I LOVED when I had these dreams. I realized they were bad for me but I always wanted more. I moved my leg against the warm skin tangled against my own. Every nerve in my body came alive feeling his body rub roughly against mine. Sliding against the sheets, I snuggled closer into his touch, sensing the hot hand run up my leg slowly, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its path.
The strong hand stopped at my thigh, rubbing it lightly and hitching it over his waist. I felt the weight of my head fall back against the bed and my breathing grow heavier. I slid my trembling hands up his hard chest, tracing the hard indentations of his six-pack. He moaned loudly, creeping his hands down and cupping my ass to pull me onto him harder. Sighing in pleasure, I stroked my hands over his bare body; his built chest, his six pack again and down his thigh before briefly sliding my hands between his legs over the thin material covering him.
Another deep groan escaped his chest and I leaned back, allowing his lower body to push into me more forcefully to give me the full feel of the arousal I was giving him between his legs. My legs opened up slightly, spreading wider with an instant need to feel more of him against the hot spot between my legs that were already tingling with sensation but wanting more. My skin trembled with anticipation of his large hands moving up from my waist, rising up my shirt.
The dream felt so real. I missed the feeling of someone else's skin rubbing against mine and hands discovering every inch of my body. My senses kicked into overdrive and we continued our pleasuring game of who could press into one another the hardest. The throbbing between my legs started grow antsy and I knew I was close, so close to feeling something I haven't had in months; something I had been craving from Tanner more than anything and I was going to get it from a dream. My mouth released one more moan quickly, waiting for the final pleasure moment until I felt a wet, sloppy tongue lick the side of my face. What the hell?
My eyelids flew open at the same time another lick came my way, this time across my nose. I glanced up to see the small face of a tiny dog above me panting. I froze, worried that I had just been dreaming in bed with a dog or was I still dreaming because last time I had checked, I didn't have a dog.
A chuckle beside me snapped me back into reality, assuring me I was not in a dream. I was not in my own bed and I had no clue who the dog beside me belonged to. More importantly, though, I needed to find out who was laughing beside me but at the same time, I was terrified to know.
I inhaled a deep breath slowly, lifting up my head and gasping. My non-dream guy was NOT Tanner. Instead, my slut bag neighbor was lying in bed beside me with his head perched on his arm sporting a huge grin across his smug face. Shit! Crap! I glared into his jaded, green eyes that were staring straight back awaiting my reaction.
My body sprang out of his bed like I was on fire. "What. The. Fuck. Keegan!" I screeched out each word, running my hands through my hair that was weirdly sticky. Ew. How did that happen? No more vodka for this girl.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," he greeted, looking up from the bed with a twinkle in his eye. "Do all girls really freak the fuck out like this in the morning? Thank god I never let them spend the night." He raised his body up, leaning his head against the padded headboard behind him. My gaze drew down his body to the blanket that was only covering up his lower half, giving me a full view of the six-pack I had just been molesting with my hands earlier. Damn, the boy was ripped. Like unreal ripped.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the awful thoughts that were trailing through my mind. No, stupid horny girl. You cannot jump into his bed and straddle your neighbor. I hated when my loneliness called out to me.
That, or I was still drunk.
Or maybe both.
Guilt swept its way over those feelings of the reality I was just in bed with someone who wasn't Tanner. My heart started to race, making me grow panicky. "What am I doing here?" I hissed out at him and cringed when my brain suddenly rattled against my skull. My hands moved up to my temples, trying to rub some of the pain away. I felt like I was hit with a frying pan.
"You don't remember?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you."
The tiny dog that had been bathing my face got up and curled into a ball by Keegan's side. My question went unanswered while he gave the dog a few pets down his back. I racked my brain in an attempt to remember everything that happened last night at the party. Power Puff costumes, check. Witnessing Piper go all bitchy on Cora, check. Drinking too much vodka and ignoring Gabby's protests against it, dumbass double check. Everything after that was a blur as to how I found myself there, in Keegan's bed.
I raised my hand up, forgetting about my headache, smacking against my forehead causing me to wince out in pain. Idiot.