29. Jasper

I'm lying on my stomach, my eyes fluttering closed in between the stages of sleep whilst my hard dick is rubbing against the mattress. I swear I can feel Reece behind me, the sensation of him dragging his erect dick between my arse cheeks teasing my pucker with the tip. He edges in, slightly, and I clench around him, calling out, "Oh god, Reece! Fuck me harder!" I can't help but moan, thrusting against the mattress to edge closer to release. Groaning, I roll over, pushing my hips up off the bed, my whole body trembling as I come.

My movement startles Reece, my eyes fully opening when he mumbles groggily, "Jasp?"

I glance at him from the corner of my eye, wondering for a moment how he's beside me and not at the foot of the bed. "Huh?" I mumble, holding back a yawn.

"Are you awake?" Reece asks, his eyes capturing mine in the dim lamplight.

I yawn then, mumbling, "Kinda."

Reece eyes me, puzzled as his eyebrows quirk upward. "Were you asleep?"

"Yeah, sorta. I was drifting off. Why?" I ask, feeling the sheets beneath me are wet with come.

"You were dreaming about us fucking and the bed was moving."

"I was?" I stammer, my cheeks flushing. He nods at me, a smirk teasing his lips that causes my stomach to flip.

"Ah…fuck. I can't believe it."

"What Jasp? Believe what? It was just a dream."

I shake my head at him, rolling onto my side to not have to face him when I confess. "I um…I have sexsomnia."

Reece grabs my side, forcing me to roll back over to face him. He's eyeing me incredulously.

"Seriously?" he gasps, still staring at me like I'm a complete weirdo. I've never told anyone before about the condition I've been experiencing since early puberty. It comes out of nowhere most of the time and I also–unless someone points it out– am not even fully aware that it's happened.

"Yeah, I didn't want to tell you," I admit, looking away from Reece's gaze locked on mine. "It just happens sometimes and I slip in and out of sleep while I'm masturbating."

"Sounds like a wet dream," Reece observes.

I shake my head, once again glancing at him. My heart is pounding. "It's different to that. I'm not always fully asleep when it happens and I'm aware of what I'm doing. It's like a daze, a trance of sorts."

Reece nods but doesn't say anything in response, so I add, "But also sometimes afterwards, I don't even remember it happening unless someone tells me like you just did."

Again Reece gasps, smirking when he replies, "Well, it sounded hot, Jasper."

"It's hard to explain. I hope you don't think I'm some sex-crazed weirdo."

Reece scoffs. "You, sex crazed?"

I nod but don't say a word. "Definitely not something I'd say to describe you, Jasp."

"Ok, um, good…" I stammer, my voice breaking.

Reece chuckles. "Do you want to fuck?" The question takes me aback, literally coming out of nowhere.

"I guess. But not right now," I respond, again yawning.

That causes Reece to laugh once more, and he taunts, "Go to sleep pretty boy," as he gives me a lingering kiss that causes every nerve ending in my body to spark. I want more with Reece, to actually feel him sliding inside me, to come with his dick buried in my arse. But I can't want that. Dreaming about it is one thing, a sin. But actually following through on the act, giving into that temptation is taking things to the next level, and committing the ultimate sin.

I don't verbalise my thoughts, instead, I roll over, facing away from Reece and snuggling under the covers, with Reece spooning me as we fall asleep. Even this, having him sleeping beside me in bed, knowing that we'll wake up in each other"s arms–with morning wood, no doubt–is a sin enough. Reece surely must be the devil, because every moment we spend together is further cementing my place in hell.