In Your Dreams

Was it morning already? Maria could hear muffled voices coming from the hallway and the clickety-clack of suitcase wheels. Somewhere an elevator bonged. Maria reached over for her phone to check the time. 4:30. People with early flights to catch, she thought. Too bad they couldn't be quieter or maybe that the hotel hadn't invested in slightly thicker walls.

She settled back against her pillow. Thin walls meant noises went both ways. Had they been especially loud last night? Warren had a way of groaning her name when he came that could be embarrassing if anyone they knew was walking by. She made a little grimace then glanced over at the other pillow.

Warren was awake, studying her. He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Good morning," he said softly.

She nodded. "I should go," she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. "Go where?"

"Go home," she told him. "To my husband. You remember him?"

"I don't think I've had the pleasure," Warren said. "And speaking of pleasure..." He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time on the mouth. His hand stole over and rested on her breast. His cock pushed up against her hip, hot and stiff and a little sticky.

Maria lifted her arms and encircled his neck. The feeling of his mouth on hers was almost magical, vibrating inside her and immediately warming her up. She liked kissing Louis, of course she did, but it didn't light her up the way Warren did. Just because Warren was new? She didn't know, probably, but had she ever felt this way kissing Louis?

His hand moved slowly on her breast, then drifted downward. Her hips rose slightly off the bed. She broke the kiss.

"You're terrible," she told him.

"Huh uh," he said. "I'm marvelous. Remember? You told me so not so very long ago."

"Huh," she said. "I better be careful what I say. Next thing you'll be getting all conceited."

He flexed his hips, rubbing his cock against her. His mouth covered hers again, his tongue probing insistently, excitingly. The hand on her belly moved further down, to her thigh. He pushed gently and her legs spread apart, allowing his hand and his fingers access to what they sought. When he brushed against her clit, her hips rose again and her hands came up to his face.

"Where's the condom?" she demanded.

"Oh," he murmured. "So you want me to fuck you?"

She made an inarticulate noise and tried to capture his hand between her legs.

"Tell me you want it," he told her.

"Yes," she said.

"Say it," he insisted.

"Yes," she said. Her hand snaked down and found his cock. "I want you to fuck me," she said. She gave him a slightly crooked grin, as if she kind of thought it was funny, but it really wasn't. She was all warmed up now and dying to feel him inside her again.

"I know what you really want," he said. "You want me to fuck you bareback."

What? No way."No," she said.

"I'm not going to," he said. He rose up and moved over on top of her. "But that's what you want." He settled between her legs and the tip of his cock touched her lips. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

"No," she said again. "Get the condom."

"I will," he promised. "In a minute. I'm just enjoying thinking about it. It's a delicious thought, isn't it?"

She didn't answer, just stared up at him. Where was he going with this? He kissed her again, then reached under the pillow and pulled out the condom. He rose up on his knees and tore open the packet.

"You see," he continued. "I'm putting it on. But I do like thinking about it, sliding into you, feeling your skin against mine. Feeling how hot and wet you are." The condom unrolled onto his cock. He flicked the wrapper away and settled back down. Her legs rose up around him and her arms encircled his neck again.

"Wouldn't it be nice?" he asked her. His cock, now covered, pressed against her opening, slid in a fraction of an inch.

"I don't know," she whispered.

"The best part," he continued. "Would be when you got home. When Louis slid his fingers into you and found... what?" He lowered his head and kissed her nipple.

Maria froze. "I'm not sure..." she started.

"Think about it," Warren urged. "Think about him going down on you and tasting it, tasting me." He kissed her other nipple. "Think about him fucking you, his cock sliding around inside you, both of you knowing..." His voice died away and his cock pushed a little further inside her.

"He likes it that you fuck me," he added.

Maria looked away. "I shouldn't have told you that," she said.

"But you like it too," he said. "Thinking about him thinking about you. It's a kick, isn't it? Him at home with his boner, imagining you with your pussy full of cock." He leaned down and kissed her hard, his teeth pushing against her lips.

"Just fuck me," she told him.

"That's what I'm doing," he said. His hips moved and he slid all the way into her. She made a small noise. "You've never had it like this, have you?"

She swallowed. "Just..."

"Have you?" he insisted.

"No..."

