Page 6 of Deceitful Dreams

Chapter Four

Wyatt

When I woke up this morning, my briefs were stiff with dried cum. I wanted to puke from mortification. My only comfort was that Sophie was still asleep, so I could hop into the shower and toss my briefs into the trash. By the time I’m dressed in my joggers and a fresh shirt, Sophie is stretching awake. Her taut nipples are poking out of the thin tank top as she rolls her neck.

Drying my wet hair with the towel, I watch as she climbs out of bed and pulls the shorts out of the crack of her ass. She shudders from the chilly morning air, rubbing her arms.

“Was the water warm?” she asks me.

I wouldn’t know. I used the cold water to prevent myself from giving in to the temptation of fucking my fist while thinking about the girl on the other side of the door.

Nodding toward the bathroom, I toss my towel on the floor. “There’s a clean one still in there. I’m going to grab us some breakfast while you shower, okay? Then we’ll eat on the road.”

She shrugs. “Sure. Whatever you want.” The small smirk on her face as she walks by has me adding the word Daddy mentally after her sentence, and my cock jerks at the idea of that falling from her lips. Obviously the harsh shower did little to calm my overzealous dick.

I grab my bag to bring down to the car and ensure the room is locked before leaving for the parking lot. Stopping briefly to ask the front desk clerk where the easiest spot to grab food is this early in the morning, I head down the road and exhale loudly. Every second I drive away from her, the more my body relaxes and my mind clears.

Last night’s dream comes to the surface, and I shake my head. The erotic scene that played under my eyelids had felt so real. The squeeze of my cock inside her tight pussy as she rode me. The only thing missing was the feel of her perky tits under my palms as I teased her nipples. When I woke up covered in my own mess, I wasn’t surprised given what I had been dreaming about, but I was shocked I actually came in my sleep.

It’s inappropriate that it happened while we shared a bed, but I’m not sure how to prevent it from happening again. I can’t control my dreams, and something tells me that it’s only going to get worse. I saw the gleam in her eyes when she slid out of bed this morning. She either knows I am attracted to her, or enjoys toying with men in general. Either way I am going to be led with my cock, and I’m in deep trouble.

After grabbing us simple breakfast burritos and some orange juice, I head back to the hotel. I nearly drop the bag and drinks when I open the door to a panty-clad Sophie.

“Jesus,” I curse, spinning to give her my back. The image of her red thong resting above her perfect, plump ass is ingrained in my brain.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I thought you would be a little longer and I forgot to grab my clothes,” she says in a hurry, and I can hear the rustle of her changing. Her bare back taunts me, letting me know that I was only a turn away from seeing those gorgeous pierced tits.

“Just tell me when you’re dressed,” I grit out, willing my cock to go down.

She laughs softly, and the bag crinkles in my hand as my fingers curl tighter around it.

“You’re good. I was grabbing my shirt when you walked in,” she says, and I keep my gaze down as I set the food on the bed and the drinks on the nightstand.

“I guess I should have knocked,” I admit.

Sophie drops onto the mattress, and I glance up at her, cursing internally when I notice she didn’t bother putting a bra on under her tank top. She rummages through the bag, pulling out her burrito and moaning when she takes a bite. But all I can focus on are the ridges poking out from either side of her hard nipples. I’ve never had a fascination with piercings before, but I’m desperate to see hers.

“No biggie. God, I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” she says with a little moan as she takes another bite. I’ve never hated being a man more and the lack of ability to hide my arousal. I plop down near her, eating silently and trying to think unpleasant thoughts.

“I was thinking. Maybe I can drive for a bit in the morning instead. Give you some rest.”

I glance at her, frowning. “I don’t mind driving.” And more importantly, I need to have something else to focus on instead of her.

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I’m going to explode. My cock aches from how hard it’s been for the past few hours. Sophie has been teasing me purposely, there’s no way she’s that naïve with the way she’s licking up and down the straw. Even going as far as resting her foot on the dashboard and opening her legs to give me a peek of the red underwear visible from the ends of her shorts on her inner thighs.

After getting a full look at her position, I explain how unsafe it is and ask her to sit up straight, which leads to her complaining that she has to pee.

Pulling into the rest area, she unbuckles her seatbelt, her breasts bouncing as she hurries out of the car. “Be right back,” she calls over her shoulder as she rushes to the bathroom.

I shove my pants down, cupping my cock and stroking it. My head falls back at the slight relief from the pleasure. Squeezing myself harder, I jack off, stuck on the visual of Sophie’s lips wrapping around my tip and sucking it into her hot little mouth.

My chest rises and falls faster as I imagine stripping her of her shorts and underwear and shoving my cock deep inside her wet pussy. I bet she would be so tight that I would have to stretch her out to fit all of me. Moving my fist faster, I glance down at my swollen, ruddy dick wishing it was encased by more petite fingers with red nail polish. Lifting my hips up as I thrust into my hold, my balls draw up as I near my quick release.

I look around, trying to find a napkin, towel, or anything to come into so it’s not all over myself. A panic slithers over the back of my neck when I can’t find anything and my cock starts to leak from pressure. I glance at the center console and rip the lid off her slushie, thankful it’s half empty.

Holding it at my tip, I let out a deep guttural groan as I spill my cum into the cup. I squeeze the base of my shaft and stroke up, milking every drop of my seed into her drink. With shallow pants, I tuck myself back into my sweats and stare at the pool of white sitting atop the red crushed ice.

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