[27]
Sydney
"I feel tipsy," I giggle into Tyler's shoulder.
"You're drunk, sweetheart," Tyler mumbles, helping me up the stairs.
"But I've never felt like this before."
"Because you've never drunk that much Fire Ball. Jason is an asshole for giving you that so many times."
"No," I slur, "Jason is my best friend now. Don't call him an asshole. I wouldn't have danced with you if I didn't drink that much Fire Ball. Besides, I'm not as think as you drunk I am."
Hiccup.
Tyler kicks open his bedroom door with his foot, before helping me inside.
"I knew it was a bad idea to trust you with Jason. I leave you for five minutes with him and you're chugging Fire Ball straight from the bottle."
"It was-" hiccup, "fun."
"Sure, it was," Tyler hums, leading me into his bathroom to wash my face with some cold water.
"Woah, this feels amazing," I giggle, looking at myself in the mirror.
"What does?"
"This dream. Woah, look how real you look," I reach to touch Tyler's face.
Hmm, he feels real too.
"Sydney, why don't you take a little nap?" Tyler suggests, panic evident in his voice.
"No, I don't wanna sleep," I whine.
"So then what do you want me to do?" Tyler asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know," I grin.
"I'm dreaming, so it's supposed to be flowing," I slur. This has to be a dream. Everything feels incredibly...incredible.
"And anyway, I wouldn't admit this if I weren't dreaming," I add, "But I find you really really really attractive."
"You find me attractive?" Tyler asks, not hiding his amusement.
"Oh yes," I admit, airily. "It's the first time I ever said that out loud. But I guess I'll make an exception because I'm dreaming. I would never say this to real-life Tyler. He would make fun of me."
"That's a shame," Tyler murmurs, staring down at my lips, making me feel funny things.
"Yes. What happens next in my dream?" I examine him with interest.
"Is this a wet dream?" I inquire eagerly.
"What?" Tyler gapes at me.
"Sorry, I suppose I shouldn't be asking you those things since you're just a part of my brain symbolising my attraction to you, but I'm not really sure how this works. I've never had a wet dream before. Samantha used to have them all the time, but I haven't."
"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.
Once Tyler's shirt is undone, I run my hands greedily over his bare torso, holding back the urge to lick it. "I never said this, but you've got a great body, Tyler," I murmur, leaning down and trailing kisses down his jawline.
"Well, thank you, sweetheart, yours is great too- wait, I shouldn't be agreeing to this-" Tyler takes in a shaky breath when my lips suck at the skin just above his collarbone, my fingers fumbling with his belt. Tyler's eyes linger on my straining breasts, that is showing off a great amount of cleavage because of my position.
"I never thought you've got such a good body, maybe just here in my dream, but I don't know about real life," I comment.
"You must be really big too, just like I've imagined in real life," I murmur in excitement, sitting up more, pulling off his belt.
"No!" Tyler shrieks, grabbing my hands.
I peer down at him with disappointment, "No? But I want you to be big. It's my dream," I whine.
"No not that, I meant-"
I think the disappointed look on my face made him explain himself further, "The men in my family are well, big, so you have nothing to worry about. But-"
"Oh goody!" I squeal, smacking his hands away and unzipping his pants.
"But we can't do this, Sydney!" he manages to get out.
"Of course we can, it's my dream. I can do whatever I want, and I want you," I say reasonably, excitement bubbling in me when his Calvin Klein underwear becomes visible.
"Yes, but-" he grabs my hands, stopping me, "You don't understand how much I want this too, believe me! But I can't in good conscience let you do this while you're drunk in this state thinking you're having a wet dream with me in it."
I pause and stare at him for a brief moment, then blew the little strands of hair out my face, before sitting back on Tyler firmly, rolling my eyes, "Only I would have a wet dream where the guy I like rejects me."
"It's not a dream, sweetheart," Tyler repeats. "And if you could just accept this is all really happening maybe we could-"
"Okay," I grin. "It's not a dream," I agree.
Tyler pauses me for a moment, eyeing me warily, "What?"
"It's not a dream, it's a nightmare. But the best-darned nightmare I've had in a long time, especially since you're in it."
"Sydney, no, it's not a nightmare."
"It certainly is," I disagree. "It's every woman's nightmare. Climbing on top of a sexy man to find he doesn't want you? Definitely a nightmare."
"Sydney, I do want you, more than you'd imagine," Tyler reassures me, his grip on my hands loosening.
"Oh goody! Maybe it's not a nightmare, after all, then," I lean forward, my hair making a curtain around us. I claim his lips against mine, moaning.
This time, much to my relief, Tyler did not have any fight left. After a moment's hesitation, Tyler let go of me completely, giving in to his desires.
Let's get this wet dream started, hehe.
The passion between us bursts to life, and it startled me how good it felt. All with just a kiss?
I feel Tyler's startled body beneath me relaxing, giving in to me, making me grin against his lips. I felt his hard member growing harder and harder, digging into the inside of my thigh. His hands moved quickly over my body, with hungry caresses, impatient with the clothes that I was wearing.
With a primitive growl, he caught the fabric of the shirt he gave me, uncaring that he is snapping the buttons of his white dress shirt.
I never knew hands could feel so good.
"Oh," I breathe, head thrown back and eyes closed. I cover his hands with my own, "Your hands are amazing."
"They are?" Tyler asks with a chuckle. He sits up, making me open my eyes before they flutter closed when his lips find my neck trailing kisses down, his lips stopping on the skin of my breasts and sucking against them.
"Oh, God!"
Shifting on his lap, I find myself ground against the hard erection burgeoning against his jeans. "Samantha said wet dreams were good, but ohhhh my GOD!"
"I wonder if you feel this good in real life," I mutter, his hand wrapping around my waist pulling my tight against him, our bare skins touching each other.
I plant my hands on Tyler's shoulders, pushing him back down until his back hit the mattress. My lips return to Tyler's before I suck on the skin on his neck.
"Sydney, are you sure- Oh god!"
My hips roll against his hard erection to silence him, and it seemingly works. I tug at his jeans, before my hands trail up to his underwear, my fingers sliding into the waistband. Tyler doesn't stop me. His fingertips trail against the skin on my front, tracing my cleavage.
My hands are just about to pull the thin material of his underwear down when the door flies open.
"Well," a male voice clears their throat, "I can see you two are getting along just fine."
Tyler groans from underneath me. My hands don't leave Tyler's underwear, instead, I glance at the door, my expression perplexed when it lands on Brandon.
"What are you doing in my wet dream? Am I really going to have a threesome on my first wet dream?" I whine, tilting my head at Brandon.
"Wet dream?" Brandon's gaze shifts back to Tyler with a raised eyebrow.