“It would be my pleasure.” My hand was retrieved out from under the covers, then his lips wrapped around my fingers, sucking them clean. “Mm…fuck, you taste so good.” A little growl came at that. The covers were flipped back, making my nipples pull tight, cool air playing over my skin. “Oh, Red…” For a minute, he just stared, paying homage to my body in a way I wasn’t sure that actual Haze would, but this was fantasy, so I could make him entirely transfixed by my beauty if I wanted.
I wanted.
“I think I’m gonna need more than that little taste, love.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer, slamming his mouth down on mine, giving me the kind of kiss I’d always dreamed about but never got, a hungry one with plenty of teeth—the kiss of a wolf. Because I was fantasising, my fingers dug into his hair, and it was soft as satin, slipping through no matter how hard I gripped. In the end, I didn’t want to hold him still because his mouth worked its way down, my breath catching in my ribs.
This was where shit had gotten vague for teenage me, but I was an adult now, and I could fill in the gaps with much greater ease. So when he traced my nipple with his tongue, when he gripped my breast between strong fingers, keeping it immobilised as he brushed his lips across it, then sucked it deep, I knew exactly how that felt. But because this was a dream, it was so much fucking better. When I was turned on, it always felt like there was a connection between my nipples and my clit, but now, dream Haze set me on fire, each pulse feeling like there was another mouth doing the exact same thing between my legs.
Fuck, there could be. This was my fantasy, and I could populate it with as many people as I wanted.
Dream Haze pulled his mouth free, looking at me with hazy silver eyes.
“You want more hands on deck, Red?” Apparently, my fantasies were terribly self-aware. “You gotta let me be the one to lick your pussy though.” When he smiled just slightly, I caught a peek of his fangs. “Who do you want to play with your tits? What about Colt? He’d just about come in his jocks for an opportunity to get his hands on these.”
Haze cradled both breasts, his expression serious now as his thumbs brushed over both nipples, until all of a sudden, there was Colt on the bed with us.
“What the—?” he said, but Haze shook his head.
“Our girl’s getting herself off and needs us to help her. I told her you were the man for the job, and you’re not gonna make a liar of me, are you, brother?”
Colt didn’t reply, or at least not with words. He took over the space Haze vacated as his brother pressed a kiss to my hip bone, then my inner thigh. For a moment, Colt just stared, watching my lips fall open as Haze’s kisses got wilder, closer to where I needed them. His eyes shone as a finger separated my folds, Haze’s breath over the soaked skin making me shiver, then I gasped as he pushed a finger inside.
“Don’t just stare at her, brother,” Haze instructed.
“Fuck…” Colt hissed, then his head dropped down, his lips ghosting across mine. “I’ve waited so fucking long to do this.”
And so had I, which was the point, of course. That was what this was. My subconscious was exorcising their influence on my life, letting me have a little moment with them in the safety of my own mind and with a guarantee of no wet spot to sleep in afterwards. So I reached for Colt, tugging his head down, taking his mouth, his own ferocity matching then overtaking mine.
“Fuck, Riley,” Colt snapped between kisses. “Fuck!”
His hand slid around my throat, keeping me pinned to the bed as his head dropped lower, the contrast between his kisses and his grip tantalising, and then there was Haze. My thighs were spread wide, like he couldn’t bear me being anything other than completely open to him, just like I imagined he would.
I knew this was just fantasy, briefly conscious of my fingers working my clit, but I couldn’t seem to hold onto reality. All this long repressed shit was rushing up, and it wouldn’t be held back.
Apparently, I’d always dreamed of Colt’s lips and teeth scoring my nipples, sucking hard, almost to the point of pain, his thumb pressing down on my pulse. And Haze, I made him a fucking virtuoso at oral sex. He took his time to eat me like I was his favourite food, his tongue collecting all my slick, sucking it down in a series of lewd sounds, before going back for more with a greediness that made me smile. In my fantasy, I grabbed a handful of his hair, and he groaned against me in response.
“Want me to shove my face in your pussy?” he asked, resisting my grip until he didn’t. He pushed his tongue inside me, making me want to scream, before he pulled away again. “Fuck it, ride my face.”
Colt moved instantly, picking me up as his brother lay down on the bed, grinning at me with a messy smile. But Haze reached for me with grabby hands, dragging me closer, despite my wary expression.
“Can’t suffocate me in a dream,” he said, because apparently, even fantasy Haze was prepared to break the fourth wall. But he moved my legs until they straddled his face and then pulled me down. “Mm…” That went vibrating through me. “Mm mm…”
God, if only fantasy was reality and men were that bloody enthusiastic about going down on you, because fantasy Haze attacked me with a gusto that made my spine tighten. I was getting close already, my fingers moving faster now, when I felt another body press against mine.
“Let me do that for you, love.”
Colt’s body was hard and bare as it pressed into mine, his hands sliding across my torso, one to cup my breast, the other sliding between my legs. The brothers coordinated perfectly, Haze lashing me with his tongue, then forcing it as deep as he could as Colt worked my clit.
“Fuck…” I hissed, in the fantasy, in reality, feeling like I was a piece of string pulled taut between the two of them.
“You gonna come for us?” Colt rasped into my ear. “Gonna drown him in your slick?” That perturbed me, but he refused to let anything else get to me. “Ride his face now, love. Grind your pussy into his mouth, let his nose rub against your clit. Give him what he needs.”
We moved as one then, my hips undulating and his following suit, each stroke shoving Colt’s cock hard against the softness of my buttocks. Haze clung on, frantically licking and sucking, pushing me to higher and higher heights, until several fingers were shoved inside me.
That harsh stretch, my body fighting to take it, unlocked something inside me, a liquid heat spilling only to scald every single inch of me.
“Haze…” I panted. “Haze!”