Page 244 of Assassin

“Oh, Christ,” Poe whispered, his accent thick, as he was given head by his patient.

In his bed.

In a dream.

This was exactly why he knew he could never take a patient like this again.

It was too personal.

It got you attached, and you began feeling things that you weren’t allowed to feel.

Only, he knew the truth.

Poe wanted this.

His psyche was making this dream, and it was all because he was sexually attracted to Gamble.

When the man lifted his head, he grinned.

“You want me naked in your bed. You want me sucking your cock. Admit it.”

His body shook, as Dream Gamble kept jerking him off.

“Please.”

The figment of his imagination and dream didn’t give up.

“Tell me you want me, Doc,” he said, the merriment in his eyes.

Poe fought.

Again, he wanted to tell him no, and to wake up, but that was anything that came out of his mouth.

“Please fuck me,” he begged.

Oh, hell!

Wait!

No!

“Oh, well, that’s the plan,” Gamble whispered, as he went back to devouring he man’s dick.

As he did, Poe’s body bucked and bowed, as Gamble’s blowjob rocked him to his core. When he watched the man pushing him to the edge, he knew he was screwed.

“I’m going to cum,” he muttered, as Gamble stopped blowing him, and instead began roughly jerking him off.

“I need your cum for lube,” he said, grinning at him.

Oh, shit.

“Please wake up, Poe. Please wake up before this gets worse,” he whispered, unable to pull himself from the dream.

“I’m going to use your cum to fuck you, Doctor.”

Poe blushed and that wave of heat and need crept up his body as his balls tightened.

Oh, he wanted this man in the worst way.

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