EroticReverie

When I get back in, I have Cade help me find whoever is in charge of the music, and I beg them to play Paramore, and I request Misery Business, cause I know that's the one everyone will know. 

When the next song ends I stand right by the speakers with Cade, and hold his hands as I yell the words while jumping and shaking my head, and he laughs, when I stumble slightly, my hair falling out. I grab the ponytail holder and pull it out, letting my hair tumble down as my drunk ass pretends I'm fucking Hayley from Paramore , holding an invisible microphone, as more people come near the speaker and join in on my impromptu concert. We all jump on our feet as we scream the words, and it's really helping me forget the sexual frustration Asher gave me on the side of the barn. 

I hate that when the songs ends and another starts, that I catch Asher with Birdie up against him, her back to his chest, and his hands are on her stomach holding her to him, leaning down and nudging her neck and ear, whispering to her as she giggles and bites her lip. 

I blow out a breath. "What a dick." I say to myself. 

I wait till a girl comes up to Cade, till I ditch him and go looking for Shane the guy I met earlier. 

"Hey pretty girl." A guy says to me as I look around. 

"What are you looking for?" he asks. 

I look to the guy, and look around once more for Shane. 

This guy is tall and skinny, but tattooed, and wears silver rings just like fricken Asher. His hair isn't long, and he doesn't have those damn blue eyes all the boys have, but I grab his hand, and pull him.

He laughs and he follows me. I take him to the back of the barn and up a set of steps to  the loft. 

"Where are we going?" he laughs. I drop his hand, turning around and grabbing him, and I kiss the stranger on his mouth, feeling his pierced lip against my mouth and groan. I let my tongue pass over it, as he grabs me and pushes back further and it's literally only hay, and it's stacked up like a wall along the side of the loft that should look out onto the party. As my feet move back  along the middle of the loft. I giggle and pull at the guys shirt, and lift it. 

"Damn girl" he groans , letting me lift his shirt. 

"Take your pants off" I say and his eyes widen and I grin and giggle and I unbuckle the black belt around the dress and let it fall, along with my purse, and then lift my dress. 

His eyes widen, and without protest, he undoes his belt, and jeans and I lick my lips and reach out to help him and I look around on the loft, realizing there are blankets laid down, that perhaps we've taken someone's spot, either already used, or preused. But I don't care and I grab the guy and pull on his shoulders to lay me down on the fucking blanket. 

"Holy shit" he groans as grinds into me in his boxers. 

"Take your boxers off" I groan and push down at them and use my feet to push them down his legs. 

"Fuck" I moan as he leans down as he pushes them and kisses my collar bone with a grunt. 

I reach my arm out feeling around for my purse. 

"Oh my god." I squeal as his hard cock nudges against my panties and pushes into me through them. "Fuck, fuck" I grab my purse,, flipping it open. I grab the metal packet and lift them. 

"Here" I say and tear one from the strip.

"fuck " he groans and I squirm out of my panties quickly as he slides the condom on and then hovers over me. 

I grab his hips as he nudges against my pussy, I arch my back when I feel him try to push in, stopping when he realizes it hurts. 

"That ok?" he groans. I nod. "Yeah, just...been awhile. I'm fine."

He groans and sinks in slowly as I pull him all the way into me. 

"oh fuck" I cry out and he pants and hovers, and thrusts slowly.

"holy...fuck" he groans and I whimper, my legs around him as the scent of his cologne and beer breath fills my nostrils. 

"you're so fucking hot" he groans. I moan. 

"So are you" I grab his face and kiss his pierced mouth and gently nibble his lip near his lip ring.

He grins and thrusts harder. I yelp and arch my back. Knowing that music will drown us out from anyone hearing, I dont bother to keep quiet, but I also am not too drunk that I don't know I can't scream or be too loud. 

"oh fuck, that's good...like that...fuck me like that" I whine and buck my hips as he thrusts. I gasp and slide my hands up his back and drag my nails down his back. He groans into my ear. 

"Fuck me harder" I moan, and he does and I feel my cunt dripping with arousal as the guy, whose name I don't even know, unknowingly helps me try to cure my need for Asher, West and Cade. 

"you're so tight" he grunts. 

