Wet Dream

Chapter 1

“Did you make a purchase from the lingerie store yesterday?”

The question is almost stupid. I already have the bank statement in hand, but perhaps I wish ‌he would at least have the decency to come clean with it or to tell me something that would make all of this better. Something or anything that would make it so that I didn’t just waste all this time for nothing.

Jerome, the man I’ve wasted a year of my life on sits on my beat-up couch, laid back with his feet outstretched on the coffee table beside the X-Box I’d bought him for Christmas last year–each day I regret buying it for him more and more.

And now, my eyes settle on the couch beneath him; when I bought it, it was cream white and now it’s nothing but a shade of mustard yellow from all the stains. I tried to have it deep cleaned, but it always ends up turning back into a mess, so I gave up. Now, I’m starting to understand that it wasn’t cleaning all the messes that I should have given up on.

I should have given up on him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He grunts, eyes not even leaving the videogame on the TV screen as he takes a drag from his blunt and then a sip from his beer.

“I’m talking about the call I just got from the bank that all of my goddamn money is gone. Purchases on beer, lingerie, and a lot of cash withdrawals that don’t make any sense to me” I toss the bank statement in his direction.

“If you’re going to buy your whores gifts at least don’t use my fucking money!”

Now that seems to grab his attention.

He places the beer bottle on the coffee table as he turns to face me. The look of anger on his face used to scare the living daylights out of me, but now I feel nothing but remorse.

“YOUR goddamn money? Last time I checked, it’s a joint account meaning whatever is in there is mine too.”

“You’re right. It is a joint account but the last time I also checked I was the only one in this house that’s been putting money in it. I mean when was the last time you even got up from that couch?” I ask, already knowing what he would answer back, so I beat him to the punch.

“-And no, playing basketball with your friends doesn’t count because you shouldn’t even be hanging out with them! Not when you’re barely getting by. Did you even go to that interview I set up for you?”

“Damn! When did you become such a bitch, Deonne!? You’re worse than my goddamn mother. If I had known that this is what you would be like, I would never have even moved in!” he lets out a breath of exasperation.

His statement feels like the final nail in the coffin. After all this time, after all I’ve given, and after all he’s taken, he can’t even have the decency to be sorry about it. All the hesitation I’ve been carrying for so long dissipates. This has been a long time coming, I was just too blind to see it.

My fists unclench, I didn’t even realize that I was holding on so tightly. Letting out a deep breath, a moment of clarity hits me. I didn’t even notice I was in a haze for so long.

“Then why did you even move in with me?” My voice comes out as barely a whisper, and that seems to hit him. I see his features soften.

“Because I love you, Deonne. I’m sorry. I know I made some mistakes, but I’m trying. You know it’s been hard out here after my boss fired me for no reason–”

That wasn’t true…he was fired after going into work late numerous times, and that was if he went at all. When I snap back to focus, it’s to catch the end of his spiel:

“–Sure I hit a rough patch, but doesn’t everyone? I’m trying! You have to believe me when I say I am trying.” He stands up and walks toward me. He grabs my shoulders and Jerome looks at me with the same face that would usually have me crawling back to him. His sad brown eyes always had an effect on me, but this time, they just didn’t.

I’m too fed up. Shrugging out of his hold, I step back and wrap my arms around myself.

“I don’t, Jerome. I don’t believe you even as much as I want to. I just can’t anymore.”

His face changes way too quickly, and the soft expression of remorse and guilt distorts into rage. He grabs the beer bottle, throwing it across the room and it smashes against the wall before falling to the floor in a plethora of broken green shards.

I flinch at the sound as he stomps closer to me, each step he takes I take one back until my back is pressed against the door. He’s never hit me- for all the bullshit he put me through that’s one thing he never did but with his fists clenched so tightly and his nostrils flaring, I think that ‌he just might.

But I’m not scared. He’s taken too much from me.

“What? You think you can just throw me the hell out!? I’m all you have Deonne!” He slams his fist against the wall beside my head. “When everyone leaves you. I’ll be the one who’s here. I’m it, Deonne. You’re not going to get anything better than this. Who else would want you–when you’re a four at best? If you don’t have me, you’re gonna die alone. If you don’t have me, you’ll have nothing!”

His words hit me like a truck because a part of me actually believes him. That’s why I stayed so long, but now anything, even if it is nothing, is better than this.

