped open and tossed, as if someone systematically rifled through them.
The first thing that came to her mind was the defenseless little white mice. Were they here or even alive? She dashed in, pulling away from Hamel’s grip on her arm. His voice registered in her head, but not his words. Whatever he thought could wait a few minutes.
Immediately she saw the cages on the far cabinets were there and didn’t look disturbed. Her heart began to beat again. Focusing on the beloved critters and not where she was walking, her foot caught on something and the sheets of loose paper she stood on slipped on the smooth floor. Well, shit. She was going down.
She braced for a hard impact that didn’t come. One of her squeezed-closed eyes popped open to see why. Large but gentle hands had her around the waist, a very strong arm gliding around to lift and pull her against a hard body.
Her heart beat so hard from the adrenaline, fear for the mice, and the dash to get to them, all she could do was lean against the hot body and listen to the soothing words in her ear. The words told her to calm down. The mice were fine and everything else could be replaced. She was safe as long as she didn’t run off and do something stupid. So much for soothing words.
That brought her out of her fear-induced haze. And made her angry. She’d never run off and do something stupid. Who the hell said that? She fought the arms that held her tightly, but they didn’t let her go. Fine. She twisted around to push away and found herself chest to chest with Hamel.