failed him. His blood is on my hands, and that knowledge still haunts me in both waking and dreaming. Most nights are a slow ticking of seconds marking the path of the moon across the sky interspersed with restless dreams. I expect tonight to be more of the same.
So when I wake in a strange bed to Isabelle’s ass rocking against my hard cock, I’m disoriented as fuck. It feels like a dream, though mine are usually soaked in blood and loss. This is something else altogether, more like this moment something too good to be real. I don’t trust it, but I also can’t help myself.
I don’t want it to end.
I keep my eyes shut, unwilling to break the sleepy spell wrapped around me, and coast my hands up her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breasts. She grinds her ass more insistently against me. Like she needs my cock, but she’s just as caught in the dream as I am. Move too much and it all becomes real. Real motivation. Real consequences.
Another slow stroke down her body and she catches my hand, guiding it between her thighs. If I don’t think too hard, this could almost be a memory, rather than something playing out in real time. She didn’t sleep over nearly as often as I would have liked, but every time it happened, we woke up just like this. Her body moving restlessly against mine, my cock sliding into her before either of us was fully awake.
I cup her pussy and have to fight back a curse when I find her wet. Slowly, oh so slowly, I trace her opening. Teasing us both.
She goes perfectly still except to spread her thighs to allow me better access. Good girl. I drag my mouth over the line of her shoulder and shift down the slightest amount. She rocks her hips again and then my cock is there, pressing against her entrance.
I shouldn’t.
I can pretend this is a dream until the end of time, but there’s no mistaking the way Gaeton’s weight dips the mattress on the other side of Isabelle. We entered into this bargain together, and it feels too close to what we had before to just fuck her now while he sleeps on beside us. Too separate.
I circle her clit and open my eyes. And find Gaeton staring directly at me.
Shock freezes me. This is no dream. But then, I knew that the moment Isabelle moved against me. It’s been over a year since we woke up like this, except we never woke up like this, with Gaeton watching us with a lazy pleasure building in his eyes.
I raise my eyebrows in silent question. Apparently we were putting on a show and I hadn’t realized. Maybe it should bother me. This man has been my strongest competition since I accepted a position with the Man in Black. For nearly a decade, we’ve fought and jockeyed for positions of favor, both with Orsino and with Isabelle.
All that seems so far away right now.
At the end of the day, we want the same things. We always have.
I stop playing with Isabelle’s clit and pull the sheets off us, exposing us to Gaeton’s sight. There’s no mistaking exactly what we were doing, exactly how close to fucking we are. And then I wait, ignoring Isabelle’s restless shifting. She obviously hasn’t opened her eyes yet.
Gaeton takes his time. He stares at my cock long enough that I can actually feel myself getting harder under his attention. The man looks at my dick like he wants to suck me dry.
Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing, us proving a point, though I’ll be the first to admit one has to squint a bit to make that logic work. Truth be told, I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. All our pent-up aggression is one match strike away from being pure lust. I’ve always suspected it, but last night more than proved my theory. Having his ass like that was barely enough to whet my appetite. Surely he feels the same way?
Why not take advantage of this opportunity and fuck out some of these conflicting feelings over the next two weeks?
I press one hand to Isabelle’s stomach, keeping her pinned to me, and shift down a bit more to grip my cock with my free hand. I hold Gaeton’s gaze and stroke it, letting him see the challenge there.