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“That’s changed based on the partner,” he admitted. “We used the stoplight system a lot.”

“Okay, your turn.”

Callum told me his fantasy: spending the entire day with a partner, fucking them until they were on the edge and then stopping, giving them discreet hand jobs under the table, blowing them until they were going crazy, everything, but never once letting them get off. Finally, at the end of the day, when they felt like they’d die, he would take them to bed and spend hours taking them apart before finally allowing them to get off.

He did say that he was into edging, but that seemed a bit extreme. Hot as hell, but extreme.

We talked a little longer before we noticed the time. We turned on the hotel television and found an old movie. I fellasleep before the movie ended, exhausted from the long day on the road and completely at peace sleeping with a man that was practically a stranger in the other bed.

CHAPTER 4

I was havingone of those dreams that felt real. I felt the couch shift under me when I shifted, watching an old TV show Ryan and I used to love, one that I’d never been able to find on any streaming services. I’d found a few DVD box sets of it online, but they’d been too expensive for me to buy.

The dream shifted, and I was with a man whose face I couldn’t see. We were in my bed at home. The lights were dim, and he was obscured in shadow. I could practically feel his hands rubbing up the thighs of my sleep pants, except they were a pair of sleep pants I’d never actually owned. They were black and gray striped silk, ones I used to want more than anything. I hadn’t wanted them in a long time. It was weird how dreams worked.

I could feel the mysterious man tug my pants down. I let out a soft moan as I felt his hands begin to stroke my length. Enough to tease, but not enough to get me hard. I could feel the dream man’s hand as he tapped my thigh. I rolled over, and I could feel his hands on my bare ass. I could feel the heat of his body over mine.

It felt too real.

I’d had a lot of sex dreams in my life, but they’d never felt this real. And they never moved as fast as this one was moving. Something feltoffabout this dream. It felt too real. I stirred, but I didn’t wake up. I wanted to stay in this dream with the mystery man. I could practically smell his spicy body wash. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I moaned again as I felt his teeth bite down into the flesh, a little harder than I usually liked in real life.

Some part of me knew that I needed to keep it down, but it was hard. It was so hard when the man in my dreams… I could even feel the cool lube as it slid down my crack, over my hole.

I felt him breach me, not stopping until his pelvis was flush with my ass. It hurt. He hadn’t spent any time prepping me.

Wait, dreams weren’t supposed to hurt. I’d never had a dream hurt in my life.

My eyes sprang open. “What is?—”

I felt a hand cover my mouth and another fly to the nape of my neck, pressing me down into the pillow. “Shh,” a voice I couldn’t place in my barely awake state hushed me as he pulled out and slammed back in, deep and with little care for my comfort.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. My eyes couldn’t make out any details in the dark room. I couldn’t move my head with the way he held me down. My heart pounded in my chest as panic flooded my body.

Fight or flight.

The two instincts warred in my chest, and I knew I had to get out of this situation. I bucked my hips, but that only drove him deeper. I felt his strong thighs holding me in place, not letting me budge. When I pushed at him behind my back, blindly struggling, the hand covering my mouth caught my wrist. He held it in an iron vice. A grunt of pain escaped my lips, louder as he slammed into me again. He wrenched my arm back and caught the other.

His hands were big. Big enough to capture both of my wrists. I couldn’t escape.

I couldn’t fucking escape.

I was awake now.

I felt him lean over me, dark voice whispering in my ear. “You wanted this, Jasper,” he taunted. The voice clicked. Callum. “And you know how to get out of this.”

I did.

Pineapple.

He’d asked me for my safe word when we’d been talking about kinks. I just hadn’t known that he was planning a practical application, but I suddenly felt safe. This was exactly what I’d told him my fantasy was: the stranger sneaking into my bed and fucking me awake, holding me down when I tried to escape, finishing inside of me. Fuck. I hadn’t expected this, any of this. I hadn’t expected him to take it as some kind of an invitation.

I could say the word and make him stop. I thought about it. Then he bit down on my ear, slammed back into me. I didn’t want that. Instead of judging me, he’d found a way to make the dream come true.

He was right. I did want this.

I tugged my arms, trying to escape his grasp. “Stop,” I moaned.

His thrusts stilled, and he leaned over me again. I could feel his bare chest flush against my back. “Pineapple?” he whispered. His voice was soft now, different than the voice he’d taunted me with just moments before. That feeling of safety grew stronger.

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