Indiscretion

The following morning, a nightmare jolted me awake at 3 AM in a cold sweat. I looked over at the beautiful lady sleeping peacefully next to me and felt like shit for having a dream about another woman. Technically, the dream didn’t feature a woman. But I knew what it meant. I’d had the same recurring dream dozens of times. Though it had been years since I’d last had it before tonight. I never remembered the beginning or saw how it ended. I only saw myself standing alone in white space, and a voice from above asks what I’ve done in life to repent for my sins. When I can’t come up with anything, a trap door opens, and I start falling. I wake up grabbing the mattress so I don’t fall off.

My heart was still racing after a few deep breaths. I knew I wouldn’t fall back asleep like this, so I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Naomi. The last thing I needed was for her to know my old nightmare had come back. She already thought I needed to see a shrink. In the kitchen, I downed a glass of water to cool off and opened the window to listen to the sounds of the city that never sleeps until my heartbeat returned to normal. On my way back to the bedroom, I couldn’t help myself. I stopped at the framed photo of Bailey and me.

Maybe Naomi was right, and I should talk to someone. Though I couldn’t see how that would help. No amount of therapy would ever change what happened. I’d be better off trying to invest my time in being a better person. Maybe then I’d at least have an answer for the voice in my dream, and he wouldn’t drop-kick me into hell.

I stared down at the photo for a long time before setting it on the shelf and sneaking back to bed. Naomi had turned over, her back to me now, and I was tempted to lift the T-shirt she had on and wake her up with my head between her legs to get my mind where it belonged. But even I wasn’t a big enough asshole to use a woman to help me forget memories of someone else. Instead, I did something I never do. I stared up at the ceiling and made a silent plea to the big guy above. He’d started the conversation tonight anyway.

Tell me how to stop having these dreams and not screw things up with this woman. Please, I’ll do anything.

Of course, there was no magic answer. So after a while, I turned on my side and watched Naomi’s back rise and fall. My lids eventually grew heavy watching the rhythmic motion, and I was just about to nod off when my eyes focused on the print on the back of her T-shirt for the first time.

There’s no party like a swab party.

Underneath it, smaller letters read, Join the bone-marrow registry and save a life.

It took a few seconds to sink in, but when it did, my heart started to pound again. Holy shit. Did I just get an answer from the big guy?

***

I woke hours later to something tickling my stomach. I was lying on my back and reached, half-asleep, to brush whatever it was away. Only to realize it wasn’t an it but a she. And not just any she, but my real-life wet dream in the flesh. Naomi sat on top of me, straddling my hips. She bit down on her pouty bottom lip as she grabbed for the hemline of the T-shirt she’d worn to bed and lifted it over her head.

She had the best tits I’d ever seen, full with a natural lilt and pink, perky nipples that made my mouth salivate. I leaned up to reach for them, but Naomi held up a finger, wagging it back and forth.

“Not so fast,” she said. “You did all the work last night, so it’s my turn to pay you back.”

“I don’t need to go tit for tat. In fact…” I attempted to reach for her beautiful breasts again. “I prefer tit and more tit.”

Naomi smiled, but she nudged me back again. “After. But first…I’m going to have my fun.” She wrapped her fingers around my already half-hard dick and lifted it, bending at the waist to run her tongue along the crown. Her big green eyes held a devilish glint as she looked up at me from under her long lashes.

I hissed out a string of curses and reached for the hair that had fallen over her face, wanting an unobstructed view.

“Teach me,” Naomi murmured. “Teach me how you like to be sucked.”

Jesus Christ. I fucking loved when she talked like that. I hardened painfully fast and wanted to hear more from her. “Say that again. That you want me to teach you.”

She ran her pink tongue across her bottom lip. “I want you to teach me how to suck your cock.”

Fuck. This was going to be embarrassingly fast, and she didn’t even have me in her mouth yet. I could’ve come just from listening to her say words like teach me, suck, and cock. I groaned and threaded my fingers into her hair, palming the back of her head. I’d teach her alright, but my lesson would be hands on.

“Lick the head again,” I growled.

Naomi did as instructed, swirling her perfect little tongue around the perimeter before looking up at me. Swiping the precum from the tip and bringing it into her mouth, she closed her eyes and savored it.

“Fuck.” I needed her now. Hot and deep. I couldn’t wait a minute longer. With my palm at the back of her head, I guided her to bend again. “Open wide, sweetheart. I need in.”

Her taking my commands was such a fucking turn-on. Naomi lowered her jaw and slid down the length of my shaft painfully slowly. It was nearly impossible to resist the urge to thrust up and bury myself in her throat. But somehow I managed.

Naomi hollowed her cheeks and sucked her way back up, keeping her tongue pressed to the sensitive underside. She slid down once, twice…by the third stroke my entire cock was wet with her saliva, and she began to make a gurgling sound as she took me in and out. It was nirvana. All of my senses filled with this woman—touch, sight, hearing, taste. I used the hand at her head to guide her to increase her speed, and my orgasm began to barrel down.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

She bobbed up and down, taking my cock to the apex of her throat and then sliding me back out. I fisted her hair tighter and groaned. “More. Take it all.”

This time, when she got to the point where she had been pulling back, she unhinged her jaw and swallowed me down. All the way down. Fuck. Me. She could deep throat.

“Fuuuuck.”

And all I’d had to do was ask. I pulled her back up by her hair, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked to the tip, then pushed her head back down again fast. Naomi took me to the root.

“Fuck. Babe.” I loosened the hold on her hair. “I’m gonna come.”

But Naomi kept going. I wasn’t sure if she was ignoring me or couldn’t hear over all the sounds we were making. Between my panting and the glog glog sound she made as she went up and down, it was easy to miss. I strained to speak louder.

“Babe, you need to let up or…”

Naomi looked up and met my eyes. But rather than pull back she took me in even deeper.

Fuck. She’s letting me come down her throat. I only lasted one more suck before spilling harder and longer than I ever had in my life. Her hot, tight throat worked to swallow every last drop of my cum.

After, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. “Holy shit. I see freaking stars. I never knew that was actually a thing. I thought it was just some crap authors wrote in sappy romance novels.”

Naomi giggled and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand as she settled her head on my chest. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it? No. I fucking loved it. And you just screwed yourself, you know.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m going to want inside that sweet mouth all the time now.”

“That’s okay. I liked it as much as you did.”

I sincerely doubted that. We were both quiet as we caught our breath. Naomi’s head rested over my heart. She tilted her head to look up at me, then let out a big yawn.

“Your heartbeat is so loud.”

I smiled. “Oh yeah? You want to know a secret?”

“Always.”

I ran my knuckles down her cheek. “I think it stopped beating for a long time and only started again because of you.”