"Mmm" I moan. "Let me ride you." I moan and he groans and rolls over, pushing me up so I'm sitting up . 

"Hell yea" he groans. 

I reach behind me, and unclasp my bra, not in a sexy manner at all considering I'm a bit too tipsy to get it on the first try, but when I do whip it off. 

The stranger groans , sits up, pulling me to him, lifting me and sinking his mouth onto my tits. I moan and rock in his lap , after he's had his moment with my nipples and piercings, I push him back to the floor of the loft and against the blanket and start to ride him. 

"Oh shit" I yelp as I bounce on his cock and can hear even through the music, the slap of our skin and I roll my hips with him fully inside of me, and he groans. 

"Fuck , you're sexy" he groans and grabs me, pulling me down, pushing his fingers into my hair and kissing my mouth as I ride him, and our mouths break apart. 

"mmmmmm" I moan as I grind on his cock, grinding my clit and panting. 

I don't stop until I'm close to cumming. 

"God, make me cum, please" I whimper. 

"yeah baby, fuck" he grips my hips and thrusts up hard into me making me moan loudly and I let out a tiny scream, and I don't stop even as we can feel the vibrations of foot steps coming up the stairs. 

"I'm cumming! don't stop!" I squeak when he pauses, and he doesn't stop even as the foot steps come higher and closer. I gasp and fall apart and I shake , my legs trembling as I buck my hips , my hands on his chest. 

"ARe you fucking kidding me Ricky?!" a girl squeals from behind me. I whip my head over my shoulder, still panting. My eyes going wide, when I realize it's Britney, the girl I shared beers with and danced with. 

"Shit!" I jump off the guy, who name is apparently Ricky and is apparently involved with Britney.  Way to go Ari, I reprimand myself I snatch my dress as Britney turns and bolts from the loft and back down the stairs. 

I scramble to put my panties and bra back on, and the guy scrambles too, going much faster and getting his pants on, leaving his belt, and throws his shirt on as he leaves me still putting on my bra and panties, which..is fine. Cause...I don't want his excuses. What a dick. And there goes the only friend I made tonight. 

I slip my dress back on, and put my belt back on and then walk , partially sobered up after that bit of drama, and as I come down the steps, I realize almost everyone is looking at me. 

Girls give disgusted faces, or laugh slightly , the guys are smirking, or looking me up and down. And I realize they probably saw Britney running down the stairs with that guy, her boyfriend or whatever chasing her. 

I might as well have homewrecker tattooed on my head. 

"Let's go." A gruff voice comes from behind me grabbing my arm. 

Asher. 

"Ow." I say , this time his grip does hurt as he pulls me like a child through the party.

"I didnt know it was her boyfriend!" I  defend myself to Asher whos nostrils are flaring and his face is red and he looks around 

"West. Cade" his voice booms, catching the boys attention. 

"Time to go" he snarls and I whine. 

"I don't want to go yet" I whine. Even though, I really do, I just don't like Asher deciding everything. 

"Too bad. " he snaps and glares down at me, actually making me shrink back. 

I don't realize until I'm pushed into the back seat of the car by Asher, that Birdie is with us. 

I fight back my tears of embarrassment at what happened in there.

"Stay with her. " Asher says, Birdie nods and he slams the door. 

"I wouldnt...I didnt know it was her boyfriend.." I sniffle and wipe my cheeks. 

"It's not your fault. Ricky is a fucking douche bag, and Britney knows it and has given him too many chances already.  Not your fault babe." Birdie says and pulls me in, letting me lean on her shoulder. 

"I don't want Britney to be mad at me." I sniffle. 

"I'll explain things to her for you. She knows Ricky is a dick. It's not news." Birdie says and she strokes my hair. 

"Why are we sitting in the car?" I ask and wipe my cheeks. "Where did they go?" I say referring to Asher, Cade and West. 

"Umm, probably to find Ricky and kick his ass." Birdie says. 

"What?!" I say. 

She nods. "A. He's a cheating prick. B. You were drunk....and that shit doesn't fly with those boys." she says. 

"To be fair, I came onto him, he didnt even.." I say

"Doesnt matter" she cuts me off. 

"They won't like break his legs, just rough him up, maybe a black eye or something," Birdie says and shrugs. 

