Free Undercover Obsession by BJ Wane

pulsed
achingly, her pussy felt swollen and so empty, the need to be
filled, stroked, fucked over and over a throbbing litany
encompassing her whole body. She had dreams before where she awoke
aroused, aching to be fucked, but nothing like this, and never had
she been unable to wake when her arousal was beating so strongly.
Deep male voices caught her attention, momentarily diverting her
misery away from the pain of unfulfilled lust. She struggled to
open her eyes even as one hand cupped her pussy in an attempt to
ease the ache. Concerned grey eyes looked down at her out of a face
she had dreamed of often.
    “I should’ve known you’d show up,” she
muttered. Didn’t he always put in an appearance in her dreams and
then leave her aroused and unsated? “Damn it, not this time, Brody.
This time I hurt too bad.”
    Brody grabbed Piper’s hands as she reached
for him, the way her green irises were almost completely covered by
the dilation of her black pupils giving him cause to worry. “Piper,
darlin’, wake up.” He tried giving her a small shake, but she
managed to pull her right hand free of his grip and hastily cupped
her palm between her legs again, her struggles having dislodged the
sheet completely, leaving her slim body clad in nothing but a plain
white bra and panties bare to them.
    “Damn, you, Brody,” Piper swore in
frustration. “You’re supposed to want me in my dreams. Quit being
difficult and fuck me already.”
    “She’s out of it,” Ian stated quietly from
where he stood on the other side of the bed.
    “No shit. The girl I remember never would
have done drugs, but it’s obvious she’s on something.”
    “I don’t think it’s drugs, though,” Ian said
when Piper slipped her hand inside her panties with a whimper, her
hips thrusting up against her palm.
    Brody wanted to pull her to him, force her to
wake up and explain what was going on, but by the desperate way she
was touching herself, the stiffness of her nipples that was
glaringly obvious even through her bra, as was the dampness of her
panties and the glazed, unfocused look in her eyes, she was in the
throes of a powerful aphrodisiac.
    “What the hell’s going on?” Brody asked Ian
roughly as both men tried to keep their own lust under control.
Despite the shock of finding her here and in such a state, Brody
was struggling with the physical changes five years had made. The
soft roundness of her thighs and waist was gone, replaced with
well-toned muscles, making her legs look longer than possible for
her five foot three height and her waist small enough he was
tempted to see if he could span it with his hands. In contrast, her
breasts were full, definitely soft and right now, her nipples were
threatening to bore holes through her bra they were so stiff.
    “The sheriff said he checked here twice
yesterday and there was no sign of her, and once again this
morning,” Ian said. “She had to have returned in the last five
hours.”
    “Or was returned.”
    “Brody, please,” Piper begged. She couldn’t
figure out why he wasn’t touching her, why he wasn’t relieving this
painful arousal she was sure he was responsible for. In every other
dream she had where he was involved, he always wanted her as much
as she did him, always gave her everything she wanted, everything
she had craved for the past five years. “Why aren’t you helping
me?”
    “You’re going to have to do something.”
    Brody glared at Ian across the bed. “I am not
fucking a woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing,” he stated
harshly despite the raging hard on pressing painfully against his
zipper.
    “Then don’t, but give her some relief so she
can sleep the rest off.” Ian strode from the loft, his own cock
demanding a release he too refused to give in to under the
circumstances.
    He was right, Brody thought with no pleasure.
Piper was suffering, the effects of whatever she had been given
more painful than pleasurable at this point and he couldn’t