EroticReverie

*commissioned*

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I wake up to a pounding noise, I jerk in my bed and blink and wait. The pounding comes again on my door.

“What?” I ask groggily.

“open your door” I hear him on the other side sounding frustrated.

“I’m tired...i’m sleeping” I say.

“Open the door” he urges.

“No” I groan and pull my covers up over my head.

“What the hell, open the door” he says and pounds again. “Why is it locked?

I grumble and close my eyes. 

I hear a loud bang and realize he’s shouldering against the door. 

“Jesus christ!” I yell and throw my covers off and stomp to the door, flicking the lock and then turning and going back to my bed, he opens it and walks in closing it behind him as I crawl back into bed and pull my covers up over my head.

“What’s wrong?” he says and I feel him flip my covers up and slip into my bed beside me.

“Nothing” I lie. Wondering if I should bring it up, seeing him and Stacy together, if I have a right to be upset. Why is he keeping secrets? Secrets that involve her.

“I’m just tired.” I say and I scoot away as he tries to spoon me.

“Why are you moving away?” he grumbles and he pushes himself up against me, I feel the heat of his body against me, the smell of his cologne. Wondering if it hypnotizes Stacy the same way it does to me. I let him wrap me up into him. I close my eyes wanting to cry.

I feel his nose nudge against my the back of my neck at my hair line and his mouth kiss the back of my neck. 

“Mom and Dad are at the Rafton’s house” he says nudging against my ass.

“Wanna make out and fuck?” he says, his voice playfully and he laughs slightly. My lips tighten and I pull out of his arms and scoot again.

“Okay....something is wrong...are you going to tell me...or do I have to guess?” He says and I feel him push up and sit up against my head board. I tuck my hands under my head.

“I said i’m tired” I say. “I’m not in the mood.” I lie. Because even though I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m sad and confused, it feels like only he can make it better, even though he’s the one causing me to feel this way.

“Bullshit” he says. “Look at me.”

“Leave me alone.” I say. Biting my lip facing away from him, biting back a sob, my voice cracking.

“What did I do?” he asks.

“Nothing.” I say, my voice faltering again.

“Please don’t do this.” he says.

I don’t speak because I’m crying, and my tears are running down my face as I lay there silently, squeezing my eyes shut hoping he’ll leave me alone. 

“If something is wrong, you have to tell me, you can’t make me worry like this...what’s wrong.....this isn’t fair.” he says.

I let out a laugh, I shake my head and pull my covers up, wiping my face with them and then pulling them over my head. 

He sighs, I can tell he’s frustrated.

“I’m not leaving your room until you tell me what’s wrong.” he says.

I sniffle and I feel him sink back down and wrap his arm around me. 

“baby please” he says and I wince when he calls me baby. How can he make me feel so safe and so fucking...complete...but go behind my back with...her.

“why don’t you tell ME what’s wrong?” I say and pull my covers down and turn onto my back and look at him, he props up on his elbow his hand coming to my face and I swat it down. He flinches and looks at me, his eyes searching mine.

“What the hell is wrong” he says and I see his face grow more frustrated, angry.

“Be honest..” I say.

I watch him look side to side then back at me. 

“About what?!” he says and pushes up and so do I.

“Where were you?” I ask.

“When? This morning?” he asks.

“Yes.” I say. “You didnt respond to my texts or calls.”

“My phone was off. I was at the courts.” he says.

I feel my fingers curl into fists. Anger seethes through me. Now I know, something is going on, why would he need to lie.

“My battery died” he says.

I look at him, my anger crashes into sadness again and I cry. 

“Get out.” i say.

“What?” he says shaking his head.

“Get the fuck out.” I say and push at his chest. He grabs my hands.

“what the hell?! “ he says, and he wrestles my arms as I try to push him again and he over powers me and pushes me back and climbs ontop of me as I squirm yelling at him.

“fuck you!” I cry and he holds my arms over my head.

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” he yells “Calm the fuck down!”

I scream. 

“jesus!” he yells he lifts my arms and slams them back into the bed.

“Chill!” he yells. I stop squirming and look up at him.

“You werent at the fucking courts. I went to the courts” I glare at him, my eyes still wet with tears. 

“Then you mustve missed because I-” he starts.

“Dont fucking lie to me! I saw you!”  I scream and start wrestling back again and he holds me still and realizes I caught him.

“I saw you with her!” I yell and he squirms over me as I move, to pin me down again.

