4 - Am I having a wet dream?

"Kitten." My eyes flew open at the familiar voice.

I was laying on my side, and infront of me was the familiar white walls of my bedroom. The pillows and blankets were also mine. No body except my own has ever laid on this sheets. Plus I remember locking my door before bed.

Which raised the pressing question.. how did he get in here?

"I can see you're awake."

I sat upright, weakly brushing my eyelids to confirm this wasn't a dream and Nick Beaufort was actually in my room.

"How did you get in here?" I snapped, my gaze trailing his perfectly chiseled chest. If they looked this mesmerizing in the darkness I wondered what they'd look like in the day. Fucking hell! Was I still hung up over this asshole?

"You mean, why I'm I in here?" He breathed, taking slow steps towards my bed.

I clutched my blankets tightly, surprised at the sudden arousal forming through me. Okay, I needed to get my pussy checked cause, why the fuck was I so wet.

"You should leave." I managed to say as he climbed onto my bed, his manly fragrance feeling my nostrils in a way that sent tingles round my entire body.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Before I could think of a clever comeback, he crawled towards me licking the nape of my neck.

A soft moan escaped my lips, as butterflies erupted in my stomach. Good lord. What the fuck was happening right now?

I watched as his hands moved slowly to the center of his lips. "They look soft don't they?" He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine. "Don't you want to bite them?"

I did. It shocked me how much I wanted to. Right now, all I could think about was how he'll feel, how he'd taste. And this was nothing like the sweet ache I felt when I had my first kiss or my first sex. This was something darker, more dangerous, and infinitely more terrifying.

Lifting my head, I inched my lips closer to his and right before they touched he pulled away.

"I want you to be at my mercy kitten. You'll have to beg me to kiss you." He said darkly, as he rolled slowly off my bed and walked to the open window. Without even a glance, he jumped out, leaving me alone with unsettling sensations and drenched thighs. God, I hated him.

***

I shot upright in bed, pulse hammering in my chest as I scanned the darkness for him, but there was no one there. Of course not.. it was just a dream.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I ran a hand through my chestnut locks. I was dreaming about him now? What the fuck?

Groaning, I rolled over to check the time on my phone screen. I still had about an hour before school time, I guess I could chase some release.

Stretching my legs out, my hand slided under the covers, and found it's way into my sleep shorts. My fingers rubbed down my clit through the thin material of my pant.

Resisting the urge to close my eyes. I shifted my pants to the side, as I cupped my wetness and spread it through my inner thighs. My fingers found their way back to my clit applying pressure exactly were I liked it. The feeling jolted through me, excitement chasing it.

All inner thoughts, including the sensible ones, seemed to be locked away as I desperately masturbated. Delving deep into my mind, I played through all my usual fantasies. I never had one person in mind, however one figure materializes as I pursued my pleasure.

He was tall, dangerous and attractive in a way that felt very wrong. Fuck, the last thing I needed was to be lusting after that crazy dude. Yet, the image of him clawed through my mind, euphoric pleasure hitting me.

Sliding another finger inside my clit, I felt my breathing instantly increased, and just as I was about to hit climax...

"Now, this is just an interesting sight, isn't it?"

My eyes instantly snapped up, coming face-to-face with a familiar set of striking ocean eyes, chiseled jaw, and a mouth made for doing very sinful things.

I blinked. Nick. Was I having a wet dream.. again?"