Prologue

Why can’t I move?!

Ah, it must be one of those dreams again.

Or what do they call it…

Sleep paralysis.

I groan, but the sound is only in my mind because, like the rest of my body, my throat isn‘t responding to the impulses coming from my brain.

I fail to move again while my eyes are wide open, staring into the blackness of the room.

The first subconscious impulse I feel is panic, which climbs along my legs, expanding into my stomach, but slowly, another feeling takes over, my heartbeat accelerating as a strange heat pushes the panic back.

My dick hardens under the covers and I cuss myself out as it rubs against the bed sheets as it grows, making me feel like burning up.

And I can’t even close my eyes.

I just lay there staring into the darkness, concentrating on my breathing to calm down, like my doctor instructed me to, even if I don’t want to get out of it.

Not yet.

The reason for it finally moves out of the shadows, materializing in front of me.

My breathing pattern changes as my eyes roam his broad shoulders and his muscular frame. His gorgeous face has a small smile playing on his lips that seems rather mocking as he looks down at me. His squared jaw and his dark eyes seem a bit friendlier because of the dimples forming as his smile broadens.

He moves slowly as he comes closer, leaning over the bed and making me gulp as I watch him with my heart beating fast in my chest.

It is like seeing a deadly predator nearing its prey that is already trapped for him, ready to eat it up alive.

And my cock twitches as it is insanely hot.

My eyes move, following the movements of his hand as he lifts my blanket, exposing my naked body and my hard cock.

“So you have been waiting for me.” His deep baritone travels through me, hitting my heart with a direct blow. “And here I was, thinking that you didn’t like it last time.”

I try to open my mouth, but it’s no avail. The words die in my throat and I haven’t even the ability to part my lips.

I should have talked to my doctor about it, but as in the beginning I was afraid that I would be sent to a psychiatrist's ward, I’m now afraid of him not coming back.

I know exactly how unhealthy that is, and it makes my life worthless as I project all my joy into these moments. First, it happened once a week, and now nearly daily, and if you might think that it is exhausting, it is.

But every day that I start without him is hell.

Our interaction has always been kind of sexual. It started out with stares and morphed into simple touches.

To the extent that I had to masturbate every time after I fully woke up.

Last time was the first time he dared to undress me.

To my surprise, he lowered my shorts to give me a blowjob.

And as it was the absolute best feeling that I had ever had, I chose to push my luck this time.

‘Suck me again,’ I beg to myself, not able to speak those words even if I’d like to shout them at him.

He grins as he lowers on me, licking from my balls up my shaft only to end up kissing my tip.

‘Fuck,’ I moan internally and I would give everything to bury my fingers into his black hair.

Releasing spit onto my cock, he takes it into his mouth fully, taking me deeper with every bob of his head.

I feel my entire being burning up as he sucks my cock eagerly, making me reach my release faster than I would like to.

I love having his lips on me, his tongue pressing along my shaft as he blows me.

His mouth is so incredibly hot, his sucks increasing until he gulps, making me hit his throat.

‘Fuuuuck,’ I groan silently as I squirt off, and my heart twists as I watch him gulping my release down, licking his lips as if he enjoyed every drop of it.

I’d like to reach out to touch him, feel his skin under my fingertips, let my hands run along his muscular body hiding under the t-shirt. It’s a month now that I have been dreaming of seeing his cock, or for me to beg him to take me raw, but I guess, my dream will stay a dream as I can’t see him turning me to fuck me while I’m paralyzed and muted.

What an absolutely shitty situation.

I have tried to beg him with my eyes but he never read it right.

I dream of him kneeling on my bed, and taking off his t-shirt, the sweat droplets running down his chest as he positions me to take me… Hard.

He straightens his spine, and my eyes widen as instead of moving back into the shadows, he bends over me again.

Moaning, I enjoy him running his tongue up my neck, he nibbles at my skin, my heart stopping as he wraps his hand around my cock.

He starts moving his hand up and down, my cock hardening under his touch.

As soon as he has me hard for him again, he starts moving his hand faster, squeezing me while my lungs practically implode at the moans trapped in it.

He continues to nibble at my skin, sucking and biting into it gently.

‘Shit,’ I cuss in my mind as I come again.

While my cum spurts out of me, I suddenly feel him bite into my neck.

My heart stills for a second as he seems to drink from me, my senses turning dizzy as it increases the high I’m experiencing.

I breathe out a moan, my sleep paralysis slowly lifting as I succumb to the overpowering feeling of ecstasy.

Damn those lucid fantasies.