“Well, I don’t want this anymore, Jerome. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. If it means I’m gonna die alone, then so be it. I’d rather be alone than be with you any longer.” I’ve never heard myself speak so coldly to him before. But I can see that my words hit him; he takes an unsteady step back.

“What? What the hell does that mean?”

I try to ignore the distressed look on his face because if I do I might just take it all back.

“You can’t do this to me!–To us, Dee. Please don’t fucking do this.”

Unable to help myself, I look him in the eye one last time.

“I’m sorry Jerome. I really am. But get the hell out of my house!”

CHAPTER 2

His breath feels warm against my skin. It feels soft, like a caress. He runs his hands through my soft coily hair and it sends shivers through me. My breathing becomes erratic and my eyes close. His lips set out to explore every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in their wake, which are like a drug to me.

“Mhmhmm…” A breathy moan escapes my lips as a shudder ripples through me, he presses soft kisses into my neck. I’ve never felt this way even with Jerome. It had always been fast and rough and not in a good way but this man, someone I don’t know, he takes his time.

Pulling away from me, he stares down at me and I finally see his face. Long blonde, nearly-silver hair drapes over his high cheekbones as he looks at me with piercing green eyes so deep it feels like he can see into the depths of my soul. He’s so beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He takes the words out of my mouth as he gazes down at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before. Before I can reply, he silences me with his mouth. I feel myself burn with a need so intense that I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down towards me so his lips meet mine in a fiery kiss.

He draws a trail of kisses from my neck, to my jaw, along the curve of my ear, and then down to my collarbone. My core tingles in anticipation as he reaches my navel.

Without a warning, he spreads my legs placing his hands on my thighs; he holds them in place and lowers his head. A hot breath of air hits my pussy and I can feel myself dripping in anticipation. His tongue flicks out, sending bolts of lightning as it darts across my insides. Feeling him so close makes me squirm.

I expect him to just eat me out and get it over with like how Jerome deals with it but again he takes his sweet time, placing chaste kisses on the insides of my thighs.

The man that’s on top of me now doesn’t seem to have anywhere else he needs to be and has all the time in the world for me as his breathing becomes heavy and he kisses me everywhere but where I want him to.

“Please,” I moan out before I can stop myself, bucking my hips and wrapping my feet around him in an effort to get his mouth on me where I need it most. He pulls back, leaving me hanging with nothing but air and a thin line of spit to fill the space between us. My body is humming in anticipation and I respond by begging him over and over again, unable to formulate a coherent string of words.

His hot breath hits my exposed pussy as he replies, “Please what?” his tone slightly teasing, his hands holding me firmly in place while he looks at me expectantly.

His smooth, deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

“Please, please.” I moan. And the sound of his low chuckle drives me crazy, but before I could finish my sentence, he gives me one deep lick against my pussy. The fire in my core leaps into a full blaze and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

His tongue is hot as it glides over my flesh and swollen lips. It dips inside me to lap up my juices before he wraps his lips around my clit.

As he sucks, one of his hands finds its way to my entrance, he slides a finger into me slowly while his gifted mouth continues teasing me, turning me into a puddle beneath him. My hips move against his mouth but he keeps me in place as I squirm in his hold.

Each lick and each thrust of his fingers bring me closer to the edge. The wet sounds of his hungry licking and growls mixed with my breathy moans drive me closer and closer…

He inserts another digit inside me, stretching me and I can’t help but think of how it would feel once he’s inside me. I can feel myself stretching as he explores deeper inside, swirling his finger in a clockwise direction. I grip onto the sheets as I moan louder now, it feels so good I can’t stop myself from gasping for air.

“Ahhh… please don’t stop.” I whine, which only makes his movements faster. I feel my orgasm bubbling up inside me as my hips buck against him in desperate need. His hands continue stroking my insides before he grazes his teeth against my throbbing clit and that’s all I need.

I can’t control myself anymore… The wave breaks like an ocean surf crashing down onto the shore…

All of my muscles tighten at once and then release. A feeling so powerful flows through every nerve ending in my body as a scream erupts from my throat.

“Yes!” I scream and even as my orgasm dies down, he continues to suck, taking in every drop of my juices. He keeps moving his fingers in and out in slow movements.

