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I smiled, pleased at his heartfelt words. “Me too. Which is why I’m nagging you to rest.”
He slid down in the bed, his expression still muddled. “I hate the idea of ever hurting you, Dylan.”
I frowned. “Then don’t.”
He closed his eyes, and his mouth hardened. “Easier said than done sometimes.”
I had no idea what was eating at him, but it didn’t exactly comfort me, especially after all the things Charles had said. But he looked like he was about to fall asleep, so I left the room with my stomach churning.
Chapter Fourteen
Lex
It was a dream. I realized that it was a dream. Dylan was crawling into bed with me. He had a funny look in his eyes, and I knew he wanted me. My heart pounded with a mix of uneasiness and anticipation. In that weird way dreams fast-forward, we were both suddenly naked. I could smell his arousal, and my cock was shockingly hard. As he pressed his naked body against mine, my arm went around him. Why wasn’t I pushing him off? Why didn’t I reject him and warn him away? No, instead, in the dream, I rolled over on top of him, and he smiled as if in victory.
He opened his thighs. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “I want it.”
I’d never fucked a guy, nor had I wanted to. I’d never even had anal with a girl. But instead of being freaked-out, my cock hardened painfully. I was aroused and there was no denying it. My fingers dug into his hips, and I searched his face. His lips were beautiful—plump and cherry red. I lowered my head and kissed him. I kissed him gently at first, but when he opened his mouth, I pushed my tongue in aggressively.
He groaned into my mouth and began rubbing against me. Oh, fuck, the friction of his cock on mine was too good. Too fucking good. I didn’t care that he was a male. I didn’t care about anything but getting inside his body. I wanted to fuck him. It was shocking but exciting. I wanted to enter his body and spill my seed. I wanted to mark him. Breed him. But what sense did that make? Breed a male? Why did that not seem crazy?
His expression changed. “You don’t want me.”
My throat was tight, but I forced out the words. “I do want you.”
“No. You don’t like men.”
“I like you.” As if to make my point, I kissed him again, and he moaned and rolled his hips. “Iwantyou.”
He spread his legs wider and started stroking himself. “Show me.”
My heart pounded, but I rose up onto my knees and stared down between his legs. His cock was ruddy and thick, seeping a creamy trail over his stomach. My dick was straight and achingly hard. I touched his fuzzy balls, and he sighed. My fingers trailed to the base of his cock, and I stroked lightly up his length. Curious to see his reaction, I watched him. He arched his back, begging me breathlessly to take what I wanted.
What I wanted.
Fuck.Hewas what I wanted. I feathered a finger over his pink hole, mesmerized by how he shuddered with pleasure. How would I even fit inside that puckered velvety opening? “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His expression was odd. “But you will. You know you will.”
“I have to do this.” My voice sounded strange. “I’m supposed to do this.”
“Yes. It has to happen.”
I wasn’t sure if we were talking about sex anymore. Maybe my subconscious was working through the guilt I felt about using him. But when he touched my cock, sliding his hand up and down my length, I focused once again on my carnal need. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Dylan in the dream. I felt like I’d die if I didn’t bury myself inside him.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” I whispered.
He simply shrugged, confusing me more.
But I couldn’t stop. There was no way I had that sort of control. Instead, I leaned down and spit on his hole, and he jerked. I smeared the saliva over his hole, and I pushed the tip of my thumb into him. He cried out and arched his spine, panting with pleasure. His obvious delight encouraged me, and I added another finger. He was so fucking tight and hot, I almost came just from the sensation of his hole squeezing my thumb. But I held off. I wanted to be inside him when I let loose.
Jesus. Am I actually going to fuck him? I’m going to fuck a man?
I hesitated, as my subconscious warred with dream me. Perhaps my sanity was trying to return to remind me that I didn’t fuck men. I fucked women. But all I could think about was sinking deep inside him. I knew that wasn’t what I normally wanted, but I craved it now.
I began stroking myself lazily, and I crouched over Dylan. His eyes glittered up at me, and his breathing came fast. I nudged my knee between his legs, opening him wider for me. Then I lowered myself on him, and I pressed my cock to his entrance. He trembled beneath me, his lips parted with anticipation. I pushed in slowly, sliding past the tense muscles of his anus. I was light-headed with pleasure as his body squeezed me tight. I almost came but somehow held off, shivering with ecstasy as he shuddered and groaned at the intrusion.
He cried out and wound his arms around me, whimpering against my chest. I pulled him close and whispered words of comfort. The dream felt so real. I could almost smell and taste him. I started moving my hips in long, slow strokes. He groaned and wrapped his legs around me, and I started to thrust harder. Why hadn’t I ever done this before? Nothing had ever felt as good as fucking this man beneath me. His musky scent drove me nuts. I wanted to fuck him through the mattress, fill him full, and do it again. I wanted him screaming with pleasure. I wanted… I wanted…
