“So, wait.” Jill sipped at the hot mug of coffee she held, her legs folded under her small body as she sat at Dale’s kitchen table. “You dreamed he sucked you off? What the hell?”
“Haven’t you ever had a s*x dream before?” Dale swirled his own mug, watching the liquid inside so he wouldn’t have to look at Jill. He didn’t like talking to her about s*x, real or imagined, but the dream had been so damn vivid, it’d stayed with him upon waking. Truth be told, he’d be more than a little surprised to wake up alone. The guy had been right there, Dale had felt the breath on his thighs, the hair tickling his skin, the wet saliva slicking his d**k.
The oddest part was he had woken up relaxed, the way he usually felt after getting off. His body felt like he’d come, but his sheets were clean—rumpled
