The Favour

Chapter 27. Wet Dream

"Uh..." Tyler is baffled.

"So..." I glance toward Tyler's large bed, "since most of this is going to take place in a bedroom, I guess this is a wet dream." My gaze remains on the king bed.

"And I presume the fun will take place in that bed over there. This dream seems pretty weird, but I guess since I've never had one, I decided to start slow."

Tyler chokes on his reply. Hmmm, I don't why, this is just a dream, after all, I don't know why he seems so weird.

I go on with a huffed breath, "Since you're not making any first moves, you must represent my less aggressive side," I say, disappointed, but not before perking up and adding, "Well, at least this isn't a rape dream, I wouldn't care for that."

"Uh..." Tyler opens his lips but closes his lips again. Well, I guess since this is my dream, I'm supposed to do most of the talking.

"Oh wait!" I grin excitedly.

"This makes perfect sense. I'm a control freak. I probably need to be in charge for a wet dream to work, that's probably the only way I'd be comfortable having one," I glance at the huge bed, nodding.

"Well, let's get to it then. I can't wait to tell Samantha I've finally had a wet dream. She says the guy does exactly what she wants, and it's always terribly exciting. The best sex ever. Real men can't compare apparently. Although, I should warn you. I've never had sex before."

"You haven't?" Tyler asks, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Nope," I shake my head.

I grin in excitement, "Since this is just a dream, I can do whatever I want to you. All those fantasies I've had about you can finally happen now."

I move toward Tyler, but not before feeling confused when Tyler takes a nervous step back.

Why can't my wet dream just flow perfectly? Urgh.

I speak again, irritation clear in my voice, "I know I have some control issues, but a little aggression from your side wouldn't hurt."

"I don't think-" 

"Then don't think," I cut him off. I lean up and kiss him.

If I don't get this started then nothing will.

I feel Tyler freeze against me, no doubt taken by surprise. I'm pretty sure something arose in him, but he doesn't dare act on it. I thought he was asleep for a moment.

"I know I'm the one in control here since this is my dream, but a little help from your side would be nice," I mutter against his lips. Giving up on kissing him, I grab his hand and drag him to the bed. "Maybe this would work if we were horizontal."

"I..." Tyler's words disappear in a surprised gasp as I plant my hand on his chest, pushing him onto the bed. Tyler barely bounces on the mattress before I climb on top of him and settle down on his hardening groin.

I lean forward, intending to kiss him again. Tyler almost gives in, before pulling away and planting his hands on my shoulder, pushing me up, "No! Wait, this isn't a dream!"

"Sure it is," I counter.

"You're my dream guy."

I feel Tyler weaken his grasp a bit and I take that as an advantage to lean closer, wriggling out of his grasp. God, this man is so hot, even in my dreams.

My hands run busily over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt quickly.

"Sydney, I can't-"

I silence him by grinding my hips against him, and, replacing his worry, a deep growl escapes his lips.