It’s been years since I’ve been drunk. Fucking years. I’d never admit it to others, but I’m too much of a control freak to enjoy getting drunk these days. I like being alert and clear headed when I face the shit life throws my way. Tonight after hanging up the phone with Casey, I needed a break. I drove around the small town of Clancy and found the one thing they have that I had been missing. A bar. A bottle of Jack later and here I am, crawling out of a damn Uber cab and dragging my ass into the motel. My head is swimming and my vision blurred. I should have quit drinking long before the bottle was drained. I’m lucky I can still stand. Drinking, barely eating today and years without drinking much alcohol at all—have all combined to knock me on my ass.

I stumble into the bathroom, not bothering to turn a light on. There’s a little light from the outside streetlight shining in and I let that guide me. I start pulling my clothes off, frowning because for some reason the room smells like…vanilla. I hadn’t noticed that smell before, maybe the owner used an air freshener or something when she cleaned. I like it. It kind of makes me hungry. I’ll have to tell her to keep using it… not that she listens to much I ask for.

Once I’m naked, I splash water on my face. It does very little to help clear my head, but I’m finding I don’t care. I’m relaxed and feeling warm and for the first time in months and months I’m not worrying about contracts, lawyers or Gloria’s antics. It’s rather freeing. I lean against the wall, letting it hold me up. My hand moves to my cock. It’s semi-hard maybe because I’m relaxed for the first time in forever, or maybe it’s just been a fucking long time since I’ve grabbed a piece of ass. Whatever the reason, whiskey dick is not the problem. I stroke him, squeezing tightly, eyes closing as I let myself feel the heat invading my body. What I wouldn’t give for a hot, slick pussy to plunge inside of, squeezing my cock…

That’s when I hear it.

At first I think I’m imagining it—part of the fantasy playing in my head. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to let the moment go. I don’t know whose face I expected to flash in my memory. Gloria maybe. I may hate her, but she was a decent fuck and the latest one I’ve had. Strangely, it’s not her face that comes to mind. For just a split second it’s the hotel girl…Hope. I’m so surprised my hand stops mid stroke.

Then I hear it again and realize it’s not my imagination or a fantasy. It’s a woman’s moan. My gaze cuts in the direction of the bed. The room slightly spins around me because I move my head so quickly. I see movement on the sheet. I walk slowly towards the bed, my steps staggered. I realize I’ve probably passed out. It’s a fucking fantasy, but I can’t find it in me to care. I haven’t had a woman in a year. It’s been almost that long since I’ve even indulged with my own hand. Even if it’s a dream, it’s a damn good one.

Shock spreads through me when I make it to the bed and see the hotel clerk…no… Hope. If I’m going to fantasize about her, she deserves her real name—at least until I wake up.

Then I can go back to calling her a bitch.

I frown when I see she’s in some fuzzy pajama pants with fruit all over them. Obviously the whiskey has rattled my damned brains. You would think she’d be naked or at least in silk lingerie in my head. Maybe it’s because I’ve not seen her body before. I shrug off the minor concern. I barely realize I’m still stroking my cock.

Hope moans again and rolls from her side to her back. Her breasts sway under the thin white tank that she’s wearing and I can see the imprint of hardened nipples through it. I’ve been a bitch to her, but she really is beautiful—or hell, maybe my mind has softened her features and made her more appealing. She’s got soft caramel colored hair that falls just past her shoulders. It’s currently lying against the white sheet of the bed. One lone strand has fallen against her face, caressing her cheek. Her eyes are closed and I try to will them open so I can see the color. They don’t so much as flutter. You would think I could at least control my own fantasy. It angers me that I can’t. I’m sure this is somehow Hope’s fault.

I decide to take charge and show her who, exactly, is in control of this fantasy.

I lie—really I fall, but whatever—on the bed beside her. She whimpers softly, her white teeth biting against the deep red bottom lip. It’s sexy and a sign she wants me as much as I want her. I move my hand slowly under her shirt. She tosses gently, never really rolling away from me and sadly, still not opening her eyes.

The skin on her stomach is warm and soft and as I drag the pads of my fingers against the soft flesh her forehead wrinkles and she rubs her lips together, wetting them. I can’t remember seeing anything as sexy as that tiny movement.

What would her lips taste like? Vanilla? Is that the reason for the scent in the room?

I untie her pants, loosening them so I can slide my hand inside them. Hope’s eyes flutter, and slowly open.

“Aden?” she whispers, her eyes closing again before I can determine the color. I graze my fingers against her warm skin and then with a pleasure-filled sigh from her lips, I let my fingers slide further.

At first touch I’m surprised to find the neatly trimmed thatch of hair against her pussy. I can’t remember taking a woman like that. All the women I’m used to are waxed, painted and had some kind of work done. Whether adding to the boobs, sucking the fat out of their asses, and injecting it into their lips, you name it and I’ve seen, touched, felt and probably fucked it. That’s life in Hollywood.

Is that why this fantasy contains Hope? Am I so desperate to get away from my past that she’s the woman I chose to dream about? Plausible and once my fingers slide between the lips of her pussy, I find I don’t care. It’s time to let fantasies do what they do—and take me away from reality completely. I seek out her clit first, touching it carefully with my finger, circling along the wet flesh. I can practically feel her pulse beat through it. I push against it, before gently painting across it again with her sweet juices that have gathered on my finger. This time Hope moans louder. My attention moves to her face, my gaze locked there as I push two fingers inside of her, leaving my thumb to pet her clit. Instantly, liquid heat gathers on my fingers, coating my digits. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never had tighter and her body goes pliant, sinking into the mattress, as her legs widen to grant me access. Her eyes open again and my heartrate kicks up in speed, because I know I will finally see the color of her eyes. Why I want that over more pressing matters, I’m not sure, but it’s a fantasy and I’m done questioning.

