Doc (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 2)

“Lily?”

I sit up as she walks toward me, the sheer fabric of her nightgown clinging to her enticing curves, letting me know she’s completely naked underneath. Without a word, she climbs onto my bed and straddles me.

“It’s you,” I say, my heart going wild in my chest.

“Yes, baby, it’s me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I want you, Doc.” She leans down and kisses me, and the brush of her lips makes my cock stand to attention. She tastes like heaven, so sweet and warm, just like I remember. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and I’m overcome with a rush of lust. I grab the nape of her neck and kiss her hard, my cock throbbing with need when her delicate whimper hits the back of my throat.

“I want you,” she moans as she sits back to pull her nightgown over her head.

I was right. She’s completely naked underneath. A small ribbon of light from outside my bedroom window shines across the smooth skin of her perfect body. I reach up and kneed her perfect breasts, my cock straining against the weight of lust.

Drawing a nipple into my mouth, my tongue rolls over the taut pink bud before I drag my lips across her warm skin to do the same to the other.

She whimpers and moans, biting down on her lush lips, making my body buzz as every sense ignites with fire.

“I want to ride your cock,” she moans, and I almost explode when she eases down, and her body swallows me. I’m hit with the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. Her pussy is tight and warm and so goddamn wet as she rocks back and forth slowly.

“Oh God, Lily, you feel so damn good,” I whisper, kissing her hard.

She moans against my lips. “You feel so big… oh God, Doc, I want you to fill me… I want to feel you come inside me—”

I wake with a rush and realize I’m coming. Pleasure and warmth spread across my groin, and the sudden euphoria sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head as it catches me in its web.

I’m having an orgasm, and I haven’t even touched myself.

I grab my cock to help my climax along and massage my balls with my other hand until the pulsing stops and the pleasure fades. But I’m left dissatisfied and tense.

Nothing like sleeping through half the orgasm your body decided to randomly throw your way.

What the actual fuck?

I haven’t had a wet dream since high school.

I’ve been dreaming about Lily since the night I left her. But I’ve never actually come.

I press my palms to my eyes and wait for my pulse to ease. It’s been a while since I’ve jerked off, and with Lily’s memory constantly lingering at the back of my mind, its no surprise my body needs to let off some steam.

Despite the sunshine cutting through the curtains, I decide to try for some more sleep because I got in late and need to catch up on some shut-eye.

Except, my mind won’t settle.

Instead, it drifts back to my dream.

It seemed so real.

Like she was really here.

And I can still see her.

Hear her.

Feel her.

And it causes my heart to ache.

I only knew her for a few days, but the impact she’s left on my heart has me obsessing over her.

Is she even still alive?

What did they do to her when I left?

The months since I last saw her have dragged on in a bleak depression, and instead of her memory fading, it’s only become brighter and more addictive.

She’s in every thought.

Every moment.

Does she think about what we did?

Does her body react with longing like mine does?

I shift restlessly.

Does she think about what we did when she touches herself like I do?

I’m still hard as fuck, so I reach down and wrap my fingers around my cock again and let my mind drift back to the dream. Back to Lily’s lips on mine and the warmth of her body beneath me as I push deep and hard into her pussy.

I can still hear her whimpers. Still hear the softness of her voice as she moans my name and her cries of ecstasy as she comes beneath me.

I start stroking.

If I can’t fuck her out of my head, I’ll goddamn jerk her off my mind.

It takes a while, but I don’t mind. My body is heavy and warm thanks to the hit of dopamine from my first orgasm. Now another one is building, and my heart picks up speed, along with my hand.

I see Lily standing in the doorway. See her nightgown clinging to her curves.

I let the dream take me away.

Not the memories.

Because the memories hurt.

My lips fall open. I want her so bad. I want her here with me, naked and warm in my bed, doing all the things I dream about. My hand is a poor substitute, but damn, it feels good right now.