“Will you CALM down!? So I can explain!” he yells.

“NO!” I say and i rip my hands from his and I lift one and haul off to smack him in the face and he blocks it and his eyes goes wide. 

“why are you trying to hit me?!” he yells “stop!”

He fights with my arms again and pins them. 

“Go fuck Stacy!” I yell. “Get off me!”

His eyebrows pinch inward. “What?” 

I stop moving, and so does he. He lets out a little laugh and shakes his head, he slides his hands off my arms and pushes up off me. 

“Wow.” he says and slides off the bed.

“you know what...” he shakes his head. “nah...nevermind. have a nice nap” he says and walks out of my room and slams the door making me jump.

What the hell? How is HE mad? I snarl and throw my covers off and fling my door open and storm into his room. He finishes pulling off his shirt and looks over his shoulder and then sits on his bed. 

“I saw you with her!” I say.

“And?” he says picking up his phone and starts to scroll and tap the screen.

“And I called you....and you and her looked at my call and fucking laughed.” I say my voice cracking.

“We were just talking.” he says. “Not that it matters. Because you obviously don’t trust me.”

I shake my head. “You dont get to cheat on me and then make ME feel bad for catching you” I say. 

He gives a little laugh, shaking his head still looking at his phone. 

“I let you fuck Stacy. I let you fuck Trevor. Whatever it took to make you happy.” he says.

“I didnt do it behind your back” I snarl.

“I’m not fucking Stacy.” he says and throws his phone onto the bed and looks at me and stands and walks over to me , towering over me, looking down.

“We were fucking talking....about YOU” he says. My eyes dart back and forth between his, still not believing him.

“Not to be an asshole...but..fuck you for thinking otherwise.” he says.

“Fuck..” he says and his jaw ticks. “You really think I’d do that to you?” he says and I can tell I’ve made a terrible mistake by the way he looks at me, fucking wounded.

“I...I-” I start but I feel crazy, psychotic, stupid.

“I fucking love you” his brows pinch. “I wouldnt fucking hurt you....EVER.”

“I...I just saw you with her...why wouldnt you tell me? why did you lie? It made me crazy....it made me vomit on the fucking pavement.” I say.

“Why would your first assumption of seeing me...sitting in public...with Stacy...talking...would mean I was fucking her behind your back?” he asks. But we both know the answer. Because I cheated on her. I’m guilty. So of course I assume, everyone’s as much of an asshole as I am.

“Cause i deserve it.” i say.

He frowns and then shakes his head. He sighs. I can tell he’s hurt by what I accused him of and he sits back on his bed. He pats the bed. I sit next to him. 

“I’m sorry. I just....you didn’t say where you were going....you lied to mom and dad ....and to Trevor...you werent answering me...I just...when I saw you two” I say.

“I know how it looks...but it shouldnt have looked that way...the fact that I haven’t made you feel loved enough, that you think I would do something like that to you....fucking sucks.” he says.

I feel my heart break a little. “You have.” I say and grab onto his arm and he looks at me. I slip my arm under his and my other around him and I hug him. 

“I’m sorry.... I just....you make me crazy...i thought the worst thing possible..because...i’m an asshole...that cheated....so apparently projected my guilt onto seeing you two together..but youre not me...youre better than me and I’m sorry” I hug him tighter, his arm finally wrapping around me.

“You’re a pain in my ass” he says. I give a little laugh and look up at him he smiles slightly and leans in and kisses me softly.

“I’m sorry” I say. “Is it wrong to ask what you talked about?” 

He sighs. “Just about you....about what’s been going on...between all of us...I told her... I needed to talk to you ...but...” he trails off. 

“but what? talk to me about what?” I say looking at him.

“You’ve asked me before...about what I want. About sharing you.” he says.

I nod slightly. “yeah”

And he always does what I want, whatever makes me happy. 

“I wasn’t lying before, when I said as long as I had you...and you were mine at the end of the day...that I didn’t care. And, I wont lie that it was fucking hot with you and stacy both times, and hot watching you with Trevor. But...” he says looking at me.

I squeeze his hand. “Tell me” I say. You fucking make the rules baby I think, looking at him. Tell me what YOU want, don’t let this be just about my happiness anymore, but about ours. 

“I can’t share you. Neither can she. Neither of us want that.” he says. “I thought I could..but....I’ve realized that’s not what I want. I don’t want my girlfriend dating someone else.” he says. “It’s one thing to ya know spice things up and add another person in here and there...but I can’t share you romantically with her...or anyone else.” he says.

