Free Dare by Glenna Sinclair

did so. He was fascinating to look at, handsome and so sure of himself—except when I controlled his pleasure. It made something inside of my stomach clench pleasantly to see how much he was enjoying himself.
    Just like the dream, his hands settled on my hips, at first, just resting there, then gripping as I amped up my rocking. It was a strange thing, to see something in a dream and then have it come true in real life. It was hard to believe—even if I was right there, breathing in Sebastian’s breath, our sweat mingling on our skin, one person in two bodies, moving together instinctually.
    Then, one of those hands left my hip and came to rest between us, the pad of his thumb seeking out and then swiftly finding my clit. He was relentless—even as it made me miss several thrusts, making up for it by adding his own pumping to the mix. One of his hands kept me in place, and the other sent me soaring until my entire body was on fire, consumed completely in an orgasm so powerful that I was sincerely afraid I’d go blind. Sebastian grabbed me and held me to his chest, his cock slipping out of me, and I writhed against him, still riding that high as he pumped himself with his fist—once, twice, then coming onto the dust of the floor. I had to be grateful to him for that. There was nothing worse than the wetness of someone inside you when you had things to do. This would be easy to conceal, easy to forget.
    Even though resting there in his arms, breathing hard, unable to comprehend what had just happened, I knew I’d never forget this encounter. I even found myself wishing that it wouldn’t be the only time we’d come together like this. How did I go about propositioning a regular meet-up? We could rotate between Los Angeles and the farm, or perhaps find some hamlet in between, a secret hotel that no one ever had to know about, a place of our own.
    “What are you thinking about?” Sebastian asked, stroking my hair, neither of us in any hurry to get on with our lives.
    “Nothing,” I said smiling against his chest. “Just dreaming again.” Because that was all it was—one big dream. I could no more keep Sebastian as some sort of sexual pet than he could do the same to me.
    “Was it a good dream?”
    “A very good dream.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with a very good dream, then. I have some very good dreams of my own.”
    We were silent for a time, both of us lost in our own thoughts or dreams or fears or perhaps dashes of all of them, all put together.
    “Was it, um, did you enjoy yourself?” Sebastian asked. “Right now, I mean, earlier? Was the sex good?”
    “Of course it was good,” I said, raising my head off his chest to stare at him, dumbfounded. “Didn’t you hear me?”
    “I think the whole farm heard you,” he said, grinning.
    “God, I hope not.” I hoped we didn’t leave the building after putting ourselves back together and find an audience of people waiting outside, Dad included. I wouldn’t be able to cope with that spectacle.
    “Relax,” Sebastian said. “We’re fine. Everyone is too busy outside working to take notice of a couple of people enjoying themselves inside here.”
    “Still, we should get dressed,” I said, even as I didn’t feel like doing it myself. “This is a busy place. Someone’s going to see us.” I couldn’t even fathom how I was going to put myself back together again to keep Dad from suspecting anything. He was an understanding man, but I was his only daughter. He could be a mite protective, and I didn’t want him thinking I’d have a roll in the hay, so to speak, with any city slicker who wandered onto the farm.
    Sebastian gently extricated himself from me, stood and offered me a hand up. My limbs were loose and pleasantly tired. I fully believed I’d sleep for the entire night if I went inside and put myself to bed.
    “You’ve got a little dust in your hair,” Sebastian remarked, ruffling the strands at the back of my head. I coughed, as a cloud