"So that's what you need to do when you go home. Tell him I fucked you like you've never been fucked. That you came like you never came before."

"Warren..."

He stopped moving, just lay there on top of her, staring down at her.

"Don't stop," she said faintly.

"He's probably awake right now," Warren said. "Holding onto his dick. Imagining you just like you are now, with me lying on top of you. Fucking you."

She didn't answer but ran her hands across his shoulders. "Warren," she whispered. She felt her arousal ebbing away, an edge of something else (guilt? almost fear?) rising up. She shouldn't have told Warren about the fantasies she shared with Louis, it wasn't fair that he should be gloating about fucking her, about poor Louis waiting for her at home. And she definitely didn't want any kind of unprotected sex with Warren.

More voices in the hallway, not muffled now. Running footsteps, the elevator again. Warren ran his teeth across her shoulder. His hips were bouncing up and down, he wasn't paying any attention to her pleasure. This time it was just about Warren, his cock driving into her, his fingers now clawing at her breasts.

"I'm going to come," he growled.

"Yes," Maria told him softly. "You need to come."

"Oh..." he groaned. He flung his head back. "Maria!" he bellowed, louder than ever. And then again, in the same terrible hoarse cry, "Oh Maria!"

*****

Maria stepped out of the shower. She leaned forward and used one corner of her towel to clear an area on the fogged mirror.There she is, she thought.Maria, the girl who gets what she wants. So why does she look so sad?

She pulled her lips back in a smile that leaned into grimace.It's okay,she told herself.You're just exhausted.She smiled again, for real this time.Poor Maria, worn to a shadow from too much explosive sex. See how sympathetic everyone is?

Warren was sitting up in bed, looking at his phone. She flashed him a quick smile and went over to her bag.

"You really have to go?" he asked.

"Yes," she said lightly. "And this way you can get some sleep before you have to go into the office."

He didn't say anything. Maria pulled up her panties and dropped her towel on the chair. Bra, now her dress.

"That's not the dress you had on last night," Warren observed.

"I might be a little conspicuous," she said. "Coming home in that dress in the early hours of the morning. Without my husband. I brought this along to change into." She opened the closet and got her evening dress off the hanger.

Warren grunted. "What about tonight?" he asked.

She glanced over at him. He did look gorgeous, sitting up naked in the bed. His hair was tousled like a little boy's, but nothing else about him looked anything like a little boy. She felt a sudden urge to go over and get back in the bed but she quashed it.

"I don't know," she said.

He nodded. "You know what we should do? We should go to Chicago."

She paused. "What do you mean?"

"For the weekend," he said. "You and me. I can show you the town."

She laughed. "I'm sure that's what you have in mind," she told him. "Tour guide Warren."

"Well," he admitted. "Of course, we'd fuck too." He paused. "Okay," he added. "Mostly we'd fuck."

Maria smiled and shook her head. "I think I owe my husband some time. Not to mention the cat. Poor little critter must be missing me terribly."

But Warren didn't crack a smile. "That's what I'm saying," he said. "Let's get away for a few days. No husband." He gave a small grin. "No cat."

She studied him, then shook her head. "I don't think so," she said.

"Well, think about it," Warren told her. "No need to decide now. And even if you don't want to do that... I can keep this room."

"Warren..." she began.

"No pressure," he said. "I just think it would be fun is all."

She nodded. "Okay," she said. "I'll think about it."

He grinned. "Good," he said. "Now give me a kiss before you go cuddle with your cat."

She had everything in her bag now. She leaned over him and lowered her face towards his. In a moment he had grabbed her hand and was using it to rub his erect cock.

"Jesus," she cried, pulling her hand away. Warren grinned up at her. "Now I'm all sticky," she chided him.

"Sorry," he said. "Couldn't help it."

She mock-frowned at him and went back into the bathroom. "You really are terrible," she called to him.

"I know," he agreed. "Absolutely the worst. Everyone agrees."

She came back out of the bathroom. "Okay," she said. "No more kisses for you, mister. I've seen where those lead."

He smiled. "See you tonight?" he asked.

She hesitated then returned his smile. "Maybe," she said softly. "I'll let you know, okay?"

His grin widened. "Great," he said.

