A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... it's not like we're exclusively dating or anything, Em. Besides, Lucrezia doesn't mean anything to me, but you do. You know I love you." That was something he hadn't really told Emma before, at least, not in a way that wasn't brotherly. It made him feel even guiltier than before. Maybe he should've said something sooner? Then he realized something: that he'd completely gone against his own personal promise, to be that yardstick that she could measure future men in her life. He'd failed both of them.

"I know." She stood up and gathered their plates, taking them to the sink to set them in. "I guess I just need to make sure that you stay with me and don't stray."

He cocked an eyebrow at her, standing from the table to look at her. He was just about to ask her what she'd meant, but she settled onto her knees, pulling down his boxers to reveal his cock. She looked him dead in the eyes and slowly took his cock into her mouth. He let out a deep groan of pleasure, reaching out to rest his weight on the nearby counter. "Oh, shit, Em.."

She leaned forward to take him all the way into her throat, hands reaching up to grab his legs as she gagged on him for a moment, then slowly pulled away once again. His free hand rested on her head as she sucked him off, but there was something different about this. A part of him was beginning to realize something wasn't quite right. Usually the blowjobs and sex with Emma had a dull kind of pleasure to it, just didn't feel entirely like the ...

... real thing, and for that matter, he couldn't recall it being so warm.

Then, he heard a loud crack of thunder that jolted him awake, the rumble afterward admitting the culprit of his newly found wakefulness. The lights were off, and he felt a little chilly, except down at his crotch. Through what little light entered through the door to his room, now open despite him having closed it before going to sleep, he could see a head bobbing quickly up and down on his hard cock.

It took a moment for him to realize in the haze of his sleepiness that it wasn't Emma, though with such low light it'd be easy to make that mistake. "Fuck, Willow, are you serious?" He groaned to her. "You are way out of line.." Though he didn't try to stop her outside of reaching down to grip her head lightly. She slowed to a stop, pulled off his saliva-drenched cock with a pop, and looked up at him. He couldn't see her face very well, the light only really hitting the back of her head.

"Why should Emma get all the fun? Do you know how long it's been since I've fucked anyone or sucked a guy off?" Willow replied with a whine, giving the head of his cock a slow lick. "At least let me have this."

"Look, Lo, I got in trouble with Em exactly for just this sort of shit. If this got back to her, she'd lose her shit and probably never talk to me again. Shit, she might not talk to me again period," Mike explained, shuddering from the lick despite his words, and he shifted to try to sit up, hanging his legs ...