Chapter 12 (Mason's POV)
I woke up the same as I did in the past few days.
But something was definitely different.
There was a warm body wrapped around me.
I didn't want to open my eyes and ruin the spell or dreams I was having.
Whatever it was, it felt too good to be over.
At the moment I had no idea who it was, I just hoped it was Rachel like in all of my dreams lately.
One leg was wrapped around my waist and so was one arm. But the problem is that her leg was pressed directly onto my crotch. Her middle was pressed into my side but I could feel her warmness and if my imagination didn't lie to me there was also some wetness.
I tried to move but each movement caused friction and made my hard on even more painful.
So instead of moving my body I only moved my hand.
At the moment it was resting on her ass so I decided to do some exploring first.
In none of my dreams so far I had a chance to explore her body, so I used today's dream while I could.
I moved first upwards, moving first to her waist and further up to her breasts.
I only could get close to one but it was enough.
It was firm but soft at the same time and just a bit bigger than my hand.
Just the way I liked it.
As soon as I squeezed it a bit harder she started moaning and looking for friction between her legs.
I spent some time at her breast and then started moving down her body once more.
Once I reached her ass I went around her rounded globes and moved even lower so I could reach between her legs.
First I stayed on top of her clothes, just waiting to get some kind of response from her.
And she didn't disappoint.
As soon as I came closer to her pussy she started pushing more into my hand.
Since she was wearing her sexy shorts again I had easy access to reach under it.
She was moaning and grinding against me like crazy and I used it as an opportunity to move even lower.
I reached her clit and started rubbing it in circles.
I put my other hand on the leg that was wrapped around me and put some pressure on it.
Hey I also needed to relieve myself.
A low murmuring could be heard from Rachel so I tried to listen a bit harder. She was repeating one word.
"More!"
And I was willing to oblige.
I pushed a finger inside her and was shocked at the amount of wetness that awaited me.
She was soaked.
After a few strokes I added another finger and her moans became louder.
I started to feel her walls starting to clamp down on my fingers, so I sped up my tempo.
The moment she came she screamed my name, and that alone was like a bucket of frozen water dropped on my head.
I realized none of this was a dream.
I slowly opened my eyes and was already cursing myself.
I risked a look in Rachel's way but it seemed she was asleep.
That is some kind of relief, because I can't imagine a scenario where she would be happy to wake up from an orgasm that was intrigued by my hand or any other part of my body.
It was time for me to get out of her room and bed as fast as I could.
So I did just that, and in the meantime I was cursing myself in my own head.
What the hell was I thinking!?
How am I supposed to live in the same house as Rachel?
I guess I will just have to avoid her, because I know myself.
And I knew the first time I would see her, I'd spill the beans.
And then she would kill me.
And if she wouldn't succeed in her mission then my sister would.
Damn it all!
What is wrong with me?
Sure Rachel is hot but we never got along in the past.
We hated each other's guts.
But now it looked like my mind was obsessed with her.
Dreaming about her every night, finger fucking her while she sleeps.
I was going to hell!
I called in sick and locked myself inside my room.
After I found myself some food and snacks that would be enough to get me through the day or at least until Rachel goes somewhere.
I had to bury myself into work.
That was the only way I knew to get my mind off her curves, and smile, and those sounds…
Stop it you idiot!
I was trying to get into my work mood but it didn't help.
Each sound I heard I thought it was Rachel coming to kill me.
I know, I know, I am exasperating but that's just the way my brain works.
Since work didn't help I decided for another approach.
I connected my phone to the wireless headphones and blasted my music as loud as it allowed.
This way I won't be able to hear any sounds.
And even if she tried knocking or calling me I couldn't hear her.
That reminded me.
I quickly pulled out my phone and sent Becky a quick text, letting her know I had some serious work to do and my phone will be turned off for the next few days.
Then I proceeded to put my phone on airplane mode.
And then I continued where I left before the text.
Meaning it was time for a serious workout.
I hoped once every muscle in my body will hurt like bitch I will be able to get Rachel out of my head.
Hope dies last!