Page 31 of Demon of Dreams

I brought both hands to his fly, undoing it and pressing my nose to his boxer-briefs. He smelled a little sweaty, and a little like woodsmoke. I could have died happy right then, just floating on that smell.

Fingers trembling, I pulled the waistband of his boxer-briefs down, freeing his cock. Fuck. It was huge. Granted, I didn’t have much—or any, really—experience when it came to the size of other guys’ dicks, but his was definitely on the larger side.

I hadn’t gotten a great look, back at the Balsam Inn, because it had been in that other man’s mouth. But my stomach somersaulted looking at it now. I was supposed to fit that in my mouth? How?

And what would it feel like in my ass?

I shook my head, scared of that thought. I needed to concentrate on the task at hand—or mouth, as it were. My hand shook as I grasped the base of his cock, and he noticed.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Go slowly. Just lick the tip first.”

The instructions sent another warm shiver down my back. I did as he said, sliding my tongue around the head of his cock, and my eyes shot open. I wasn’t quite ready for the taste of it—tangy, musky, almost sweet—and I definitely wasn’t ready for how much I liked it.

“Good job. Now slide your lips around it, taking the head into your mouth.” I did, relishing the taste, and he smiled. “That’s good. Keep using your tongue, working around it.”

Maybe it should have embarrassed me, needing directions like this, but I liked it. It took the guesswork out—I didn’t have to worry if I just did what the lumberjack told me.

In the dream at the rest stop, everything had moved so fast. I hadn’t even had a chance to worry. Part of me had liked how forceful the driver had been in that dream, but I liked the lumberjack’s praise even more.

“That’s good. Now slide more of it into your mouth. Suck it in, then pull off. There you go, that’s right. Get it nice and wet. Don’t forget your tongue.”

I settled into a rhythm, allowing myself to get lost in the motion, the taste, the heat and size of his cock filling my mouth. After a minute, he slid a hand through my hair, coming to rest at the back of my head.

I leaned forward, the same as I had in the earlier dream. The lumberjack’s cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. His hand tightened in my hair and he pulled me off. With his other hand, he tilted my chin up.

“Where did you learn to do that?” His tone was severe.

My cheeks heated. “I didn’t—I just—I thought you wanted me to.”

“I’ll tell you what I want. You got that? If I want it rough, I’ll tell you. If I want it nice and gentle, then that’s what I want.”

Shame and pleasure coursed through me, swirling together in sweet humiliation. I wanted him to know I’d do anything for him. Wanted him to know he just had to ask.

“I don’t mind,” I said breathlessly. “You can use me if you want.”

I couldn’t believe I’d just said that aloud. But God help me, I meant it.

He stroked a knuckle down my cheek. “Who taught you to think that way?”

“No one,” I whispered, dropping my eyes.

I shouldn’t have said that. Shouldn’t have even thought that. There had to be something wrong with me.

I wanted this, but I didn’t want to admit I wanted it. I’d liked what the driver did at the rest stop, but I hadn’t wanted to admit that either. Why did I want to be used anyway? Some part of me must be deeply fucked up.

“Hey. Look at me.” The lumberjack tilted my chin up again. “I don’t know who you’ve been with before me, and I don’t know what you were taught to think. But when you’re with me, you’re mine. And I like to take care of what’s mine. So you’re going to let me do that, you got it?”

My whole body was tingling now. I nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I got it.”

“Good. Prove it to me.”

I took his cock into my mouth again, grateful to be given a second chance. Grateful we didn’t have to keep talking about how I’d messed up, or how messed up Iwas. If I was sucking his cock, I didn’t have to think about it either.

Precum leaked from the tip of his cock, and I swirled it around on my tongue. Between that and my spit, his cock was so wet, and it made slick sounds as I plunged it in and out of my mouth.

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