I nod, and grab his face and kiss him and lean onto him and he leans back on the bed. 

“Babe ...i’m not done” he says after kissing back, but then holds my face. 

“Sorry, go on.” I say hovering over him, already straddling him. He pushes us back up, but holds me on his lap straddling him.

“We both love you.” He says. “Both of us know we don’t want to share you with each other, because it just wouldnt be fair. Even though we both wish it could work that way.”  

I nod. 

“We agreed , it has to be one or the other...it can’t be both, and we both agreed that no matter what you decide...we’ll back off...we’ll let you be happy with whatever you choose, whether it’s her, or it’s me, or neither, but it’s -” I cut him off.

“You.” i say. I grab his face and kiss his mouth. “Hands down. 110% you. No questions. No need to think about it. It’s fucking you.” I say and kiss him again, his hands holding my waist.

“You should think about it.” he says pulling back.

I shake my head. “I don’t need to. I love you.” I almost cry again and kiss him. He kisses me back. 

“She won’t take you back if you change your mind.” he says.

I shake my head. “I wont change my mind. It’s been made up from the very first night.” I say. “I’ve been yours the whole time.” I say and his hands slide up and down my waist. 

“You should take a few days.” he says. I frown.

“Do you want me to choose her?” I ask, becoming upset.

He shakes his head. “I want you to choose who you think you’ll be happiest with. I want you to think about how different it would be being with me than with her. You could have...a normal relationship with her.” he says. 

I get what he’s saying, he want’s be to weigh the pro and cons. He wants me to be with whoever is going to make me happiest. 

“I’ll give you the same answer two days, two weeks, two months...two years from now..... it’s you.” I say.

“Can I hold her hand in public? Kiss her on the cheek? on the mouth? Without getting weird looks, without people whispering. Yes. Will I have to hide a relationship with her? No.” I say.

“I know this...” I gesture between us. “Isn’t...normal...” I squeeze out the word, hating that anything that feels like how he makes me feel has to be labeled as weird, wrong or gross to others.

“But this...is also...it’s....it’s just..” I search for a word, my heart swells. He looks at me in the eyes and nods.  “I’m not trading how I feel when I’m with you ...for something else..someone else...because it will be fucking convenient.” I say.

“It’s not fucking worth it.” I shake my head.

“I’m asking you to take a month.” he says. My eyes bulge.

“But i...” he cuts me off.

“I don’t doubt how you feel...but....for my peace of mind... for hers... we both need you to think about it. Really be sure. “ he says. I bite my lip.

“Fine” I say. Only because he’s asking. Because I owe him the peace of mind, if it will make him feel better.

“And...” he says looking down and then back at me.

“No...kissing...or touching...or fucking.” he says. My eyes widen.

“For a month?!” I yelp.

He gives a little laugh and nods. “Yes babe” 

“Fuck” he says. “And no calling you babe..or you calling me babe.....we want you to just be...clear headed...nothing swaying you.”

“This is such bullshit” I say. “I fucking love you!” I yell. 

He smiles and grabs my face. “I love you too. But. I just....I need you to do this for me....for her...we kinda owe it to her...I think” he says. 

I chew my lip. And he’s right. If this is all she’s asking for after what I’ve done. I can do this. 

“Well, what the hell, when does this fucking month start?” I say and he smiles.

“Well I told her I’d talk to you tomorrow about it.” he says.

I grab his face. “Then you better fuck the shit out of me for the next 48 hours if you’re making me go thirty days without touching this handsome face or kiss this mouth” I say and brush my lips over his. 

He smiles. “Why do you think I came to your bed in the first place?” he grins. 

__

We’re making out on his bed, my legs wrapped around him, his hips thrusting into me, our clothes still on, our mouths panting when we hear the car doors shut. 

“Shit” he groans and hops up off me and goes to the window.

“They’re already fucking home.” he says and groans.

“I don’t care...come back here” I say laying propped up on my elbows and curl my finger beckoning him back to me.

He walks over and I reach for his shirt and pull him back onto me. 

“I need you” I whisper, reaching down between us, placing my hand on his dick through his pants and rubbing. He groans and looks at me as I smile and bite my lip.

