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I looked down at it once I had the door closed. “It’s just you and me, buddy. I tried.”

six

Goldilocks of dicks

Owain

Iwoke up feeling tense and restless.

Not because I was worrying about my unruly guest sneaking out again. No, I’d spent the rest of the night tossing and turning and having dreams. Very vivid, wildly wet dreams. Of overall sleeves tied around narrow hips like my favourite mechanic role-play porn. Of soft cotton stretched over a muscular chest with a vee of sweat making it clingy and see-through, begging to be teased off by a shy Dream Owain.

All it had taken was for Dream Ryan to smirk, wipe a grease-covered hand over his jaw and ask to see what was under my hood, and I was a goner.

Dream Owain had been bent over the hood of the fantasy car in five seconds flat, fingernails scratching at the paint as large hands gripped his hips and held him down. He’d whimpered and mewled as hot breath hit the back of his neck, thumbs hooking into his shorts and tugging down.

“Ready for a full service, love?” curled into his ear on a sultry whisper that made him shiver.

“But I don’t have enough money to pay for a full service,” Dream Owain said demurely as he bit his lip and wiggled his arse in invitation.

A finger had slipped between his offered cheeks and brushed against his hot hole. “I can think of a payment plan we can arrange.”

The finger had pushed in, the stretch just this side of painful, and Dream Owain immediately needed more, reaching back to palm Dream Ryan’s cock through the fabric. He’d found a hole and fished the girthy member out, not caring about getting naked. In fact, the clothes had made him even hotter.

He’d notched the head of Dream Ryan’s cock against his hole, encouraging him to push in.

“Don’t you need a little fine tuning first, love?” Dream Ryan had asked, tweaking Dream Owain’s nipples and making him squirm and moan.

“Please. Just give it to me. I need it.”

Dream Ryan ran him through.

I’d opened my eyes to find myself humping the mattress and my hole woefully empty. Sticky from precum and sweat as I was, I was still painfully hard and orgasm was nowhere to be found.

I turned on my side and opened the drawer in my nightstand, several of my toys rolling from the back to the front.

I examined each toy, closing my eyes to bring back the memory of Ryan’s dick and see if I had anything that matched.

I groaned when I realised I didn’t. I had three dildos, and while I liked them all well enough, one was too thin, one was too short, and one was a tiny bit curved where Ryan’s wasn’t.

I felt like Goldilocks, but with fake dicks. I had to find the one that was just right.

Flopping back onto my bed, I put my pillow over my face and let out a tiny little wail into it. Not overly dramatic, just…a tiny bit. It made me feel better.

But there was still a dull throb between my legs and a desire to…do something about it.

So with one final groan, I pushed the covers off of me and trudged to my closet. I pulled out a pair of dark green trackies and a matching hoody, thick socks and a pair of boots. I got ready in the bathroom and then shuffled down the silent hallway and out of the B&B.

I walked around to the side that was closest to the cliff’s edge and found my tiny beetle parked crookedly as always. I wasn’t the best driver; I knew that. But I drove so rarely that I felt like it was good enough.

I opened the back door to put my jacket inside, leaning in to drape it over the back seat.

“Where are your legs, love?” a voice called from behind me, and I actually meeped, smacking my head against the roof of the car.

I whirled around, rubbing the sore spot, and found Ryan looking me up and down.

He was in his ExorSquad uniform again—this one sans flour, so maybe it was a spare—and a thick black puffer jacket. His hair was a little messy and windswept, not really styled at all, with some pieces falling over his forehead. And his eyes were the colour of the ocean behind him.

I swallowed as I tried to push down the images from last night. Why did he have to wear those overalls again? To torture me? To tempt me? Were we still in the dream? Was this a fantasy come to life?