I was far past the point of hearing… far past the point of caring as my heart quickened with my strokes… arching my back off the mattress so close but not close enough… the heat and pressure inside me almost killing me… but imagining his rough hands on my body, thinking about all the times he threw me up against the wall. The feel of his weight against me… I just couldn't match the real thing in my mind… then suddenly something in my head pushed me even closer to the edge. That sound of shattering. Splintering wood as he kicks in my front door. Roaring as he does, his large hand on my shoulders shaking me form a fake sleep when suddenly I realise that's not my mind… my mind couldn't come up with the heat against my skin, the weight of someone pressing me into the bed. The warmth of his lips against mine. I scream as I come hard into my hand. I can't see and I can't breathe but I don't care… I'm in pure bliss… my body still twitching and pulsing from orgasm… then suddenly there's the sound of my front door slamming again. I force my eyes open to see him. Standing over me, all but tearing off his own clothing. Surely I've died… surely this isn't happening… things like this don't happen in real life. They happen in dirty novels and cheap office pornos on TV. But it's real and it's happening as Gene Hunt positions himself between my legs and pulls them round my waist. I stare as he pulls down his underwear to reveal his hard, throbbing length… a groan escapes my lips as slickens his member with saliva as best he can as enters me… the pain is nothing compared to the absolute pleasure of being filled completely and utterly by him… and only him… never in a million years would I let another man touch me this way, but him… these thoughts aren't in my head long as he starts to thrust inside me, leaning over me to press his lips to mine again, I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to his body through fear of him disappearing. My mind has gone completely blank at this point. The heat, the smells, the quiet grunts against my neck… then suddenly he hits my prostate dead on making me howl against his skin, biting down hard and hearing him moan… he continues to thrust into me, hitting my prostate again and again until I feel myself close once more
"Gene… Gene I'm close!" I moan into his ear, feeling him grip my hips tighter as he pounds into me. The bed creaking loudly against the floor. As his thrusts fall out of rhythm, he's now panting, muttering dirty words in my ear
"Gene please say something… please!" I beg him, rocking my hips against him but nothing could've prepared me for the growl that escaped his lips
"Come for me Sammy" he snarled before crushing his lips to mine as we both finish.
But sadly all good dreams must come to and end… the end being DCI Gene Hunt kicking in my front door and staring at the mess I've made in my sleep… but I lie again… and tell him it's Annie…