I withdraw my fingers, pinching her clit, while managing to use my other hand to shove her pants down past her knees. The jarring move causes her eyes to widen. She stares at me and her dark pupils are dilated.

“What’s going… Aden?” she gasps my name—probably because I choose that exact moment to roughly thrust my fingers deep inside of her. “What are you… Why are…oh God…What are you doing to me?”

“I’m fucking you,” I growl sounding and feeling like an animal.

“But… we can’t…”

“We can and we are, Hope. It’s a dream, we can do anything in a dream.”

“A dream?” she whispers, the last word coming out as a moan as I continue fucking her hard with my fingers. Her hips are thrusting up in the air to try and keep me where she needs me. She’s eager for me, but not as eager as I am to get inside of her.

“A beautiful dream, that tomorrow we’ll forget ever existed.”

“But we don’t like each—”

I move her shirt up, her large, rounded breasts pop out, the nipples hard and the skin surrounding them pebbled and contracted.

“At this moment I like you very much.”

“You do?” she cries, as I bite down hard on her nipple, pulling on it, as my fingers fuck her forcefully, all thoughts of softness gone as need has taken over completely.

“Mmm… I do. I’m going to like leaving my mark all over your body—like I just did on your tit.”

“I don’t think…”

“If you tell me you don’t want this, I’ll stop. But, you and I both know you do. Your body sure as fuck knows you do. You like what I’m doing to you,” I growl.

She doesn’t answer for a minute, but then she widens her legs and her body relaxes for me.

“I like what you’re doing to me,” she murmurs, biting down on her lip.

“I’m going to like shoving my cock in your tight little cunt and fucking you so hard you taste me for weeks,” I growl.

Her eyes widen in shock at my frank words. Is she going to be like every other woman I’ve had; soft, sweet and boring as hell? What kind of fantasy is that?

“We probably shouldn’t,” she gasps, but I feel the gush of wetness that greets my fingers at my words. She likes the way I’m talking to her. That’s the great thing about fantasies. You don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, you don’t have to hold back. You can be dirty. You can be as fucking filthy as you want to be, and you don’t have to worry about it winding up on the news when some wanna-be-glamor-queen decides to chase her fifteen minutes of fame.

What’s even better is, I think I’m going to like dirtying up Hope. Fuck. This might be a fantasy I relive for months.

“There’s nothing wrong in a fantasy. You need fucked and I’m here to fuck you. I’m here to give you every fucking thing your mind can think of,” I rumble, pulling my fingers from her body.

“How did this happen?” she murmurs. I bring my fingers to her mouth, they’re wet and glossy with the creamy wetness from her hot little snatch. Somewhere in the back of my mind I have to worry that anything I do from this moment on will pale to this forbidden play my mind is conjuring.

I use my fingers to paint her lips in her own cum. I make them glossy, smiling as her breathing hitches and stalls before she exhales in a long shudder that shakes her entire body.

“Taste yourself, Hope. Taste how fucking hot and sweet you are for me,” I order, pushing my fingers past her lips. Immediately she sucks on them, her tongue wrapping around my fingers as she tastes herself like a greedy little kitten finding milk. Before I wake up I’m going to make sure that little kitten plays with my cock just like this. I’ll thrust in her mouth so deeply she’ll gag on me for a week. Just the thought causes pre-cum to run down my shaft. If I don’t get in her soon, I’m going to explode. Which might not be a bad thing.

“You want my cock, Hope? You want me to fuck you hard and make you explode on my shaft…”

“Aden—”

“Or would you rather I jerk off against your tongue and mouth and shoot my cum all over your body?”

“I… Oh God…”

“Then after I’m done coming I’ll feed it all to you. Make you lick it off my cock and my fingers.”

“Fuck me…” she gasps, and I can’t tell if she’s inviting me to actually fuck her or if she’s imagining me doing exactly what I’m telling her. Either way, the words are magic to my ears.

“You want to lick all my cum, Hope? Are you going to be my greedy little kitten wanting all the cum I can give you?”

“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this,” she cries, while I thrust my fingers back inside of her tight little cunt.

“Make your mind up, kitten, because I can’t hold back much longer,” I warn her, about to take the choice out of her hands.

She kicks out with her legs. At first I think she’s trying to get away from me. Then, I realize, she’s just kicking her pajamas from her legs and letting them slide to the floor. I grin, positioning myself over her body, feeling like a fucking conqueror—and I am. I’m Hope’s conqueror… At least tonight.

“You swear we won’t remember this in the morning?”

“Does it matter?” I growl, already positioning my cock at her entrance.

“I’m going back to hating you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I bark as I thrust deep inside of her, in a surge so powerful her entire body bows beneath me. I don’t stop until I’ve sunk all the way to my balls. Hope cries out from the fierce invasion. She’s so fucking snug that she’s choking on my cock. “Son of a bitch,” I growl “You’re so damned tight, you may kill me.”

“And you’re so big, if you’re any good I’m going to have trouble walking tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? You underestimate me, Hope. I’m going to make it so you feel me between your legs for weeks,” I promise her before I pull out and thrust back into her, beginning to fuck her hard and fast, because I can’t not do it. I have to.

Like every good fantasy she’s there with me already, every step of the way. I explode inside of her at the same exact moment she comes and then I fall beside her on the mattress.

My eyes close as I pull her body into mine and just before I drift off to sleep I know a moment of regret.

Regret that when I wake up in the morning the dream will be gone and Hope won’t be here.