I hold my face in my hands and I jump when I see through the windshield the boys with Ricky, holding him. Asher and West hold him while Cade punches him, in the stomach and the face, twice in the face. Four times in the gut. I flinch at every single one. 

Asher and West drop him, the each give him a swift kick. I actually scream. But they don't get "Carried away" and then leave him on the ground to hold his stomach and roll around in pain as Asher nods to the guys as he walks back to the car and gets in. 

He starts up the car. 

Without a word he peels out, jerking me and Birdie back in our seat. 

"What about West and Cade?" I ask my voice trembling, unsure if I should even speak to him. 

"The girls are driving them back up." he says with a growl. 

"What girls?" I ask. 

"Their squirrels." He says smugly, as if it hurts my feelings to know they're all bringing girls home. And he's right , it does. 

"Quit calling them that...if I ever hear you call me a fucking squirrel" Birdie warns him. 

Asher gives her a little laugh. 

"I've never called you a squirrel babe" he says and hearing him call her babe makes my lips tighten. 

I don't know when I passed out on the way back. 

But I wake slightly when two huge arms are carrying me. I blink my eyes open and am in the dark of my new room. I blink at the window wall as the voice of the person holding me whispers. 

"just pull the covers back for me" Asher whispers. "then go to my room, I'll be right in." he whispers. 

I hear the covers be pulled back and hear Birdie whisper something as her feet pad out of the room and down the hall towards Asher's room. 

I make a slight sound as Asher sets me down and puts my head on the pillows, and I blink my eyes in the dark, and he doesnt even realize I'm awake as he starts to pull the covers up. 

"Ash" I murmur his name and he stops and looks at me. 

"What?" he whispers. 

"I'm sorry...don't be mad at me. "I slightly whimper. 

He sighs. "Just get some sleep Ari" he whispers and starts to pull up the covers.

"I can't sleep in this." I squirm slightly.

He sighs and whispers. "Okay, what do you want me to grab for you?" 

"Just, take it off" I say. My hand flopping to my belt, trying to undo it. 

He sighs, but he helps me. 

He undoes the belt, and helps me get my dress off. He pulls of my panties for me, and then helps me take off my bra. 

He does it as if I'm a patient in a hospital, all serious, and not sexual at all. 

"Ash" I say his name as I flop back to bed. 

"What?" he whispers as he lifts my covers up over me. 

"Can you lay with me?" I ask. 

"No." he whispers.

"Please." I whisper back, and i must sound pathetic enough cause he sighs. 

"For a minute." he says and lays beside me, over the blankets, leaving me underneath. I turn onto my side. My back to him. 

"hold me" I say quietly, , and for some reason I find myself on the verge of tears, whether it's the alcohol, or just tired of feeling alone, or both. 

But Asher does, he drapes his arm around me, and pulls me to him, and holds me tightly. I feel his lips kiss my head.

"Go to sleep Ari." he whispers. 

"Promise you're not mad at me?" my voice squeaks. 

"go to sleep princess" he whispers. not answering me. 

"Ash?" I say a few seconds later. He sighs. 

"Yea?" he answers quietly. 

I wiggle and turn over and look at him. I reach up and put my hand on his ridiculously gorgeous face. 

"I know you're mad at me....but thanks for being nice to me anyways." I say. And even in my tipsy/drunk stupor I catch the slight upturn of his lips. 

"You're welcome." he whispers. 

"Are you going to have sex with Birdie?" I ask. 

"Yes." he whispers. 

I give a nod. "Ok." 

"Do you like her?" I ask. 

"As a friend. yes." he answers. 

"she's nice." I say, both of us still whispering. 

He smiles. "She is." he agrees. 

"I like her." I say. 

"She likes you too." he says and I sigh. 

"What's wrong?" he whispers.

"I really wish you'd kiss me right now." I say, and feel him laugh slightly and then he grabs my chin. 

"If I do, will you go to sleep?" he whispers.

I nod. 

And I do. After Asher presses his soft, sober lips to mine gently, his hand holding my face lightly, his thumb stroking my cheek as he pulls back, and then comes in again, placing a short, feather light kiss on my lips, I close my eyes, and he kisses my nose, then my forehead. And I fall asleep.