“Yes,” Piper moaned when Brody freed her aching breasts from her bra, the rush of cool air over her heated skin a soothing balm for about two seconds before the desperate ache returned.
“Easy, darlin’,” he crooned as she lifted her hips jerkily for him to divest her of her panties. “Ah, fuck, what have you gone and done?” The sight of the bare flesh of her labia had him sweating bullets, his cock demanding its own release and his anger building. Did she shave her pubic hair or did whoever is responsible for her disappearance and current state do it?
Finally, Piper thought when Brody’s mouth closed over her right nipple as his fingers worked to ease the ache in her left. He never took so long to get her off in her dreams before, then again her arousal had never been so high, her ache for release never so acute and the pain of waiting so hurtful. His lips suckling her nipple only seemed to add fuel to the fire already raging out of control in her body, especially in her pussy where her clit felt hot and swollen. Moaning, she struggled to get closer to him, her hips jerking against his denim covered thigh, making her pause a moment to wonder why he was dressed, before her need for an orgasm once again took precedence. Clutching his shoulders, she turned into him, loving the feel of his hard body against hers even though she felt cloth instead of bare skin. With her skin itching for release, her body hot and her mind clouded to everything except the need to fuck, she reached between them to
palm his cock over rough denim.
“Fuck!” Brody exclaimed, the feel of that small hand squeezing him threatening to toss his good intentions out the window.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” Piper demanded. “Fuck me, Brody, now.” Her voice ended in desperation as she ground her hips against his.
Brody slapped her ass hard then realized his mistake when she simply groaned and rubbed against him harder.
“More,” Piper demanded, the sting from that slap feeling real, the pain just as pleasurable and awesome as she remembered feeling from that night so long ago.
Remembering too late how she had responded the last time he had swatted her ass, Brody quickly insinuated his hand between them, his fingers sliding smoothly between those plump, smooth folds to encounter heated, wet flesh tightening around him. The faster he got her off a few times, the faster she’ll fall asleep, he hoped as he used his teeth on her nipple. The first glide of his thumb over her clit set her off, had her screaming and writhing against him making it damn hard to keep his mouth and fingers where they needed to be.
The force of her climax shook her as it simply exploded without any build up or warning, the heated pleasure sweeping her from head to toe as she rode through it for what seemed like hours only to still feel the pulsating ache of arousal when it finally abated. “Oh, God, Brody, help me,” she pleaded dazedly, the dousing pleasure of her climax having done nothing to lessen the fire consuming her.
Cursing whoever did this to her, Brody pushed her onto her back, grabbed her hands and placed them on her breasts then moved down between her thighs. He tried to slow her down, tried to soothe her with soft kisses and strokes of his tongue over the saturated flesh of her folds, giving her time to let the first climax work to ease her pain, but she wasn’t having any of it. Pushing against his face, she practically shoved her pussy into his mouth, her constant pleas and whimpers never abating. Using his thumbs, he spread her folds and dove in with lips, tongue and teeth. Once again, as soon as he latched onto her clit and suckled that swollen bud, she was thrashing against him in orgasm, this time filling his mouth instead of coating his fingers with her come. For his safety, he had to grab hold of her buttocks to still her hips so he could work at bringing her as much pleasure as possible.
If the pain of these climaxes wasn’t so powerful, Piper thought this would be the best dream she had of Brody in five years. It was almost, but not quite, as good as the real thing. Another climax was ripped from her, the ecstasy so bright not even her fingers pinching her nipples to the point of pain could dim it, yet, once again, when the tremors lessened and the pleasure eased, she was still consumed with the need for more.
Brody rose above her and looked down into eyes still too dilated, eyes filled with desperation and confusion that tore at him. Knowing he had no choice, he turned his head and called out, “Ian, get up here!”
“Why won’t you fuck me, Brody? You always fuck me in my dreams, you always want me as much as I want you, and damn it, this is my dream and I say you have to fuck me.” She simply couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t complying, why he wasn’t simply doing what she wanted like usual. She was sure once she felt his cock filling her, this ache and this dream would be over, and right now, she wanted an end to this suffering more than anything.
