EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Tatum

Once I'm home I shower , grabbing my dirty clothes, wrapping a towel around me I walk into my bedroom. I drop the clothes in my hamper and turn around to close my door and jump when I see Deshawn standing in my doorway.

"Jesus christ!" I hiss, clapping my hand to my chest. "You scared the shit out of me!" I whisper yell. 

I look over his shoulder. "Is Stella up?" I ask, he smirks, stepping in and closing my door.

"D...no" I say shaking my head. 

"What kept you out so late tonight?" he asks, his feet carrying him closer to me.

"none of your business, get out" I whisper and scowl. 

"Fucking Daniel again?" he cocks his brow. 

"Shut up D, get out" I say pushing my hand to his chest when he gets close enough, his other hand reaching out and grabbing my towel from me, yanking it and tossing, I yelp and within seconds he's lifting me, tossing me onto my bed. 

I bounce onto my back and push up on my hands , and he's removing his boxers and getting onto my bed. 

"D, what the fuck?!" I say as I try to ignore his large cock as he nudges it between my legs against my pussy. 

"D, we're not doing this again" I shake my head. "I love Stella, I can't do this" I whimper, but he's already sliding in shaking his head.

He groans and I gasp gripping the covers on my bed as his cock stretches me. I wince. 

"Stella will wake up" I whimper as he slides out and slides back in, my pussy wasting no time getting turned on and soaking his cock with each of his thrusts, growing more wet with each slow thrust. 

"Then we'll have to be quiet" he whispers and his hands grabs mine, pinning them above my head gently. I arch my back and he drives into me deep, slowly, but deep. I wince and shudder at how big he is. 

"We can't do this D" I tremble, my arms pulling, but he holds them firmly, his hips thrusting, my legs going up over his hips, wrapping around him and he grins. 

"Thats my baby girl" he whispers and thrusts slowly, quietly. I pant, gasping as he fucks me gently, but still hurting me, so , so good. 

"Deshawn...please" I whine quietly and he thrusts a little faster. 

I let out a moan and he hushes me. I whimper and he slides out, I feel my pussy tighten, and then he thrusts back in and I yelp. 

"fuck baby girl" he groans and starts to go a little faster, my bed creaking. I moan and writhe beneath him, he goes faster. I pant louder and squeal as he goes harder, deeper, his cock piercing me. 

"fuck!" I cry out and he hushes me again, but I moan loudly and buck my hips upwards, my body and brain, all of me losing grip, coming undone by how good it feels getting fucked, and stretched by D's cock.

"oh D" I moan out. "yesss" I moan and he groans when I get into it, fucking him like he's not my roommates boyfriend. 

"oh god!" I cry out and gasp as he goes even faster, the bed is shaking, creaking, the headboard barely hits the wall because we're sideways on my bed. But the springs of my bed are loud and so is my cry when he impales my pussy with his cock. I actually scream and he leans down, taking my mouth, stopping, as I tremble and whimper. He kisses me. 

"Shhhh baby girl" he says. 

"I can't help it" I whimper. He grins. 

He kisses me, thrusting slowly again. I moan into his mouth. 

"Keep fucking me D, don't stop" I breathe into his mouth. 

"don't stop" I whine again as he picks up his pace again. 

"mmmm harder" I pant. 

He goes harder, I yelp and he slides out and pulls me onto of him. 

I moan, taking him back inside me quickly and riding his cock. 

"Oh god!" I cry out, throwing my head back and bouncing my pussy on him, 

I cant help that when I'm horny enough, I make terrible terrible decisions. 

D's hands are on my ass as I move up and down, my tits bouncing on my chest and he quietly encourages me. 

"fuck baby girl, ride it...yea....fuck...bounce that pussy on me baby girl....just like that...." he urges and I moan loudly.

"Shhhh" he hushes me and I lean forward rocking on his cock, hands on his chest. 

"tell me when you want Big D to drill you baby girl" he groans.

"yessss" I whine. "fuck me." 

He grabs my hips and thrusts up, almost sending me flying. I bounce hard, coming back down and cry out, screaming. D thrusts violently , I scream even more and he groans. 

"You gonna get us caught baby girl" he groans, but he doesn't stop. 

I feel like I'm riding a mechanical bull as his thrusts throw me upward and forward and he holds onto my hips, fucking me like a toy. 

With his cock inside me he lets me grind on his cock, moving my hips back and forth, I grind my clit against him with his cock inside me. 

"Go on T, cum on it" he says licking his lips was he watches me pant and ride him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" her voice comes from the doorway. 

"Stell...baby...it's not what it looks like!" Deshawn has the audacity to say as I fly off him and he pushes up. I scramble off the bed, and Stella looks like she might murder us both.

"AND HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!" she screams and swipes a porcelain dish with a bunch of earrings from my dresser onto the floor. 

"Baby, baby" Deshawn gets up walking to Stella, completely naked. 

"Don't you fucking baby me! Get the hell out! Both of you!" she screams and slaps him across his face. 

"Today was the first day baby, I'm sorry..it doesnt mean nothin....just a fuck baby...you know you're my girl...i love you Stella" he says going to reach for him again. 

Her voice cracks she screams so loud. "GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!" 

I'm already scrambling around my room, stuffing my clothes from my closet into a duffel bag. I don't try to apologize, I don't make excuses, I let them argue as I gather my shit. 

