Chapter 20
Modess held Hillary to his chest. She’d cried herself into an exhausted sleep and it was a damn good thing because her plea to go back home coupled with the scent of her heat was gutting him. Even now, his balls were so swollen that they ached. He sighed heavily as he stared up at the ceiling, one arm bent behind his head while the other was curled around Hillary’s shoulders. She was half-laying on his chest, her soft breasts pressed into him with only the sheet separating their skin. He stifled a growl. He was trying to figure out exactly how he was supposed to handle this scent of hers without just taking her when Hillary stirred and mumbled in her sleep, “Please don’t.”
He tensed, wondering who she was talking to. Please don’t what?
Her hand flexed on his chest and her nails scraped his skin when she curled her fingers into a fist. The feel was erotic and had blood flooding his already hard dick.
“Modess,” Hillary breathed in her sleep and he swore he was going to blow his load just from listening to her moan his name. If that didn’t do it, the way she slid her hand down his abs was definitely going to be the end of him.
Hillary’s hand flattened on his lower abs and he sucked in a breath, his muscles flexing with the motion as his eyes rolled to her face. Still asleep. Her hand stayed splayed across him as she pressed her body more fully to him, her mouth brushing the skin just below his ear. Modess tensed, his body going rock hard with the strain it was taking to keep from rolling over her and taking charge. As it was, there wasn’t anything for him to take charge of. Hillary was asleep and him taking advantage of her wasn’t going to happen.
He choked on the thought when her tongue peeked out and swiped at his throat. Ffffuck! Pinching his eyes tight, Modess was talking himself into being the good guy when Hillary’s mouth opened. She sucked his skin into his mouth, hard enough he knew it’d leave a mark. He swore he felt the tugs all the way to his balls. His cock jerked, threatening release as Hillary writhed against him still sucking on his neck. Inside, his beast roared at the mark she was leaving on him. Goddamn!
Finally, mercifully, she pulled back. “Mmm,” she moaned and then her hand was sliding down the front of his pants.
Gritting his teeth, Modess’ eyes snapped open and he drew in a ragged breath as he fought to keep control. He was literally seconds away from rolling Hillary over and burying himself inside her, and if she didn’t stop touching him soon, that’s exactly what was going to happen.
Her hand buried further into his jeans and when her fingers brushed the tip of his cock, his body jerked. Hillary muttered something and he knew she was still asleep. She tried to force her hand further, but the material around his hips wouldn’t allow it, so being the gentlemen he was, Modess pulled the arm from behind his head and unsnapped his jeans before pulling his zipper down.
Hillary groaned and pressed tighter into him as her hand closed around him. He hissed when she pulled a long stroke before her hand started working on him. Pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock and helped lubricate her hand and Hillary moaned long and low before throwing a leg over him.
Unsure what to do, Modess lay still while Hillary climbed up on his body. Her eyes were still closed and she kept making moaning noises, but when she was fully atop him, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his big body, his control nearly snapped. Taking deep breaths, he was trying to convince himself to be the good guy, but just then Hillary slid just slightly down his body until his iron hard cock slipped into her wet, silken, slit.
Her eyes were still closed, her head was tossed back as an almost grin took her lips.
Hands fisted on either side of him, and limbs shaking, Modess gave up when Hillary rolled her hips. He hadn’t rolled her over and shoved himself into her like he’d been aching to do. No, she’d taken him, so that was good enough for his conscience.
He pushed Hillary into a sitting position and she made this sexiest sound ever when he drove into her further. Strong hands fisted the material of the sheet around her and it was ripped off her body in a blink. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, breasts that were more exquisite than he’d even imagined, all creamy delight tipped with budded pink nipples. They were large and his tongue actually peeked out to wet his lips with his desire to suckle them.
Hillary leaned back, but her hips pushed forward and stroked along the length of him. That was it. Gripping her hips, Modess began fucking her, using his strength to make Hillary’s hips glide along his as he worked into her.