Brody didn’t dare answer her as, for the time being, he thought it was probably best if she continued believing she was dreaming. Reality was going to wake her up soon enough.
“Can’t you handle one small woman?” Ian asked as he walked over to the bed, his eyes taking in Piper’s nudity and the obvious signs of her still chemically induced arousal. Stiff, berry red nipples pointed straight up and were begging to be suckled even though there was damp evidence that they had already been in Brody’s mouth. Brody was lightly stroking his fingers over her enticingly bare pussy, a sheen of moisture coated her folds and a telltale dampness seeped from her slit, all proof she was teetering on the edge of climax.
“I’ve gotten her off three times and she’s still hurting. Get over here and help me.”
“But we’re not fucking her, right?” Ian asked as he lay down on her other side, sandwiching her between the two of them.
“Right,” Brody growled in frustration. He had no doubt Ian’s scruples wouldn’t allow him to take advantage of Piper’s condition, no matter how much she begged, but that didn’t mean he was any happier about the situation than Brody was.
Piper heard another man’s voice but it didn’t register until she felt another, fully clothed hard body behind her. Turning her head, she looked into a vaguely familiar face, a very handsome, very vaguely familiar face she quickly amended. “Who’re you?”
“Ian.”
“Did I invite you into my dream, Ian?” She didn’t remember inviting another man, but then again, she never remembered inviting Brody either. He just showed up, much like this man. Cool, she thought giddily as her body reacted pleasantly to the possibility of having two men.
“No. Would you like me to leave?” Ian ignored Brody’s scowl figuring the girl was too desperate to ask him to go.
“Why the hell would I want that? Do I look stupid?” she demanded. “But if one of you doesn’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds I’m kicking both of you out and replacing you with a man who knows how to take his clothes off.”
Looking at Ian, Brody drawled, “Then we better make sure that doesn’t happen.” Slipping his hand under her hair, he cupped her nape and brought her mouth to his, his lips latching on to hers, his kiss hard and demanding, his tongue ruthless in its exploration of her mouth.
God, Piper thought, this kiss couldn’t be better if it were real. And when four hands started touching her at once, she figured there was no way reality could improve this experience. She was disappointed when Brody released her mouth but when he rolled her to her back and both men latched on to her nipples, she decided she’d be content to keep all her sexual encounters to dreams because there was no way a real encounter could cap this. Even though her nipples were sore, she welcomed their mouths and the pleasure of having both of those tender buds stimulated simultaneously. The fire that had been simmering in her veins heated up, making her body bow with the pleasure and the frustration. When Brody grabbed her restless hands and wrapped her fingers around the head rails of her brass bed, she breathed a sigh of relief at having a way to anchor herself.
Closing her eyes, Piper wallowed in the pleasure, not wanting to know who was doing what, only wanting the release she felt coiling inside her. Hands spread her legs even wider, grabbing her thighs and draping them over their much bigger, much harder thighs, opening her completely. If she were awake, Piper thought, she’d be embarrassed by the decadent position, but not even the cool air caressing her gaping flesh could cool her down or make her want to close her legs in shame. When fingers parted her flesh even more and slid easily into her sheath, she arched up against the hands invading her, welcoming them as well as urging them on.
Her head swiveling side to side in painful frustration, she set up a litany of please, please, please, even though another climax was already rolling through her. Their lips never let up on her nipples, their fingers never left her pussy as the orgasms came fast and furious, one after another until she couldn’t tell when one stopped and another began, leaving her body steeped in pleasure, her mind numb with it. When fingers slid down to her anus, caressed, probed then slipped past her tight sphincter, she literally screamed, nerve endings she never knew she had exploding and combining with those in her pussy.
Piper had no idea how long the dream lasted, how long she allowed them to work her, bringing her to orgasm over and over, until she was a sweat slick mass of confusion, her body rendered to a boneless, sated lump by the time they left her bed. She needed to wake up, needed to figure out what this dream meant, if anything, but there was no way her eyes were opening right now. Blessed darkness replaced the exploding lights of pleasure, her body finally able to rest.
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