𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬; 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚

"preferences"

IRIS MARA
chapter six

His hands held mine, keeping them pressed into the mattress above my head. His thrusts were slow and steadily paced. His breaths were shaky as he groans into my neck.

He looks up, allowing a deeper moan to slip passed his lips. Beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead and cupid's bow.

He released my hands and brought his own to grip my waist, picking up his pace.

He bit down onto his bottom lip in attempt to conceal his noises of pleasure. A groan spills from his tongue as his head falls back.

"I can work my tongue like a vibrator. No cap." Are the obnoxiously loud spoken words that awake me from my explicit dream.

I roll over in my bed. "Shut up, Zion. Your head game probably weak as hell."

"You don't know nothing." Zion retorts sourly, shaking his head.

"No, I think I agree with Iris on this one." Brandon laughs as I make my way down the ladder to get up to my bunk.

Zion rolls his eyes. He stands up, obviously a bit unpleased with the outcome of the situation.

"I'm going to go watch Animal Planet with the boys. You both suck ass." He says before disappearing.

I look towards Brandon who looked as if he hadn't moved since I'd fallen asleep.

"How long was I out? I say as I make my way over to Edwin's bed. I take a seat on the edge of it.

"Maybe an hour."

Brandon raises his eyebrows from his position directly across from me. "But are you really going to leave me over here by myself?"

"I don't see a problem with that."

"Oh, come on, get your ass over here and join your Uncle Brandon."

I shake my head, cringing at his very peculiar choice of words. "Please do not refer to yourself as my uncle, Brandon, ever again. That's just extremely weird, even for you."

He grins widely. "Oh, okay, so is daddy more preferable for you?"