02 The Dream

Christos.

Walking nakedly out of the shower some minutes later, Christos swore again with bleary eyes, regretting the impulse to drink. He knew he was drunk which is why he had quickly left his friend’s engagement party to come back to his room for a sleep.

Rubbing his head briskly with the white towel in his hand, he walked unsteadily to the door to flick the lock before moving staggeringly to the bed. Dropping the wet towel to the floor, Christos flipped the duvet and was surprised to see the back view of a fair maiden on his bed.

‘Oh heavens! Why will Julius arrange a girl for me without informing me when I didn’t ask him for one?

And why is she lying there pretending to be asleep? A street vixen pretending shyness? Hmm!’

‘I guess I will just have to ignore her. Presently, I need more sleep than I need a siren. She will just have to bear with the disappointment.’ I decided tiredly before moving to the other side of the bed to lie down.

But even in my incapacitated state, I can’t help but have a flash of her fair golden skin. Damn, but even the back view of the girl is a sight to behold.’ I thought drowsily before succumbing to the power of sleep.

Some minutes later, or could it be hours? I felt some heaviness on my arms and forcing my bleary eyes to open slightly, I was shocked to see what resembles a golden blond hair covering my upper chest. 

It took me some extra minutes to remember the events earlier. Julius' party, the drink & dizziness and the fair maiden he sent to my room, probably thinking I needed one. 

The maiden who is at the moment sleeping cozily on my arms with her head on my chest and one leg wrapped around my torso. At least that is what I feel even though my head isn’t thinking too straight and my eyes are heavy as fuck. 

Deciding it’s too tiring to force them open, I simply closed my eyes which left my senses open to feelings. 

Hmm dammit, it seems my power machine is on red alert despite the tiredness in my head and body. And the young lady isn’t helping matters, not with the way she kept sighing and moving at the moment.

Wondering if she was indeed real or she is just a pigment of his imagination, Christos wished he could put on the light by the bedside but for a reason, he stopped the impulse. It’s as if putting on a light to see her face would make this a reality and it might ruin things.

‘Well, if this is a dream, then I don’t want it to stop.’ I accepted calmly even as I found my hand on her chest, rubbing her sensitive nipples. 

I almost believed it was real when the lady unconsciously pushed her breast more eagerly into my palms.

But Christos knew he was a drunken man having a moment of fantasy and the situation wasn’t real. Usually, he isn’t the type of man to bed anything available.

Moving intuitively and still in that dreamy state, I released the lady’s breast from their restriction and I clamped my mouth on one pointed nipple.

‘Oh wow, I almost opened my eyes from the joy of it but I didn’t want the dream to stop.’

I moaned appreciatively and the lady also moaned. Without waiting, I raised her lips for a deep druggy kiss and when she responded, I slipped my hand below to find her all shades of wet. Without wasting time, I flipped her on her back and with unusual enthusiasm, i went all in with my glorious rod.

She opened her eyes widely with a small scream at the same time I woke from my drunken state and my eyes opened blearily wide. And even in the darkness, I could see her brownish ocean deep eyes.

Two things occurred to me simultaneously. The lady underneath me is not a dream. She is real and she is obviously a Virgin. Well, was, is the word because even now, despite the seriousness of the moment, I can feel myself moving slowly deep inside her. Oh heck!

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought it was a dream. I didn’t know you are a Virgin else I would have exercised more restraint.” Even as I apologised in a drunken voice that sounded so far from my usual voice, I could not stop moving inside of her.

“Who are you? What are you doing to me? Please let me go.” The lady cried and begged but it was too late.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I kept saying even as I raised the tempo and after a moment, the lady moaned deeply, unable to stop herself from the pleasure.

At that moment, everything in me wanted to put on the light, so desperate to see her face and watch her expression as I took her on a ride of pleasure, but even my Will would not obey me at that moment as I found myself pounding hard into her depth.

Within minutes, she reached for her pleasure and I followed closely behind. 

Even as I crumbled tiredly beside her, I assured myself there is no cause for hurry and worry. I would see her face in the morning when we went on another round of pleasure.

It’s weird that a virgin would allow herself to be arranged so casually for a man but it’s not impossible. Probably she needed money and Julius already told her I have it in tons.

Well, a Virgin isn’t something I usually see on my bed, and for a sweet one like this? I’m ready to spoil her with money and jewellery. Maybe, I will even take her as my mistress for as long as I want her.’ I thought satisfactorily before succumbing to the power of sleep.

Unfortunately, I woke up in the morning to find that it was not as I pictured it. And even though I could still feel the effect of last night’s drinking judging by the ache in my head, it was apparent I’m all alone in the room. No sign of a woman.

