Chapter 17

Jade

I was having another erotic dream again.

Julian’s enormous cock was crammed in my mouth, his salty addictive taste on my tongue. He was gloriously naked as he stood above me, bronzed skin glistening and dark ink shifting.

I had never seen his tattoos up close before except on internet pictures so they were kind of a blur to me now as he fucked my throat raw on our bed, big body shuddering and heaving until I could feel that he was close to coming.

I choked around his massive length when he shoved in deep and held there. Just when I thought he was going to release his load, he pulled out and slammed me back against the bed, leaving me staring up at him and waiting breathlessly for his next move.

I was also completely naked, bare breasts bouncing wildly. His lust-filled gaze zeroed in on them and he surged upwards above me before driving his saliva-coated cock between the heaving swells.

His large hands grabbed them and he smacked the side of one before squeezing them around his thrusting cock, panting in intense pleasure as his hips jerked in an uncontrolled up and down movement.

“That’s it sweetheart. Let me fuck these gorgeous tits of yours. You look absolutely stunning taking my cock between them. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this? Since forever.” He growled low before throwing his head back and splashing my chest with hot ropes of his cum, roaring his release straight into the ceiling.

I whimpered and jerked awake, finding my fingers between my legs desperately rubbing my throbbing clit in hard, disjointed motions.

I withdrew them when I realized I had come, ruining my panties and soaking the sheets beneath me.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, shocked at my actions.

What the hell had possessed me?

I had always fantasized about him even from when I was a teenager, especially after a night of searching up his shirtless pictures online, but it had never been as detailed and graphic as that.

Just as I moved to fling back the covers so I could go clean myself up, a flood of memories from yesterday abruptly hit me.

I collapsed back from the shock of it as images after images assaulted my mind, painting a very vivid picture of how badly I had humiliated myself in front of Julian.

“Oh God, no. Oh God, no.” I held my head in both of my hands and began shaking it in frantic denial. “That didn’t happen. It was just a bad dream. A very bad dream.”

Rocking back and forth, I repeated the words again and again, trying so hard to will them into the truth.

But even as I tried to convince myself, I knew it had been real. Because I could still smell a whiff of vomit on my clothes. And I could still remember perfectly well what it felt like to be wrapped against Julian’s powerful back.

Something occurred to me then and I immediately began searching around for my engagement ring when I realized I wasn’t wearing it, only letting out a breath of relief when I found it on my nightstand.

My phone was beside it and it pinged with an incoming notification from Bells.

I quickly grabbed the device and opened the message.

Bells: You were something else yesterday. Jesus Christ. Absolutely feral for that man in the way you were climbing him like you wanted to maul him right then and there. New information about my bestie to file away for later—she’s also a very horny drunk.

Then she attached a bunch of laughing emojis that did nothing to soothe the gaping crack in my chest.

I immediately called her, wanting to offload some of the weight of emotional distress surrounding me.

“I think I just single-handedly destroyed every chance of Julian ever liking me back.” I moaned in misery the moment the line connected.

“Woah, slow down there, Jades. I’m sure whatever it was that happened, it can’t be that bad,” she immediately jumped into reassuring me but it wasn’t really working. “Anything’s fixable.”

“I puked all over his car.”

“Well fuck,” she swore, the hope rushing out of her words like air out of a popped balloon. “Yeah, there’s no coming back from that.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “You’re supposed to lie to me and tell me everything will be fine.” I wailed.

“Jades, everything will be fine. Your relationship with Julian? Totally salvageable.”

“At least make it sound a bit more believable.”

“I’m trying my best here, babe,” she huffed out then paused. “You know what I think you should do? Pretend like nothing happened. I doubt he’ll bring it up if you don’t.”

My face twisted in disappointment. “That’s your worst advice yet.”

“Well, my worst advice for your worst idea.”

“I just wanted to prove that he felt something other than hate for me. That he cared about me so he’d come running when I was drunk and alone.”

“He’s definitely feeling a lot of things towards you right now and I can bet none of them are positive.”

“God, you’re no help.” I sniffed, patting my face dry. “I’m going to try and deal with this on my own.”

“Good luck,” she said. “Call me if you’re still alive by then.”