*****

Louis picked up his phone. There was a message waiting for him. From Warren. Of course.

hey what happened to you? looks like you bailed after just twenty minutes... wtf man? we hadnt barely got started then.

Louis scrolled up and checked the time stamp on the message. Forty two minutes ago.

anyways spoiler alert she came like a fucking banshee if youd just stayed on you would have heard her. i love it when she begs me to fuck her harder dont you? maybe she doesnt say that to you just waits patiently like till youre done. but marias for sure well and truly fucked tonight haha

k i have a favor to ask. well two favors really. first one is i want her to visit me in chicago. like i said earlier my place is all wired for sound and video, you could watch and listen and practically spend the weekend with us. i bet youd wear your dick out by the end of the weekend haha. theres even a camera in the shower head so you can watch us fucking in the shower is that awesome or what? and you know how much she likes fucking in the shower. or maybe you dont i dunno what she lets you do. she lets me do everything haha... never had such an mmm easy going woman if you know what i mean. anyways if you could tell her how hot it would be if she came to visit (pun intended haha) it would be great. get me?

so thats one favor. second is one thing she wont let me do is fuck her bareback. id really like to come inside her bareback, fill her pussy up. then id send her home for you to eat or sloppy seconds or whatever you like. that turn you on? you squeezing your dick thinking about it?

so talk it up. tell her how sexy, how whats that word the girls like how fucking EROTIC itd be. but maybe start slow? not coming inside her at first just going in bareback and pulling out and cumming on her tits or something. baby steps. then once she loves that we can see about really filling her up. shed love it and youd love it and hell id fucking love it too haha

oh crap the shower just turned off. i was so busy writing to you i didn't get to go in and surprise her with some red hot man meat. anyways do me those little favors and you wont be sorry.

your pal w

That was it. Louis turned his phone off and looked across at Willa. She was awake now, watching him.

"Oh hey," he said. "Didn't wake you I hope." He felt blood rising in his face. This was awkward.

"No," Willa said. There was a pause. "Um," she began, but then stopped.

Louis waited a few moments. He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked.

"Um," she said again. "Yeah, I'm, I'm fine." She smiled at him. "I guess this is all kind of a surprise."

"Yeah," Louis agreed. "It is."

"I mean..." She looked away. "I don't know what I mean." She looked back at him. "That's not true. I know what I mean. I mean, Jesus Louis, what are we doing?"

Louis kissed her shoulder. "It was wonderful," he said softly.

Willa sighed. "Sex, no matter how wonderful, just makes things complicated," she said sadly.

He looked at her. In the dim light from the bathroom, he could see that her face was troubled. "I'm sorry," he said. "If I made things complicated."

"Oh, it's not something you did," Willa told him. She laughed. "It's something we did together."

"But I," he paused. "I kissed you in the parking lot. Maybe I shouldn't have..."

"I wanted you to kiss me," she said.

He smiled. "You did?"

She smiled back at him, but still sadly. "Of course I did," she said. "Didn't you know that? But I also thought with Maria and everything... I'm breaking two of my hard and fsst rules here with you, Louis. Sleeping with a coworker, and sleeping with a married man. Those things never add up to happiness."

He thought about that. "What if I were to kiss you now?" he asked.

There was a long pause. Then she smiled again, with more warmth. "Why don't you try it?" she asked him.

He leaned over and gently touched her lips with his. "That's nice," he told her.

"Mmm," Willa agreed.

He kissed her again, his mouth lingering on hers. Her hand came up and rested on his cheek. He moved closer to her, one of his legs sliding over and then between hers. Then he was on top of her, between her thighs, and her hands were holding tight to his shoulders. Still the kiss continued, their tongues touching inside her mouth. Louis felt dizzy, his mind rolling back in time to that sudden unexpected kiss in the parking lot, then forward to the present, lying naked in Willa's bed, her body warm beneath his. The smell of sex was strong - sweat and semen and the brininess that rose from her.

Again he thought back to the parking lot, his sudden need for her after listening to Maria and Warren, her apologetic stammerings about seeing him in his darkened car, wondering if he was okay, silenced by his mouth against hers, the faint click as their teeth touched, then the delicious, the delirious feel of her lips, her tongue. And her body against his.

He had no idea how long they stood kissing. A minute? Two minutes? Seven and a half hours? In time she broke away, staring at him.