“Wait? Was it a dream?” I asked the room in exasperation even as I walked to the chair to remove my mobile from my pant pocket.

“Hey buddy? Are you awake?” I asked impatiently, after putting a call through to my friend, Julius.

“Hey dammit nigga, I’m an engaged man, I need my sleep.” Julius answered in frustration from the other end even though it’s obvious he was not doing much sleeping, judging from the way he picked on the third ring.

Waving aside his foolishness, I went straight to the point.

“Hmm, tell me. What’s the name of the girl you sent to my room last night?” I’m sure he could detect the seriousness from my tone.

“Gal? What gal are ya talking ‘bout?” Julius went all accents on me.

“I mean the girl you arranged to sleep in my room last night.” I prompted again impatiently.

“Hey hollup nigga, ain’t no gal from my end. I sent no gal to your room my nigga. What's you talking ‘bout?” And yea, even my tired brain could pick out the confusion in his voice.

“You mean you did not send any female to my room after I excused myself from your party?” I asked again quietly, trying to be sure.

“No, there was no gal; at least not from my end, and considering you don’t know anyone from last night’s party, I can’t think of who will do such.” There was a purse and then, 

“Is anything the problem? You want me to come over?” My friend asked with some concern and it finally occurred to me that he was serious.

‘There was no woman. It had been a dream all along. A sexual dream that felt all too real but still a dream nevertheless’. It was a depressing thought.

Knowing I have to say something, I forced a slight chuckle to allay his concerns.

“No, there is no need for that. I must have been dreaming. “I conceded and Julius' laughter did not help matters.

“A dream? A whole Christos Fernandez? I won’t believe this.” Julius said with some laughter and even I myself could hear the trace of shock in his voice.

“Hmm, I will end the call now.” Unwilling to be a source of amusement to anyone, I did not wait for a response before pressing the disabling button.

So Julius did not send a female to my room. It had all been a dream? But even though I can’t remember the details of it, how come it tasted so real? And I could still feel her softness all over my rod?

Even now, my man below is getting hard from the memory of it.

But when it suddenly occurred to me that I couldn’t describe the lady in any particular detail, nor did I know what she looked like, I accepted that it’s probably a dream.

If for nothing else, my wolf would have known.

Except that, my wolf chose this moment once again to be quiet on me. If truly a girl had been to this room, he was choosing not to say anything about it. 

Still angry at last night’s escapade I guess.

Well, I will just have to trust the obvious evidence in front of me, which states that it was all a dream. 

A weird but satisfying dream!

Raising a broad shoulder in a tiny shrug, I picked the towel on the rich carpet and moved to the bathroom.

Turning the shower to freezing cold, I allowed it to overwhelm me and my wolf was not happy about that but I ignored him. If I needed to bring my brain and body under control then I needed it.

Coming out of the shower a few minutes later, I walked to the built-in closet of the hotel suite and removed a white shirt and brown pants from the clothes I had arranged earlier. I walked to the bed and just as I dropped them, my eyes caught something.

Moving slowly for closer inspection, I turned the duvet and what caught my eye left me cold and speechless.

It was blood. A red tiny spot of blood on the white sheet. Nothing spectacular, nothing that should be extraordinary on a normal day.

‘Except for someone who dreamt he just had a night of pleasure with a Virgin.’

Looking more to the left side of the bed, I saw a shiny button and when I picked it up, I realised it was a small silver pendant. From a chain?

“Do you know anything about this?” I asked of my wolf but customary of his attitude when things doesn’t go his way, he remained quietly sullen.

Rubbing the small pendant in between two fingers, I realised I had been fooled by someone. 

All along, I have been thinking it was a dream but in reality, a girl had been to my room, on my bed, and we had a night of pleasure before she ran away in the night like a thief.

Turning abruptly, I checked the room sharply and with cursory eyes it was obvious nothing was amiss. If she had been sent on a stealing mission, then she must be a terrible thief because as far as I could see, she took nothing.

But Christos Fernandez isn’t concerned about whether she stole anything or not. The questions on his mind right now are totally erratic as he remembered in a blur that cry of plea when he penetrated her female cover.

“What was a Virgin doing in my room?”

‘What does she really want by coming into my bed?’

‘And most importantly, who the hell is this woman?’ 

Dammit! Now I understand why my wolf is always against us drinking alcohol. It makes things blurry and difficult to understand. 

I Wish I had listened while he was trying to make me change my mind.

‘Damn my stubborn wolf’s blood.’ I cussed crassly and for the first time in fifteen hours, my wolf spoke up. He snarled angrily in protest and I felt the impact all to my human toes. 

Oh dammit all to hell!