for the answers, and all too soon he complies, leaning his head down to capture my mouth. At first he’s hesitant, but when I respond, he steps even closer until his body is pressed against mine. Heart beating wildly, my loins suddenly awaken, and I moan into his mouth. Why I am doing this, I have no idea. I just want to get lost—even if only for a moment. I want to stop the never-ending torture in my head.
So I let Michael kiss me. I let him slide his tongue against mine. I let his hand explore my body as our kisses deepen. When he breaks away to kiss the side of my neck, I throw my head back, moaning out his name. With my bottom perched on the table, Michael thrusts his hardened groin into mine. By now I’m on fire, my hands exploring every part of his body until I come to his belt buckle. I yank at it, pulling one side until it loosens as Michael frantically unbuttons his jeans and lets down his fly. Within an instant, my skirt is hitched up, and his cock is at my entrance, desperate to find its way in.
In one quick thrust, he enters me to the hilt, our cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls. I don’t think. I only feel, my body humming with a euphoria that I haven’t had the pleasure of in a while.
“Fuck!” he shouts, thrusting hard inside me. “You feel so fucking good, Ana.”
I groan out his name as this is all I can do. No words seem to form in my head as I take the pleasure he is giving me.
When his movements become faster, tingles roil throughout the whole of my body, causing me to tremble with an anticipated climax.
“Come for me, Ana. I want to feel you come on my cock!”
Michael pulls his head back to look at me, but when he does, he’s not Michael anymore.
He’s Jake.
Right when I’m about to detonate around him…
20
“What the fuck?!” I shout, sitting up from my bed, panting like I’ve just been on a ten-mile run.
“What’s with all the ruckus?” Jessie shouts back, swinging my door open.
I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. My chest is laced with sweat, my breathing erratic.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
Michael did come round yesterday, and we did discuss Jake, but then soon after Jessie came home, we ate the pizza together, and then he left. My mind seems to have altered everything that happened from the moment I gave my little speech about being this unborn baby’s sister.
Fuck, I’m going crazy.
“Bad dream?” Jessie asks, sitting on the edge of my bed with her oversized Fame t-shirt on.
I let out a laugh. “I suppose the answer is yes and no.”
Jessie frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I laugh again, wondering if I should tell her. But then again, why shouldn’t I? “I had a dream Michael and I had sex on your dining table, and then right as I was about to come, his face morphed into Jake’s.”
Jessie smacks her knee, her body trembling in hysterics. “Oh, my God, that’s the funniest shit I’ve heard all weekend.”
I glance at her, perplexed. “Well then, your weekend couldn’t have been that great.”
She giggles back. “You know what I mean. I wouldn’t look too deeply into it. I think you just had that dream because subconsciously, you believe Michael is trying to take Jake’s place. He said it himself that Jake requested that he steps in and do what ‘should’ be his job.” She says the should part with air quotes to emphasize her point.
Thinking about it logically, it does make sense. It’s just … I don’t think I’m going to be able to look at Michael the same anymore after that dream.
“It is a logical explanation, I guess.”
She nudges my arm. “See. I should be a dream interpreter.” She glances off into space. “I wonder how much money I would earn for that.”
Deciding to change the subject, I ask. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost seven, so time to get up, lickety-split.” I groan but scoot my butt across the edge of the bed and get up. “Want coffee when you’re out the shower?”
I turn my body towards Jessie, moaning. “Oh, would I ever!”
Jessie gets up from my bed and heads for the door. “Coming right up, Michael fucker.”
I gasp, but before I can even respond, she’s out the door, laughing her head off.