Deshawn picks up Stella as she screams, wailing her fists over his back, taking her into their room. The door slams, and they continue to scream at each other. 

I realize I'm so unbelievably fucked. I don't know what's gotten into me. Ever since that night Kash first came in to the club, I've just had no self control, no morals. 

I grab trash bags quickly from the kitchen, throwing all of my clothes into them. I take my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner, my blow dryer, throwing all my shit into bags. 

I don't even realize I'm crying until I've dragged all my shit into the hallway of our apartment building, sniffling. I go to my room, grab my purse with my cell and then walk out into the hall. I drag my bags one at a time to the elevator. 

"What are you doing?" his voice asks as the elevator opens and I lift a bag. Holding it. He sees i'm crying.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Jack, my boyfriend steps out of the elevator. Taking the bag he sets it down. 

"You and Stella have a fight?" he asks and holds me. I let him. I let him hold me for a second because I need it, selfishly, I need the arms of a good guy to hold me. I wanna feel them hold me one more time before I have to tell him.

"Baby, what's going on?" he asks. He kisses the top of my head as I hold onto him, wrapping my arms tighter around him, my cheek crushed into his chest. 

"I slept with Deshawn." I say, my voice cracking. I feel his hold on me stiffen. I feel his arms fall away. 

"What?" he says , stepping back. 

"I slept with Daniel from the club too." I say backing up. 

He doesnt look angry. He doesnt look...anything. Other than shocked. 

I wipe my cheeks and grab my bags, smashing the elevator button again. 

"Im sorry" I say not even looking at him. 

"I don't know why...or what's gotten into me...and....you dont deserve to be cheated on...you've been perfect to me. I'm sorry" I say.

"I slept with Stella." he says. 

My throat tightens. Because, of course he did. Why wouldn't this get more fucked up. I feel rage boil inside of me, I clutch the bags. 

I scoff with a laugh. 

"Guess we're even" I sniffle as the elevator door opens. I throw my bags into the elevator , he stands there watching me.

Part of me wanting to march back into the apartment and tell Deshawn to stop apologizing to Stella. But I don't. 

I make a face of disgust at Jack as he helps me load my trash bags into the elevator.

"Don't" I snatch the bags from him. 

"You've done enough" I hiss and scowl at him.

He laughs. 

"You're mad at me?" he says.

"NO JACK. i'M THRILLED YOU SLEPT WITH MY ROOMATE" I snap and slam the elevator button to close, but he slaps the doors back open and steps inside.

"You slept with two different guys, and you're mad at ME?" he asks. 

Three. I think to myself. Your father too. But I don't lay that on him. Because even though he's a cheater too, it's up to Kash to drop that bomb. Not me. 

The elevator dings. Jake picks up several of the bags, dragging them and I let him. I pick up the others, dragging as well. Grunting as we pull them outside the apartment building and to the parking lot. 

"How many times have you fucked her?" I ask as we get to my car. I unlock my trunk. 

"Don't know." he says.

I scoff. 

"How many times have you fucked Deshawn and Daniel?" he asks.

"Twice." I say. He lifts the bags into my trunk.

"When did you start sleeping with Stella?" I ask. 

"Before we started dating." he says. 

My jaw drops.

He clears his throat. 

"God, I'm a fucking idiot" I shake my head and start to cry. It's what I deserve. Doesnt matter that I didnt know about it before cheating, I cheated too. And in way worse ways than he had. 

"Now that, that's out of the way....why don't we go get something to eat?" he says.

I look at him my face screwed, my eyes glaring. "Are you fucking high?! why would I want to go anywhere with you!?" I say.

He shrugs. "Where else are you gonna go Tate?" 

"I'll figure it out" I snap and walk to my drivers door and go to open it but Jack grabs my arm and I pull it away. 

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yell and slap him across his face. 

He rubs his face and looks at me. 

"I'm sure if you talk to Stella-"he says.

"Oh fuck off! You think I want to stay there?!" I yell and pull open my door.

"Do me a favor Jack....and go fuck yourself" I say getting into my car and slamming the door. 

He jumps from behind the car when I rec my engine, then I reverse out of the parking spot. 

I call Daniel. No answer. I call Faith from the club, because I know she's single, lives alone and might let me crash for a few nights.

I wait, neither of them calls me back. 

I sniffle. And then I dial HIS number.

----

Kash

I answer my cellphone, turning on the bedside table lamp.

"Hello?" I wince, my voice groggy from sleep.

"Kash?" I hear her tiny voice. It's not full of sass, disdain for me, or the little attitude she normally carries in it. It sounds, heartbreakingly small, and vulnerable. 

I look at the phone to make sure it's her, then put it back to my ear.

"Tatum?" I ask. 

"Yea" she sniffles.

"What's wrong, where are you?" I ask, sitting up in bed, hearing her sniffles. "What's happened?" 

"I'm driving." she sniffles. "Can I....Can I come over?"

I'm confused as to why she would want to come to my house of all places when she sounds upset, doesn't she have friends to call? Her roommates? My son?

"Yes." I say. "Are you okay to drive? Let me come get you, where are you?" I ask as I hold the phone to my ear against my shoulder, walking to my closet, pulling out a shirt and pants. 

"I'm fine. I'll be there soon." she sniffs, hanging up. 

"Tatum!" I say even though I've already heard the call end. 

"Damnit" I say and try to call her back, no answer, no answer. 

I go downstairs. And I wait outside for her.