"Do you know where I live?" she'd asked breathlessly and he'd nodded dumbly. He'd been to a party at her house. With Maria. "I'll leave the door unlocked," she'd whispered. "Don't be long."

Then the drive in the dark, occasionally glimpsing her car ahead of his, tense with the thought that she'd change her mind on the way. Then finding the door unlocked and hearing her voice from the bedroom and finding her there, lighting candles on the dresser.

He had come up behind her, putting his hands on her waist and she had turned into his arms, and the kiss had started up again as if it had never been broken. But now they were free from any fear of being observed. They lay on her bed, kissing and caressing, undoing buttons and catches and zippers until they were both naked. When she'd slipped out of bed to get the condoms he'd seen the tattoo on her back, the one he'd always seen the edge of and wondered about. At first all he had seen was a swirl of leaves and flowers but then he'd realized there was a woman's face hidden among the vegetation, a pair of questioning eyes looking back at him. The woman's hair and the leaves ran together into one another, so she was really part of the plant, some kind of wood nymph. It was an alluring face, and normally hidden as it was under her clothes, a seductive sight.

Now, here they were, in bed together, their limbs entwined, his cock straining against her belly. His hand groped between their bodies, cupping one of her breasts.

"There's another condom under my pillow," Willa whispered.

"In a minute," he whispered back. He wanted to stretch this moment out, this touching and smelling and kissing and remembering.

"No rush," Willa whispered in his ear with a little chuckle. Her hands slid across his back and she kissed his shoulder.

"Roll over," she whispered. "On your back."

Obediently he moved to one side and rolled. She clung to him and was carried over on top of him. She kissed him and then rose up on her knees. She moved down his body, kissing as she went, one of her hands holding onto his cock. He lay back, waiting. And then her mouth was on his cock, her tongue moving along the shaft and her fingers gently squeezing his balls.

"Jesus," he breathed.

She glanced over at him and ran her teeth lightly along his shaft. His hips rose off the bed, pushing him up into her mouth.

"Fuck me," he croaked.

She rose up again, letting his cock pop out of her mouth. She swung one leg over him and straddled him. Her fingers gripped his cock and pulled up on it, rubbing it against her pussy lips and her clit.

"Fuck me," he repeated in the same hoarse voice.

"Just a minute," she said. Her hair had fallen forward and he couldn't see her face. He reached down and grabbed her thighs.

"Now," he insisted.

She pushed her hair back and looked at him. "Give me the condom," she said.

He reached back and scrabbled under the pillow, found the packet and handed it to her. Silently she tore it open and took out the condom. She stroked him one last time then unrolled it down his length.

"Now," he said again. She looked down at him, then lowered herself slowly, letting his tip enter her. He rose up off the bed, driving himself up into her.

Slowly she began to rock. Her eyes closed and her mouth tightened. He reached down and stroked her thigh but she made a frustrated noise and shook her head so he stopped.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him and smiled.

"So good," she muttered. Her eyes closed once more. Her rocking continued and her thighs squeezed his torso. "Yes," she said again. "So good." Then, after a time, "Push up, yes, like that." She gave a small moan. "Oh," she said softly, then collapsed, panting, on his chest.

Louis put his hands on her ass. "Nice?" he asked softly.

Her eyes flickered open. "Very nice," she said. She smiled. "What would you like?"

"Can we roll over and I'll be on top of you?" he asked.

"Give me a moment," she told him.

He stroked her ass then squeezed the cheeks. She wiggled her hips. He pushed up off the bed, still inside her.

"Mmm," she said.

He pulled one leg back and under and pushed down. Willa gave a little squeak. They rolled sideways and then he was on top of her, looking down into her eyes. He flexed his hips and leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth opened and her tongue found his, her arms and legs snaked around his body.

"I've wanted this for a long time," he muttered through their kiss.

She reached up and stroked his cheek. "Don't talk about it," she whispered. "Just... make love."

He grunted and leaned down to kiss her again. His hips thudded into her, harder and harder. He was dimly aware of her limbs twisting around his body.

"Yes," she murmured breathlessly. "That's good."

It took him longer to reach his climax because it had been such a short time since his last one. He felt himself getting hotter with the effort his loins were making. His face felt like it was on fire. Still his hips rose and fell.