“fuck” he whispers and he kneels between my legs, and undoes his pants, taking his dick out, and I lift my hips and push down my pants off my hips and then lift my legs straight up and start to push my pants off, I only get them mid thigh when he grabs my legs , holding both up to one shoulder as he pushes against my pussy. I giggle as he pushes, my legs closed, making it tighter for him, and he sinks in. Both of us exhale and he starts to fuck me.

“Oh my god” I look at him. “There’s no way I can go a whole month” I whimper as I feel him inside of me, sliding in and out, my pussy so wet for him, coating his cock , letting him slide right in each time.

He groans. 

Both of us pant quietly as his hips thrust forward, the bed starting to creak and he slows down, cursing. But then goes fast again, the bed hitting the wall. He groans and keeps going.

“Fuck me” I pant. “Fuck me baby”

The bed hits the wall even louder and I whimper, because he feels so fucking good, because we know our parents are inside downstairs, and they could hear us.

“fuck my pussy” I beg. “harder”

He grunts and rips my pants off my legs the rest of the way, spreads my legs and his hands hold my inner thighs, keeping my legs spread as he starts to pound into me. I let out a yelp and throw my hands up against the headboard to brace myself, I feel my tits bouncing in my sports bra and groan. 

“you’re so fucking deep” I say quietly , my breaths quickening. “you’re gonna make me cum” I cry. Wincing and feeling my pussy tighten.

He pulls out and I cry out. “Dont stop” I cry and he grabs me flipping me over, man handling me and pulling me up my by hips, ass in the air and slides back in. I clutch his pillows and pull them to me, burying my face in one as I scream into it. 

I turn my head and pant. “Keep fucking me....fuck my little pussy” I whine. He groans, the headboard slamming into the wall. I cry out, and neither of us caring that my parents can probably most definitely hear us. 

“oh fuck, you feel so fucking good” I grit my teeth ready to cum again.

He spanks me hard and I yelp, he spanks me again and grabs my waist and goes hard, deep, I cum hard on his cock. Turning my head, screaming into his pillow. He groans and cums with me, shooting his cum into me for what seems like the millionth time. And everytime he does it, I feel like it make me love him even more, bring us closer, him claiming me even more as he drips into me. 

My legs trembles as he fucks the last of his cum into me and he collapses ontop of me, both of us panting. 

“fuck you always make me cum so fucking hard” he groans , pulls my ponytail and I grin and laugh as he playful pulls my head back, his mouth creeping to mine, his tongue finding mine and we kiss messily, grinning as we tongue each others mouths. He groans and his mouth leaves mine as he slides off of me and to the side, and falls onto his back. He lays there, one arm lifted up above his head the other over his stomach. I push up on my elbows and look at him and smile.

“You’re mine.” I say. He smiles back, the hand above his head coming to my face and cupping one side of it.

“always.” he says. 

___

After we fuck again , on the floor, I get dressed and go to my room and he goes down stairs. 

When I come down stairs I’m in tight distressed skinny jeans and a white cropped tank top. 

I see my mom and dad at the table with my brother and walk over and sit down. 

“All I’m saying” my father says. “Is you could have some god damn respect for me and your mother” my father glares at my brother. My eyebrows raise.

“We know you’re sexually active...it’s not fucking secret...there’s no need to make a display out of it when we’re home.” my father says. I flush red , me and my mother biting our lips closed.

“You really need to stop leading her on sweetheart” my mother says. “She calls here all the time...she loves you...if you dont love her...you need to stop letting her think you do.”

I realize they think he was upstairs with his ex Janelle, my heart stops beating so fast when they really have no clue what was really happening up there. 

“She’s well aware mom” he says and sulks in his chair , he tosses me a look and I lick my lips and look away, chewing the corner of my lip.

My father sighs. “Anyways, where do you two want to go for dinner?” he asks. 

I look to my brother and he looks to me. We both shrug. 

“We can just have dinner here.” I say.

My mother nods. “We’ll cook some steaks on the grill, how does that sound?” she asks us. I nod even though it’s not my favorite and my brother nods too. 

___

After dinner me and my brother decide we need to get out of the house. We lie and say we’re going to the beach with some friends. Even though there is a large party happening, we decide we don’t want to go to it. We don’t want to see Trevor, we don’t want to see Stacy, or his ex Janelle, or anyone else that might add drama into our night. 

So instead we go to the park. It’s already dark, just the street lamps lighting the courts, and certain parts of the park along the pathway that runners use. I smile down at our hands when he slips his fingers between mine as we walk towards the small set of bleachers. We both sit down on the first level of the benches,  and he leans back, his elbows on the next level of benches behind us. 

