Stellar Mistakes

Kinks and Cafeteria Chat

Chapter 12

Kinks and Cafeteria Chat

An alarm went off, arms released her, leaving her cold, and the beeping noise was smacked off. Then those arms were around her again, and Lucy hummed happily at the warmth.

"Time to wake up."

She groaned. Where was the snooze button? She usually hit the snooze five or six times before actually getting up.

"Lucy."

There were warm hands on her breasts, soft and hot flutters along her skin, but she still wanted to sleep. Yet her body rolled onto her back, unconsciously wanting more of those hands and lips.

"If you're going to be stubborn and stay in bed, I'll wake you up my way."

"Snooze," she muttered, not ready to wake up yet.

"I dare you to sleep through this."

Wet heat was on her breast, gently sucking her nipple. Her back arched, but she did not want to wake up, not yet. Then the heat was on her other breast, and fingers plucked at the one now wet.

"Ahh!"

"Are you awake?"

"Nuh-uh," she muttered, keeping her eyes closed. Maybe it was a wonderful dream.

A hand went down, resting on her lower belly, and she felt a finger sneak between her thighs, toying with the hood of her clit. That almost woke her fully, but her brain still struggled.

"You're a stubborn one," the voice said in amusement. The finger slipped further, and Lucy spread her legs, sleepy but knowing that whatever this feeling was, she wanted more. A finger carefully dipped inside her. "God, how are you this wet so early in the morning?"

Her body squirmed on its own. She just wanted to sleep. Whatever her body was doing, she wanted it to finish so she could get ten more minutes of rest. Or was this actually a dream? Yes, that must be it. Why else would her boss be touching her this way? A dream, surely. It must be yet another one of those sensual dreams just before waking up that left her flustered in the morning.

"Lucy, please wake up enough to say this is okay."

"Okay," she muttered.

"Are you just pretending to be asleep?"

"Sure," she mumbled. What was he asking? Sleep? "I'mmasleep," she muttered.

"You're adorable."

Someone moved her body. It felt cold, blankets were pulled away, and she groaned in displeasure. Her legs were pulled apart, but it was chilly on her sore thighs. Then heat hovered over her. That was nicer. Something thick and warm rubbed across where she still felt an ache from overuse yet longed to be used more.

"Is this your little kink? Sleep sex?"

She hummed a chuckle. Her having a kink? Hah! That was rich. But sleep? Yes, sleep sounded good.

"Do you want it, Lucy?"

"Mmmm!" She did. Whatever this was, her body knew she wanted it, and just like this: half-asleep and trapped somewhere between dreams and reality.

She heard a small package ripping open. Then that thick something changed direction, and she felt it slide inside of her. Pressure, an ache, fullness. Lucy briefly opened her eyes. Loke! It wasn't a dream? Oh, but it was the best sort of dream. Loke, here, in her bed. Wait, not her bed. His bed? Loke! She had admired him, and she had to confess, desired him for so long. Now he was with her, inside her, in bed together. Yes, this was the best sort of dream in the world.