Tacker by Sawyer Bennett

Author:Sawyer Bennett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Sawyer Bennett
Published: 2019-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Tacker

I come awake slowly, my heart pounding and my skin sweaty. One might think it was a nightmare producing those aftereffects, but it wasn’t.

It was a damn sex dream about Nora.

I can’t remember exact details, so I close my eyes, struggling to go back to where I just was, not wanting to leave the feelings behind.

I get only flashes… pieces of a story.

Nora under me, our bodies totally melded and writhing. Just a tangle of arms and legs and her breathing… I can clearly remember the way she pants.

Clearer than the actual picture of what we were doing are the feelings it produced. Like I was an empty well and with every stroke inside of her, I was filling up. I can’t see her face. Don’t know the details of her body, but I do know it was Nora.

And that she made me feel so many things. As the well filled up, I was scared and yet excited. Fucking almost giddy, but totally overwhelmed. With her, I felt calm and complete and yet ready to break apart at any moment.

But even the feelings are starting to dull as I become more awake and it’s harder to hold on to it. The feelings eventually fade to black, and I’m left with an empty sensation.

The one thing I have apparently brought forth from the dream that doesn’t seem to be dwindling is another hard-on.

With a sigh, I turn my head on the pillow. I can see my roommate, Bishop, is still sound asleep. The team plane doesn’t board until midmorning, and we were out super late last night at Flemings. Both of us had intended to sleep in a bit.

I roll out of bed, pad across the thick carpet, and head into the bathroom.

The last time I dreamed about Nora, I’d also awoken with an erection. Last time, I’d stepped into a cold shower and got rid of my body’s betrayal.

I don’t do that now. Instead, I turn the water on and let it run hot and steamy. Undressing, I consider the implications of what I’m about to do.

Damn Dominik Carlson for putting it into my head that Nora could be something more than just my therapist. Damn him all to hell for giving me permission to be attracted to her.

And damn Nora… for telling me it’s okay to move on and making me believe it.

Because as I step into the shower, the hot water streaming over my body, and I take my cock in hand, I don’t feel an ounce of guilt for what I’m about to do.

Bracing my feet apart, I press my forearm against the shower wall and lean into it. I drop my forehead, close my eyes, and start to move my hand.

It feels good. But the moment I call forth Nora into my mind, it feels even better.

Beyond better, and pleasure rips through me. Vivid images fill my mind, calling upon that dream I’d just woken up from moments ago and perhaps substituting in my own lewd thoughts about her.

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