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“Your chest isn’t bare.” Andrew’s hips gave a tiny little thrust upward into me. I could feel his hard length through the fabric of his jeans. “You’re wearing a bra.”
“Good point.” I quickly unclasped it and tossed it at Tristan. The air was cool on my bare skin, and I felt a shiver of nervousness now that I was nude and neither of them were. “There. It was like this.”
Andrew’s chest heaved with a deep breath as he took in the sight of me for the first time. His breath was warm on my nipples as he leaned closer, his mouth tantalizingly close.
“Did I caress you with my hands?” he asked.
“I don’t remember,” I breathed. “Refresh my memory for me?”
Finally, Andrew let go of whatever inhibition he had been holding onto. He touched my hips, then ran his hands up my side and finally across both breasts. His cock pulsed underneath me as he squeezed me for the first time, finally leaning forward the rest of the way and kissing my nipple. In the chair to my right, Tristan let out a soft noise of approval as he watched.
“Ohh, just like that,” I crooned while Andrew’s tongue devoured my nipple. “That feels so good. Just like in the dream.”
“Yeah?” Andrew asked before refocusing on his task.
“Mmm hmm. The only difference is we were both naked in the dream.”
“We can make that happen,” he replied.
I shook my head. “Not yet. Keep kissing me first.”
I meant kissing my breasts, but Andrew put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me down into a real kiss. The surprise of it made his lips that much sweeter as our mouths connected for the first time, the culmination of a week of teasing, laughing, and flirting. A moan bubbled out of my throat, changing pitch as Andrew’s fingers gave my nipple a tiny little pinch.
“And what was I doing during all of this?” Tristan asked. “In the dream, of course.”
“You were sitting nearby. Watching,” I explained. I felt like I was in control of the situation, so I added, “I’ll tell you when you’re needed.”
Tristan chuckled and said, “I excel at following instructions.”
Andrew and I made out on the couch while Tristan watched from the side. Having his hungry eyes on us turned me on far more than I expected. As our kiss deepened, tongues dancing wetly with the faint taste of lime from the margaritas, I ground against Andrew’s crotch with greater urgency.
“What happened next?” Andrew finally demanded. “Tell me.”
Gazing up at me, I could tell he would do anything I asked. Anything my heart desired. Knowing that all of this was okay, knowing that Pierce had insisted on it, took away most of the anxiety I would have otherwise felt about the situation.
The only thing left was the desire to fulfill the sizzling fantasy of the dream.
“Next I was on my back, and you… were fucking me,” I replied.
Andrew leaned up to kiss me again. Then he took over, grabbing me by the waist and rolling me sideways on the couch. His fingers were at my jeans quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping and unclothing like there was no time to waste. I grabbed at his shirt, tugging it over his head until we were both bare and vulnerable together. I stared up at him, giving him a hungry look that needed no translation.
“Hurry,” I breathed as he guided himself into me. “Don’t go slowly. I need it, I need you, please—yes!”
I cried out as he sank into me, every throbbing inch of his cock filling me. He wasn’t painfully huge the way he was in the dream, but he was the perfect size in real life—enough that my moan carried on for several seconds as I wrapped my legs around him and held him against me. He bent down to kiss me, his chestnut hair brushing against my face as he began to move, pumping into me with barely-restrained desire.
Over in the chair, Tristan’s blue-gray eyes bore into us intently.
Oh my God, it’s really happening, I thought as Andrew fucked me. Just like in the dream.
It was so wonderful, so intense, that I was close within seconds. The moment I touched my clit, pressing it inward with just the right amount of pressure, the storm was unleashed. I panted frantically for a few seconds, then gasped and shuddered with sweet release as the orgasm rocked me. Seeing my pleasure, Andrew slammed his cock into me as hard as he could, jackhammering me so thoroughly that the climax went on and on and on. Even when I took my hand away and cupped his cheek, his urgent thrusts caused little aftershock orgasms to roll up and down my body like waves against the beach outside.
It could have ended there. Andrew could have tensed, gripping me tightly and shooting his seed deep inside of me, and we all would have gone to bed happy.
But it wasn’t enough. This was just the beginning of the dream. And now that we had begun acting it out, I needed to see it through to the end.
“Bend me over,” I begged. “Fuck me from behind.”
Andrew slowed the thrusting of his hips, gave me a long, deep kiss on the lips, then lifted me in the air. I spun around, landing on my knees. Knowing what came next in the dream, I crawled forward until my elbows were on the armrest of the couch. Facing Tristan.
