EroticReverie

Eventually I wake up, and can see from the glass sliding doors that it's still night out. I turn over in bed roll my eyes remembering that Julien was still on the call when I fell asleep. 

I walk to the closet, and grab a plain white satin nighty. With thin straps and  a white lace hem around the bottom, with  small triangle slits on each side of my leg.  It's the first thing I grab so I throw it on , and I turn on the lights finally and go to walk out of the suite and jump. 

Julien is sitting in one of the plush chairs at the coffee table that me him Farrah and James all say in earlier.. My idea of finding him and bitching him out for leaving me alone in the room all night dissolves as I look at him sitting, slouching his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted down and to the side, snoring lightly. A smile twitches across my face. I walk over to the chair and place my hands on the sides of the chair, and watch him. His smart little grin, his sexy smirk, his stern, dominant glare in his eyes. Everything is soft about him now as he sleeps and I smile being able to steal a glance at him like this. I lift my knee and slide it between his leg and the side of the chair carefully and then the other on the other side, straddling him slowly, and settling myself on his lap as I gently grab his face and his head lifts as he blinks his eyes awake.

"Wha-what?" he says and sits up straight. I smile at his sleep voice and eyes. 

"Babe?" he says and lifts a hand to my one hip. 

"Come to bed" I whisper, and lift his chin and kiss his lips softly. 

He kisses back gently.

"you locked me out" he says groggily.

"Yes." I say. "I did" 

"You mad at me?" he blinks sleepily. 

"I will be if you don't come with me to bed, and sleep next to me" I say.

He nods, I smile and he gets up , yawning and follows me to the bed. 

He shoves off his pants and t shirt that he fell asleep in. His briefs too as I pull back the covers, both of us getting into the bed. His head hits the pillow and he groans.

"Much better" he mumbles. I laugh slightly and turn the lights back off and crawl into bed, up next to him and before I can lay my head on his chest, he turns toward me, and lays his on mine. I smile in the dark as he cuddles up to me, his arm over my torso, his leg sliding over mine and intertwining with mine.

"don't be mad" he mumbles. 

I run my fingers through his hair and he pull me tighter, curling his arm tighter around my torso. 

"You smell so good" he says , his voice sounding so tired, and exhausted, he lets out a large yawn and nudges his head up under my chin and I laugh slightly. 

"you feel good" he mumbles. 

"i like sleeping next to you" he says and his hand slides up my torso on the side, his hands sliding over the satin of my nighty. 

"I like touching you before i fall asleep...and when I wake up" he says.

I listen to him ramble as I stroke my fingers through his hair.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" he mumbles. 

I give a little laugh.

"No." I whisper. "get some sleep" 

"mm okay" he says and nestles himself even closer.

--

I wake up before Julien and throw my hair up into a messy bun, and walk out onto the deck outside of our door. 

"Good morning Miss Price" Farrah greets me, she's already set up a small table with croissants and fruit. 

"Would you like me to have the chef make you anything for breakfast?" She asks. 

I shake my head, and rub my eyes. "No thank you, but...coffee?" I ask. 

"Of course , is that all?" she asks. 

"A cigarette?" I ask. She smiles. 

"Of course, I'll be right back." she nods and walks away. 

"And whatever you want" I call after her. "You're sitting with me" 

She tosses a smile over her shoulder. "Yes ma'am" she says and smile to myself as I look out across the deck and to the ocean and think of how ridiculous my life is right now.

I cross my legs and flip through the newspaper placed on the table. It's the other days paper, obviously. We're on a god damn yacht. 

I just skim the front page and set it back down as Farrah comes back, two coffees on a tray, a pack of regular cigarettes, and a pack of menthols, a lighter and an ashtray.

She sets down the tray. Places the coffee in front of me and then one in front of her and gestures to the tray with the cigarettes and lighter still on them. 

"Madame" she gestures to the tray, and I roll my eyes, both of us laughing.

"Sleep well?" she asks as I lift the coffee and take a sip.

"Not until jackass got himself to bed." I say. 

She frowns sympathetically. "You were all alone?" 

