Page 14 of Strength of Desire

Thatgot everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to me, and for the first time, the rest of the meeting noticed what was going on in my lap.

Oh God, I was so close to coming. And Hasan’s cock was so perfect, so tempting in my hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Cory?” Rupert demanded, outraged.

“I—I—” I stuttered, my muscles tensing as my orgasm built. I needed to apologize, do something to absolve myself.

Instead, I slid out of my seat and onto my knees, turning to face Hasan. Then I leaned in and took his gorgeous cock right into my mouth. It was hot and hard, and tangy with precum. I lapped it up, then swirled my tongue around the head while stroking my own cock furiously.

“Cory, don’t be disgusting,” Jim said.

“This is sick. Perverted,” someone else muttered on the far side of the table.

“What is wrong with you, young man?” Rupert thundered.

I came, every cell in my body lighting up as I spilled into my hand and onto the industrial conference room carpet. At the same time, I felt Hasan’s hand move to the back of my head, pushing me farther down onto his cock as it throbbed in my mouth. And then I felt it, his salty cum pouring into my mouth and down my throat.

I looked up, loving the pleasure and abandon I saw on Hasan’s face. He loved this, loved me servicing him, kneeling at his feet. Something desperately sweet swelled in my chest. He’d come because of me. Because I’d done a good job.

It could only be better if it were Noah instead.

I blinked, my mouth still filled with Hasan’s cock.Noah? Who was Noah?

I’d barely finished the thought when a vision filled my mind. A different man. Hard and gruff. Brown hair and deep hazel eyes, with stubble over an axe of a jaw. The kind of face that didn’t care if it was handsome or not, which only made my desire flare harder.

The vision felt real. Not a figment of my imagination, not something I’d dreamt up.Noah. That was who the man in my mind was. Even if I had no idea how I knew him.

I pictured Noah looking down at me, and the angry slash of his mouth curled into a smile as he saw me sucking Hasan’s cock.

“Good boy,” he said, his voice like honey over hot embers.

If I could have come again so soon, I would have. Instead, I just melted internally. All around me, people were saying my name, telling me I was wrong, messed up, disgusting. But I didn’t care. I just held onto the vision in my mind, feeling that warmth, feeling that—

No, wait. Where was it going? The picture in my mind was disappearing, but so was everything else. What was happening?

I reached a hand up, trying to steady myself on the conference table, but it felt misty and insubstantial. I looked around the room, but it was filling with fog, Jim and Rupert and even Hasan fading into the gray.

Hasan? Who was Hasan? And where was I? I suddenly couldn’t remember anything, but the room felt like it was spinning.

I closed my eyes, trying to hold still, and when I opened them again, I was lying on a sofa in a dimly lit room, an older man sitting across from me in an armchair.

Professor Romero. I took a deep breath. The man was Professor Romero, and I was back in his rooms. Everything with Hasan, everything that had happened in that conference room, had been a dream.

Everything was crystal clear now. I could remember events with ease. But even though I now knew it had all been a dream, I still felt slightly disoriented. I wondered if I would ever get used to transitioning between the dreamworld and the waking one.

“How was it, this time?” Romero asked. “Did you find Geoff?”

I shook my head. “No. I still have no idea how to do that. It’s all just so…”

I trailed off. I didn’t know how to explain it to him. I remembered the way I’d closed my eyes and willed myself to find Geoff’s dream. How hopeful I’d been that it would work.

“I tried a different way of finding him tonight, but it didn’t make a difference.”

That soap bubble star had belonged to Hasan, I supposed. Whoever he was, he apparently had a thing for public sex.

Or maybe you do, whispered the little voice.Remember the dream with Chad, too?

I shoved the thought away.

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