Page 14 of The Holiday Boyfriend

“Jim. More,” I said in gasps, trying to suck back all the precious air that he'd stolen from me.

“Austin, you're drunk. I don't want to do something you'll regret in the morning,” Jim said. He was still giving me long strokes up and down my back, seemingly unaffected, but I felt the hardness that pressed against my own.

Shaking my head until I almost went dizzy, I said, “Never. I could never regret you. Please. It's uncomfortable.” I ground my hips down as I begged, hoping that my dreams would go the way I wanted for once.

Jim sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to hold my hips still, but that didn't stop me. I continued the slow rhythm, gyrating against his hard-on until I was sure I was leaking enough precum to soak through my jeans.

“Fuck,” Jim cursed under his breath. He rubbed his hand over his short hair before dropping it down to linger over our dicks. “I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but god I want you. Are you sure about this?” He held my gaze. His blue eyes were clear and his features were a lot more defined than they usually were in my dreams.

“Yes, yes. I want this—need this.” My head bobbed up and down in quick, successive nods. I was babbling but so terrified this would be over before I got what I wanted.

I couldn't let that happen, so my uncoordinated hands reached between us to unbuckle his jeans. They fumbled a few times before finally getting the button loose and the zipper down.

Jim wore black briefs that did nothing to hide the raging boner he was donning. The sight was almost enough to make me drool, but I didn't linger on that for too long. The main event was yet to come, and when I pulled down the last piece of fabric that separated me from what I'd fantasized about for years, a gasp escaped me.

It was normal for my dreams to feel real, but maybe because I'd imagined countless different ways of what Jim's dick looked like, I’d never had a clear picture of it in my dreams. There always seemed to be a layer of haze preventing me from seeing what was in his pants, but not this time.

Jim's dick was red, angry, and curved a bit to the right. It matched Jim perfectly, leaving me staring at it with my mouth hung open.

“You're making me self-conscious,” Jim said with a cough. I reluctantly pulled my gaze from the mouth-watering sight to meet his eyes.

“It's perfect.You'reperfect,” I said, and slight color tinted Jim's cheeks. Jim never blushed. He didn't get shy about anything. He was confident and self-assured in everything he did. But god did the blush look amazing on him.

I leaned in, indulging myself in another kiss. Jim's tongue felt so good against mine. I immersed myself in nothing but the feel of him, and in seconds, I had to pull away before I passed out from lack of air. There was something important I needed to do before I fell back into a dreamless sleep.

Feeling the boldness that only came from liquid courage and knowing that my actions would only haunt me in my dreams, I slowly reached down, only stopping an inch from his cock. “Can I?” I asked, peeking up at him through my eyelashes.

“Only if I'm allowed to as well,” Jim replied, looking more confident now than minutes before. His smile dazed me, causing my drunk-hazed brain to not comprehend what he was asking for, but this was my Jim. He was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

“Yes, anything. I'm yours,” I said. The last part slipped out of my mouth without my permission, but I didn't linger on the consequences of those words for long.

Jim pressed against my already straining dick, causing a shocked groan to emerge from my throat. He chuckled as he pulled my underwear down, releasing me.

My cock sprang out of its restraint, and like I'd thought, a messy trail of precum followed in its path as it bounced against my stomach. Jim didn't wait for more permission and directly grabbed hold of my excited member.

I wasn't going to lose to his enthusiasm and also took him in my hand. The searing heat felt almost too real, but it couldn't have been. Never in a million years would Jim let me do this outside of my fantasies.

“And it's a lot more realistic than my usual dreams,” I muttered under my breath.

Jim's deep rumble filled my ears. “Do you often dream about me?”

I hummed in reply, not wanting to answer the question. It was too embarrassing to admit, even if it was only to the fake Jim that my mind had conjured up. Instead, I focused on the task at hand.

I gave him a slow rub, trying to memorize the bumps of his veins under my palm. It was hard to concentrate with Jim also stroking me. His hand moved like he knew all my sensitive parts. I was putty under his hand and was panting from his actions.

“Fuck,” I cursed and fell against his shoulder. The idea that Jim was touching me and the visual of it all was almost too much. I was going to spill at any second, but I didn't want it to end so soon, so I closed my eyes to get rid of the visual stimulation.

However, I wasn't prepared for Jim to pull me closer to him, causing our erections to press together. His soft flesh burned against mine. His large hand took the both of us as he fervently stroked us at a speed that had me crying out against the base of his neck as I came all over his hand.

Jim used his other hand to pull my head up and kissed me like he was having his last meal. His tongue would have reawakened my dick if only I wasn't too drunk and tired from the orgasmic bliss from the release.

Exhaustion swept through my body now that I wasn't feeling as frustrated as before. My eyelids were too heavy to keep open, but I continued to lean into the kiss, still wanting more of his flavor.

The last thing I felt before slipping into the dreamless state was the sting of my bottom lip being bitten and something wet hitting my t-shirt.

I fell into darkness with a smile on my lips, knowing that Jim found his release with me, even though it was only a dream.

But what a beautiful dream it was.

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