Fuck! She was so tight, so wet, so hot. The fact that she was still in a dazed sleep was erotic as fuck too, but she’d taken him, right? Probably wouldn’t hold up in a court of law, but right now he didn’t give two shits because being buried inside of her felt like nothing he’d ever experienced.
Hips working faster, his hands tightened on Hillary’s hips to move her body faster, too. It was hell being on bottom and not in control, but he knew if he was on top right now, Hillary would be pounded awake by the fierce need surging through him to take her fast and so fucking hard.
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Hillary was having the most erotic dream of her life! In it, she was straddling Modess’ beautiful body. He was buried so deep inside her that she knew his size would have hurt if she weren’t so damn wet. The pleasure was intense and her clit was already throbbing with her pending orgasm, which made sense. Dream Modess was so fucking hot! His firm body beneath the softness of her own made her feel so feminine. Hearing a grunt, she realized she wanted to see his face when he found his release, which had to come soon because she was so close.
Rolling her head, Hillary forced her eyes open and only just then realized they were even closed. Beneath her, Modess’ lust-filled eyes locked on hers and she inhaled and grinned down at him sensually. It was unfair just how sexy he was, but this was a dream and in it, he only had eyes for her.
Arching her back, she thrust her breasts out, needing his touch on her. He didn’t disappoint. Calloused hands reached for her. He rolled both nipples between his fingers, sending shooting arcs of pleasure straight to her clit.
“Say my name,” he ground out and the sound of his voice, polluted with the growl of his animal had her smiling.
“Modesssss.”
He pounded into her and absently, she wished he’d roll her over and take control, but another part of her liked that he was letting her be on top. She doubted he gave the superior position to anyone ever, but right now, he was letting her be in charge. Thrilled, Hillary leaned down and nipped at his lip. When his tongue peeked out to swipe at his bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth and kept light pressure on it while she spread her legs wider, taking him deeper inside of her.
Beneath her, Modess pulled his tongue free and hissed, “Fffffffuck, Cupcake.”
Her body tightened as she rubbed her clit against his body. He continued to hold her hips, working her up and down on him. Arching back, she guided his head down to her breast and when he sucked her nipple into his mouth she cried out, her sex creaming at the exquisite ribbons of pleasure that unfurled in her limbs, making them feel weak. A few more tugs of his mouth on her, and a few more thrusts of him deep inside her, and her head tossed back as she cried, “MODEEEEESSS!”
Orgasm tore through her and she clamped around him even as his arms worked to piston her hips against his faster until he finally stilled and roared as his release shot deep into her. His hips continued to pump, slowly milking the aftershocks from her even as she felt continued jets of warmth shooting into her womb. The thought of pregnancy almost ruined the dream, but then she remembered this wasn’t real, so she thrust her hips back and took Modess so far into her that she could feel the blunt tip of him right at the entrance of her womb as she absorbed every last drop of his seed. Child of the Alpha, she beamed inwardly at the prospect of carrying his baby.
When her body finally stopped fluttering, she threw herself forward, sprawled across his chest as she waited to wake from the dream. That’s how it was supposed to end, right? Completion and then she woke to nothing but that ache in her middle where she wanted Modess to be. Yet, nothing happened. She wasn’t waking up. Frowning, she lifted her head from where it rested against his chest.
“M-Modess?”
“Mmm?” he groaned while one hand played with her hair.
Hillary blinked, clearing some of the dreamy haze from her vision. The room was bright and everything was just as it had been in her dream, including the fact that Modess still semi-erect cock was inside of her. She tensed. “Modess?” she asked more firmly and his hand stilled on her back.
“Yeah, Cupcake?”
Her mouth fell open as horror tore through her. Shoving up, she was straddling him completely naked as she frowned down at him. “What…what did you do?” she accused. She made to scramble off him, but Modess locked his hands on her thighs, keeping her in place.