The edges of my mind are foggy now…

Lifting his head from in between my legs, he reaches over and runs his fingers through my hair, looking back at me with those piercing green eyes, and for a split second, they flash a hot, blood red, his pupils thinning into slits before they return to their emerald green state.

I should be scared. But I don’t feel any fear except for the anticipation of what he’s planning to do to me next. He keeps his gaze on mine as he brings his fingers towards my mouth.

“Suck.” He commands and normally I wouldn’t follow a stranger’s orders but the desire to please him overtakes me and so I part my lips, allowing him to place his glistening fingers on my tongue.

We don’t break eye contact as I lick all of my wetness from his glistening fingers. He lets out a deep breath as I release them from my mouth with a pop.

“I want you inside me.”

The orgasm he just gave me isn’t enough.

I want more.

I can’t help but want more.

He smirks at me, “Do you now?”

I nod, breathless.

“Your wish is my command.”

Moving so smoothly that it almost seems inhuman, he nestles himself in between my legs, staring down at me with a look of lust and need. The air sizzles like someone took a hot iron to it, as his cock pushes up against my opening from underneath. I wait for him to ease himself into me but instead he slams against me.

“Ah!” I gasp sharply at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. He fills me up, stretching me to the point that it’s almost painful.

He pauses for a second, watching my reaction as he pulls out before pushing himself back in, causing my toes to curl again at the feeling that’s building up in my belly once more. As he thrusts into me, my walls grip onto him, almost afraid to let him go. I can feel myself stretch around him. His body is tight against mine and his muscles move like a well-oiled machine.

“Who do you belong to?”He asks, keeping himself steady yet deep inside me. I move my hips but he halts my movement, wrapping his fingers around my throat.

“I said, who do you belong to?” He repeats, his voice almost like a growl as his hold tightens at the base of my throat but doesn’t suffocate me. His hold is solid and strong, but not painful. He rocks his hips and I’m forced to move with him or fall away.

In a haze of want, I answer: “I’m yours.” My voice claws out of my throat, my words barely audible but I hope he understands.

He smiles and it takes my breath away.

I’ve never seen someone smile so beautifully before that I can’t help but repeat;

“I’m all yours.”

***

“I’m all yours,” I say in a listless murmur as I slowly come awake, but when I open my eyes again, he’s gone. I jolt up in bed.

The sun’s just starting to rise, and the first bit of golden light peeks through the blinds.

There’s a moment of disorientation as I try to figure out what just happened. Looking beside me, I expect the impossibly sexy stranger with green eyes to be there, but my bed is empty.

Throwing the quilted coverlet off of myself, I can see the evidence of what happened. There’s a damp spot in the sheets below, and I can feel myself blushing as I realize that I must have had one of the most intense wet dreams of my life.

I touch my fingers to the fullness of my lips, still feeling the phantom sensation of his mouth on mine. They feel kiss-swollen. I close my eyes and try to will the handsome man back to me but he’s gone.

It was just a dream.

A beautiful, amazing dream, but a dream nonetheless.

It’s so strange since my dreams are rarely so vivid; in fact, normally I hardly ever remember them at all.

And then, everything that just happened the night before comes rushing back.

Jerome is gone. I found the courage to break free from him. Freedom has never felt so good before but, I still can’t shake the feeling of his loss.

“Maybe that’s why I dreamt up someone to keep me company. I’m not used to being alone…” I sink back down in my bed. It had felt all too real. Even now, I can still feel the cum soaking my panties.

I’ve always been restless, and sleeping beside Jerome certainly didn’t help things, but today I feel refreshed.

I also still feel stretched, like my dream lover’s dick was actually inside me. I can still feel his touch on my skin, his soft lips. My body is sticky with sweat and my arousal and my hair’s a tangled mess. It was so real that I can’t help but wonder if he was really here or not. Maybe this is just a sign that I need to get laid because, to be frank, Jerome wasn’t good at a lot of things, and that included sex.

Getting out of bed, I let out a deep sigh. If only men like that actually existed, like the one in my dreams. How could someone be so beautiful and gentle yet rough in all the right ways?

Walking toward my window, I open the blinds so I can look out into the world, and I am greeted by the stillness of dawn. The sky is streaked with pink, blue, and orange, and the sun dominates half of the horizon with its cheerful warmth. My mind is still playing vivid flashbacks from last night when I realize:

“I didn’t even get to cum with his dick!”