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I stared down at her in shock as she pulled my boxers down and then wrapped her knowing lips around my hard manhood. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked on me. I was stunned to find myself continually responding to her as the desire mounted up in me.
“Oooh, me too!” another gorgeous blonde exclaimed as she sat up on the other side of me. Before I could comprehend what was going on, she was pulling my shoulders back so that I was now looking at the ceiling, and before I could stop her, she was straddling my face.
I sat up with a gasp. Warm arms encircled me. Warm, muscular, olive toned arms. “Bad dream?” Troy’s smooth as silk voice asked as he stroked the exposed skin of my waist.
I looked over at my alarm clock; it was nine o’clock in the morning. Not only had I slept in, but that was one of the most bizarre dreams I have ever had. I scooted closer to Troy’s warm body and felt his morning rise, literally.
“I was a man. I was darker than you, and my mark wasn’t in the right place. I was on the beach. I could smell the ocean. I could hear it. I felt the warm breeze,” I paused for a moment. “And I wasn’t alone. I had one girl going down on me and another that…” I swallowed against the sudden thickness in my throat.
“And…?” Troy prodded me. I could hear the amusement and interest in his voice.
“And another girl that was straddling my face.” I was glad he couldn’t see the warmth flooding my cheeks
from the night light that illuminated my dark, windowless room.
Ever since the attack by Bradford, I had been unable to sleep without a nightlight. I knew it was silly and somewhat irrational, but it comforted me. I never suffered from panic attacks before, and I had been molested and assaulted a few times over the years. Ever since Bradford’s attempt at attacking me in the darkness of the laundry room, I hated the dark. It physically immobilized me, and I was unable to think or rationalize anything when I didn’t have even a little bit of light.
When I was conscious, the dark didn’t bother me, but it was in those waking moments that I suffered from the effects of my attack.
“Mmm,” Troy moaned. “Are you trying to tell me that you would like to straddle my face?”
His warm lips and knowing hands started to dispel my dream and my dark thoughts. He wasted no time finding the warmth between my thighs, and I was slightly embarrassed to realize I was already wet. I knew it wasn’t all Troy that had made my body react.
He chuckled sleepily once more. “Did that dream excite you?” He asked as he threw a bare leg over one of my own. He continued to use his hands and mouth, working me to a near frenzy.
Then suddenly he was on his back. “Come ride my face” he commanded me gently.
I bit my bottom lip. My guys had gone down on me, and I had gone down on them, but I had never straddled their faces. I felt horribly self-conscious. “I don’t want to suffocate you,” I blurted out.
He chuckled once more. “Come on, honey, I promise you won’t suffocate me.”
Facing the foot of the bed, I tentatively got into position and immediately forgot my misgivings as his mouth found me. I sighed and moaned simultaneously. This was definitely an excellent way to wake up. He continued to work me, and I leaned forward, eager to get a taste of him as well. I could taste the moisture on the tip of his manhood and made another satisfied sound at the back of my throat. I felt him moan against me as I grabbed him and moved my hand in the same rhythm as my mouth.
I felt the warmth begin to spread from my toes to my head. I was so close to finding nirvana. I started to work my hips on him as I worked him faster in my mouth. I wanted to prolong our pleasure but found my body tensing up as I felt my release coming. I cried out just as I felt his thighs tense up under my hands.
“I’m going to come,” he warned me.
“Go ahead,” I bade him as I went as far down as I could go, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I felt his warmth fill my mouth and heard his moans and grunts of release.
I placed a plate of over-easy eggs, bacon, and toast in front of Troy before I took my seat next to him at the table. We had taken a shower after another satisfying round of making love. Then I began breakfast, since we missed it. He had pulled out his laptop after I made us coffee. He always made mine perfectly, with just the right amount of cream and sugar.
He closed his laptop as I sat down. He looked pensive for a moment before he cut the edges away from his eggs. “What time of day was it in your dream?”
I looked up at him in surprise, forgetting about it momentarily. “Morning,” I answered after taking a bite of a piece of bacon. “I wanted to go surfing, but I had to be at work in an hour. Why?”
“You said your mark was on your chest. Do you know what you did for a living? Where you were going?” he asked, avoiding my question.
Slowly, realization dawned. I felt idiotic for not connecting the dots earlier. “You think I jumped him, don’t you?”
He nodded slowly.
“That would explain so much.” Then I snorted. “My mystery connection is a man whore. He had not one but two women in his bed. Beautiful blondes…” I suddenly leaped for his laptop. “Good news is, I’m probably not his type,” I said cryptically.
Troy laughed, but I could hear the unease in his laughter. “Not all men have a type. You do realize that… well, never mind.” He coughed. “What are you looking for?”
I forgot about the fact I was probably not my other connections’ type. The implication that he was justifying the other man’s actions indicated he had engaged in similar activities. I paused, my mouth agape.
“You have!” I accused him, slightly surprised and…jealous. “You’ve had a threesome!” I paused again, deep in thought for a second. “I bet Jaxson, Noah, and Remy have, too. Maybe Jace…” My voice trailed off.
