Carrick had never been a particularly skilled dreamwalker, but he wondered if he had accidentally slipped into Russ' subconscious while he was asleep. The thought was an intriguing one, and was perhaps the perfect alibi for a clandestine affair.
"What were you dreaming of?" Carrick's voice was soft, almost caressing. "Because I can tell you what I was thinking of. I was thinking about how hot your mouth felt when you pulled my cock all the way into your throat."