I look around the park and up at the sky, barely able to see any stars with all the lights around. I turn my head and look over my shoulder after a few seconds. He looking at me a big dumb grin on his face. I laugh. 

“What?” I say, somewhat self consciously and blush with the way his eyes sparkle at me and her just shakes his head gently.

“Nothing...you’re just perfect.” he says. I blush.

“I am not.” I say. He smiles and nods.

“You’re more than perfect actually.” he says.

I blush. “Thanks” I say and he smiles and pushes back up and he turns, lifting his hand to my face. My eyes dart around us. Even though there’s nobody here, no other cars in the dark parking lot. I still feel adrenaline course through me at this public, yet no so public display of affection. 

He leans in and his lips kiss me softly. I close my eyes, and I share the kiss with him, pushing mine back against his. It’s innocent, and sweet, as if we’re having our first kiss. His hand slips up into my hair which I have down, and our mouths part now slightly, teasing each others lips and mouths with our tongues. 

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you here.” he says smiling as he pulls back and looks at me. My eyes on his.

The courts and the park is just a place most people our age hang out. It’s the place where , when the beach is shut down, teenagers come and drink on the bleachers and party on the courts. It’s the place where girls come to fawn over the shirtless boys, and the boys come to watch the girls in  their tight leggings and spandex, running through the park. It’s where you can find couple making out in broad daylight, sharing kisses, and flirting, something we haven’t been able to do. 

I kiss him again, and this time, I grab his face and I slip onto his lap, straddling him, both of us getting worked up quickly as I do. I kiss him while cupping his face, as his hands slide to my waist, then to my stomach and up my tank top, grabbing my breasts. I moan feeling his large hands touch me. He rubs his hands over them, grabbing gently, feeling me up as if this is the first time he’s ever been to second base with me. I slip my hands from his face to his shirt, his hands slipping out from my shirt to my face, and he’s the one cupping my face now as I clutch his shirt in my hands, pulling him to me. My hips start to roll and I moan into his mouth. The way he kisses me, the way his hands touch my face delicately and come down to my neck. 

“I love you” I whisper against his lips as our mouths take a minute. I look in his eyes and he smiles.

“I love you too.” he says , his hands slipping down over my tits again, pulling the top of my tank top down, letting them fall out. I gasp excitedly and grab his face again and kiss him harder now, my bare tits out, the breeze blowing across my chest between us and I feel my nipples tighten and his hands graze them, his fingers dragging lightly down over them.

I feel my panties starting to soak as he turns me on further and further. His hands grab mine from his face and he lowers them, and his hands slide up my arms to my shoulders and he pulls the straps of my tank top down as his mouth breaks from mine and trails down, along my jaw then down my neck, over my collar bone. I lean my head back and breathe excitedly and moan as I lift my arms out of the straps and he pushes the tank top down to my waist. 

He pulls back and I lift my head looking at him, he looks at me and then down to my breasts and smiles. 

“I’ve never made out with a girl at the courts ya know..” he says. “You’re my first”

I tremble when his hand slips up the middle of my stomach and between my breasts and then slides back down smoothly. I feel my nipples harden even more for him. 

He looks at me and I bite my lip gently from the inside and he looks down at my chest again as I breathe, my chest rising and falling slightly. 

“you look so beautiful right now.” he says with a little smile and his hands hold my waist, and slide up, his thumbs reaching out to pass over my nipples, holding his hands at the sides of my breasts, his thumbs passing over them , teasing them, the hard pebbles rolled by his thumb. I arch my back, leaning my head back.

I let his hands roam all over my chest, feeling him cover every inch of my skin with them, and I hold my breath when I feel his mouth on my collar bone again, sliding down slowly. 

Doing this here, makes it feel like we’re solidifying this, what we are, even though he just asked me hours ago to take the month to figure out what I really want. But I already know, my heart, my mind, my body, all of me knows this is it. Him. He’s what I want and need, nobody will ever make me feel the way he does, make me come undone by their touch, or a look in their eyes the way he does. 

I lean my head back up and look at him and licks my lips. 

“I want you...here and now....take me...” I breathe lightly , shivering under his gaze as his lips turn up at the corners slightly and he slips his hands up to my neck and pulls my mouth to him.

“I need you...here and now” he says.