“Mmm,” I moan in my dream, wanting more. My tongue feels heavy, though, so I can’t ask dream Mac to fulfill my fantasies.
The ecstasy of him filling my ass disappears and I whine over the loss. I want him in me again. It’s my dream, why can’t I get what I want?
A wet, blunt object teases at my hole and I gasp at the stretch. My brain is giving me what I want, and I smile as the mix of pleasure and pain as he slowly eases inside. Mac’s hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise as he pulls me closer and bottoms out.
Consciousness reaches me at the pain, and I try to open my eyes. I can’t. They feel like they’re glued shut, covered in molasses like the rest of my body. I groan when Mac starts to move, pulling back and trusting back in with a grunt.
“Fuck, pet. You’re so tight for me,” Mac whispers in my ear, and I can feel his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. “I don’t think I want to be in bed without being buried inside of you after this. Your hole is mine.”
Some part of me realizes this isn’t a dream when Mac hits my prostate and I cry out more loudly than I expect. Instead of scaring me, I feel myself smile. Mac is finally fucking me like I’ve imagined, and it’s even better than I hoped for.
Chapter twenty
Mac
Fuckingmypetwhilehe’s under the influence of a sedative isn’t my goal, but when E tells me I can have him, even if he’s asleep, how can I resist?
The drug is only meant to help him sleep, since I can see how stressed he is leaving his father’s Miami house. Running into his ex, if you can call the man that, puts me on edge. I can keep E safe. I will protect him. Whatever he needs, I can provide.
E said he wants me to have him however and whenever I want, and I am happy to fulfill his request. The challenge of prepping him while not waking the man gets me hard, and I’m glad he’s drugged when E starts to stir. We don’t need him yelling for help and getting the hotel involved.
Clamping the hand I have tucked under his neck over his mouth quiets E’s increasing moans as I start pumping into him in earnest. E’s body is putty in my hands, letting me use him how I like.
Could I wait until E is fully conscious to fuck his ass for the first time? Yes, but I get a sick thrill from taking him this way. Having my pet at my mercy. It makes me want to play with his dick while he’sasleep, teasing the head and pulling back the foreskin, seeing if I can make him cum before he wakes up.
He’s partially awake now, though still limp and out of it from the drugs. Lifting my leg to get better leverage, I straddle his hips and pummel his prostate. Pushing in deeper, I feel his ass tighten around me as he lets out a little moan against my hand.
“Uh, uh, uh,” is all he gets out as I lean in to smell him. E’s hair tickles my nose, his scent a mix of the body wash he used in the shower and the distinct musk of his sweat.
The urge to fill him with my cum, mark him as mine from the inside, grips me and I fuck him harder. “You’re mine, pet.”
E whines and I feel his hole tighten, sending me over the edge I’ve been teetering on. I thrust into him as ropes of cum are ripped from my balls over and over again. Reaching under him, I feel a wet spot and roll to the side without leaving E’s body.
Sharing a bed isn’t something I've ever done or wanted, but I can’t help the satisfaction of having him in my arms. I don’t form attachments, but E feels like an extension of myself.
He belongs to me, and I can’t help hoping I don’t have to kill him.
In less time than I would like, I slip from his body and the bed to check my phone. The plane is almost ready, so I get dressed and grab loose clothes for my pet. E whines in his throat as I slide sweats and a tank-top on him.
Still, the mix of drugs and exhaustion means he stays asleep. The orgasm probably didn’t help, either.
When I have everything packed, I decide carrying him is my best option. After a moment of grumbling into my shoulder as we leavethe hotel, E goes back to sleep in the car. We’re in the air as the sun is setting before he jerks awake at some turbulence.
“Wha-Where?” E asks, rubbing at his eyes and blinking at the cabin around us from his seat beside me.
“We’re in the air,” I state, though the view of pink clouds is a good clue. “Three more hours to New York.”
E sits up and nods, reaching for the bottle of water I put beside him. “Landing in LaGuardia?”
“Mm,” I confirm, pulling out Di’s laptop. “She has a camera on your Dad’s place in Manhattan.”
“What day is it?” E asks unexpectedly. I thought he might care that we have his dad under surveillance, but I guess he found that out at Di’s place.
“Saturday night. Why?”
“Just curious, since you have the show on Monday.” E shrugs and sets his bottle down, likely not realizing I drugged him with the water at the hotel. This one was sealed and provided by the flight attendant. “Won’t it cause issues if you’re not back?”
“My weekend is almost over, but I contacted the producer and my publicist,” who I hated talking to and usually made Di handle. “We are taking a hiatus for at least a week.”