I shrug. "I fell asleep after ....we...you know...came back took a shower and went to bed....I woke up in the middle of the night...he was asleep in a chair...I locked him out" I say. Farrah laughs. 

I laugh too. "I might have been a bit dramatic." 

Farrah shakes her head. "Dramatic would be throwing his shit overboard." 

I point a finger in the air. "Didnt even think of that...next time...next time" I say and we both laugh. 

"Is that your outfit for the day?" Farrah asks , her eyes looking me up and down as I reach for the pack of menthols and slip one out and toss the pack back to the tray and grab the lighter. 

I laugh. "Would you like it to be?" I cock and eyebrow jokingly and light the cigarette. 

"I'd prefer you walk around the rest of your trip completely naked." she shrugs. "That's just me though" she winks. 

"How can you flirt so shamelessly this early in the morning?" I ask and she laughs. 

"Someone left me with a case of female blue balls last night, and they never really went away." she says. 

"Touche" I say, and we both laugh. Farrah takes a menthol as well and we both sit at the small table, smoking, drinking our coffee. 

We continue to talk and sit there , chain smoking and drinking another cup of coffee. My eyes go up when I see him opening the door, wearing a pair of grey jersey knit pajama pants , his eyes squinting against the sun as he walks out shirtless, his hair, a perfect mess of disarray. 

"Morning sunshine" I say and Farrah sit up straight and goes to get up.

"Sit" I say waving her back into her seat as Julien walks over scratching his chest like a cave man , looking only at me and not to Farrah as he comes up beside me, leans down and kisses the top of my head. 

"Morning" he says and then reaches for my coffee, lifts it and takes a sip. 

"Good morning Mr. Bryant" Farrah says politely. 

"Hmm?" He lifts his head as he reaches for the newspaper. "Oh yes, good morning Farrah" he says and sets the mug down on the table, pouring another cup as he looks at the front page of the paper. 

Farrah looks at me, and I look at her and shrug. 

"When you two are done, I'd like to talk to you Ms. Price." Julien says. 

I sit up straighter and look at him as he just sips his coffee, my coffee, and looks at the paper flicking it down with one hand to read the bottom half of the page. 

"Well...I should only be....about ...what would you say Farrah? An hour or so?" I say being smart, jabbing at the fact he told me he'd only be an hour at most last night.

"but of course an hour could turn into two...or possibly until the middle of night." I say with a shrug. 

"I know" I say with as much sass as I can manage. 

"Why dont you go wait inside our room for me, alone" I say and lean back in the chair to look up at him, with a smart as grin on my face. He lowers the paper, his jaw is tightened. 

"Farrah...." Julie says , still looking at me. 

"Will you excuse us please?" Julien says. 

"Of cour-" Farrah goes to get up. 

"No!" I say, my eyes leaving Juliens and going to Farrah's "Stay...sit" 

"Jenna" he growls. I look back to him, Farrah frozen. 

"She stays. Because, we were talking. The world doesn't revolve around YOU Mr. Bryant." I scowl. 

"No. But mine currently revolves around you, even though youre a fucking unbelievable pain in my ass, so I'd like to talk to you.....please" he grits his teeth on the world please. 

Farrah grins at me, standing all the way up and leaving with a large smirk on her face and take her coffee with her. 

Julien walks over to the chair she was in and sits. 

I cross my arms over my chest. 

"Talk." I say. 

He leans forward, elbow on the table and leans his head down running fingers through his hair with a growl. 

"I'm sorry about last night. I truly am. You know I am, so don't give me grief for it. Knock it off." he says. 

My lips tighten. He cocks his brow and I roll my eyes. 

"Fine." I say and try to loosen my tight lips and shrug. 

He gives a heavy sigh. 

"Why do I have the feeling bad news is coming Julien?" I ask, cocking my head. 

He looks up and I can see him eyeing the messy little flyaway pieces of hair around my neck and then he looks in my eyes. 

"Because..." he sighs. 

"I have a favor to ask you." he says. 

"What?" I ask. 

"The guys you met in my office that one day....where I almost killed the one for trying to hit on you?" he says. 

I cock my brow. "Yea?"

