Recurring Dreams

**Short post to make up for last week. Longer one at the usual time tomorrow!** 

We were standing outside, trying to hail a cab a midst a mass of people trying to do the same exact thing.

"Let's walk over to seventh," I said, hoping we would have more luck over there. Nick nodded and took my hand, leading me towards the street.

As we waited for the light to change, he turned towards me and pulled the hand he had been holding up to his chest, his free hand outlining my jaw. Wordlessly, he leaned down and touched his lips to mine. I felt tingles go from my mouth all the way down to my toes as I returned the kiss with fervor, my free hand gripping his neck. As his arm wound around my waist, I leaned into him and could feel through the layers of fabric that he was growing hard. I wished we weren't on a street corner. As the crowd began to cross the street I reluctantly pulled away and suddenly, with a jolt, was back in my room.

"Ahhh!" I yelped, sitting straight up in bed, my breath quick as if I had just ran up a flight of stairs. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness of the room, the dim outlines of furniture illuminated by the soft glow from the street. I felt a mixture of sorrow and relief wash over me with the realization that it had just been a dream. My body was slick with sweat and I peeled off the soaked through tank top, tossing it to the corner of my room. To my right, Dylan snored softly, clearly undisturbed by my sudden alertness.

I laid back down and tried to drape my arm across Dylan's side, but his skin was so hot that I retracted it, rolling onto my back. It was Saturday night and even a full two days of Dylan hadn't been enough to erase Nick from my mind. The premiere Tuesday had been great, and I was impressed with how Nick appeared on the show. Even though it was just the pilot, he hadn't been hitting on girls or coming off like the player that the media was portraying him as at all. We'd watched the episode, then had a few more drinks before calling it a night. But even though nothing had happened, I had been having recurring dreams about hooking up with Nick ever since. 

I clicked on my phone to see that it was 4:38 in the morning. Dylan and I had laid low that night, choosing to stay in and watch scary movies instead of hitting the bars with the rest of my friends. I knew there was no way I would be falling back asleep. Instead, I gingerly rolled Dylan over and climbed on top of him, slowly kissing his neck to wake him up.

"Dylann.." I whispered, nibbling on his ear lobe. 

"Errmhp," he responded, trying to crack an eye open. 

"Wake up," I said softly, moving my attention down his stomach. I felt his back arch slightly as I reached the hem of his briefs. He was hard already - it's like he could do it on command, it never took much effort on my part - so I slid the briefs down and, with his eyes still closed, took him into my mouth. 

He gasped, his hand reaching to tangle itself in my hair as I moved slowly down to take the whole thing in my mouth. 

"Babe, yes," he said breathily, which only turned me on more. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked off my thong and positioned myself on top of him, facing away. I leaned forward and rocked back and forth furiously, my hands digging into his calves. 

"Oh my god Dani," he said, waiting another minute before flipping me around. Once I was facing him, he wrapped his arms around me and twisted so that I was on my back. Taking both of my legs and placing them over his shoulders, he drove into me until I was screaming. It felt fucking incredible. 

Once we both finished, Dylan fell asleep within seconds, groggy from his sex coma. He pulled me tight which I should have enjoyed - but I only felt trapped.