"Their the ones I have to close a new deal with." he says.

I shrug. "Ok. So?"

He licks his lips, nervously and looks up at me, his head low as his eyes stay on mine. 

"Uh uh...NO" I say shaking my head, and slamming my hand down on the table. 

"Fuck you!" I yell. 

"It's not like that!" He says. 

"Fine Julien..tell me...whats the fucking favor?" I say as I stand up and slam my hands down on the table. 

"Well....you can imagine what his original request was.." Julien says. I stand up straight crossing my arms. 

"But....he's going to be here later...coming on a helicopter." he says. " I had the captain turn us around last night. And we're not that far from the cit-" I cut him off

"what..IS... THE..FAVOR" I growl. 

"You and Farrah...he wants to watch you with Farrah." he spits it out. I let out a harsh laugh. 

"Does he now?" I say. 

"Yes." he says. 

"Can I tell you, that I really don't give a fuck what he wants to see?" I say. 

He sighs. "I know...fuck...I know ok...we need to sign this new deal off." 

I walk over to him and stab the point of my finger in his chest.

"You bring that man on this fucking yacht...i'm going to take one of your Narnia of Pain knives and cut his balls off and throw them into the ocean for the sharks....yours too" I hiss. 

"You didnt mind showing off in my office for-" 

I slap him. "AND LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT"

He grabs my wrist, but his face softens. 

I pull at my hand. 

"I want to go home." I snap and he releases my wrist. 

"And I quit Julien." I hiss and stomp my way into the bedroom. 

He comes in after me and grabs me from behind. 

"Dont fucking touch me!" I lean forward, sticking my ass into him, trying to get away as he pulls me to him, holding me as I squirm in his arms, growling.

"Calm down Jenna, jesus!" he says. 

"Let go!" I scream. He does and I turn and smack him again across his face. His jaw clenches, and I do it again. Scowling at him. 

He lifts me  right up over his shoulder and takes me to the bed kicking and screaming, throwing me on it, and pushing down his pants. 

"Get away from me!" I yell as he climbs onto the bed, his muscles moving as he fucking stalks over me and spreads my legs with his own as he gets between them. 

"You fucking asshole" I glare as he pushes up my satin nighty, and he grabs his cock, which is already hard, and he pushes it against me, and inside of me. 

I let out a pathetic gasp as he sinks into me, my walls coating his cock with a slickness that lets him pull out and slide back in even smoother. 

I slam my palms to his chest and push at him, as his hips keep moving. 

"You're going to do this for me Jenna" he says, his cock filling me, stretching me making me moan even when I don't want to. 

"You're going to do it for me" he says firmly.

"fuck you" I moan and arch my back and my hands grab onto his back instead now, my nails digging into him. 

"Say you'll be a well behave little slut for me today Jenna" he groans. 

"Shut up and keep fucking me" I pant. 

He groans and goes harder. I yelp and wrap my legs around him, he takes my mouth. 

"I wanna watch those two fucks jerks their lame cocks to my slut and her new friend as they go at it like two hot fucking whores" he groans. I dig my nails harder into his back.

"shut...up" I groan as he goes harder. And the idea that pissed me off minutes ago, is turning me on now, because anything at all sounds hot when I've got his dick buried inside me. 

"I wont be your corporate hooker" I pant as he screws me into the bed, going hard and deep. I yelp.

"You'll be what I tell you to be Ms Price" he says and takes my mouth and kisses me as he jerks his hips, and I gasp, knowing he is cumming. 

I grasp his back. And my brows pinch, slightly pissed that he came without making me cum first, or cumming with him. 

He groans, emptying himself and then slides out and onto his back. 

"Go take a shower. And put something sexy on. I'll grab Farrah. She can borrow some of your lingerie if she doesnt have her own." he says. 

I look at him mouth agape. 

"I will burn this fucking yacht down if you dont make me cum" I say and he laughs and sits up.

"You'll get to cum later....when you and Farrah are burying your faces in each others cunts" he says and sits up. 

I look at him. "I hate you." 

"You love me actually....and you love what I'm asking of you...I know you do..." He grins. 

"now go get showered please."