EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Roman Hudson

I lay in bed the rest of the night after getting an earful from Robert about hitting on his sister while she was drunk.  He probably should have kicked my ass, but he didn't. 

I lay in bed jerking myself off to the thought of her body under mine, how her voice sounded when she moaned my name as we kissed. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her, or taken her to her bed, but I wasn't doing anything we both didnt want. 

I think of her soft hair, the dusty rose color, the way it splayed out behind her head when I laid her down. The smell of her, how she always smelled sweet like candy, or marshmallow. 

I was seriously fucking things up her, but I was dumb when it came to Daphne. I've wanted her bad since forever. I had my chance with her moving in with us, and fucked it up with god damned Giselle. 

Then tonight, kissing her. Fuck. Our first kiss shouldnt have been like that, me forcing my mouth to hers until she finally stopped punishing me for screwing my ex the other night. 

But I fuck my fist to feel of her hands in my hair, the needy grabbing of her fingers , how good she felt with her legs wrapped around me, the way she palmed my fucking cock and grabbed it through my pants. 

I needed to make shit right, I needed to fucking fix things, because Daphne Brooks is mine. I know. She knows it. Pretty sure Robert even knows it. But Hunter doesnt seem to know it, and I need to fucking take care of that.  He doesn't deserve someone as soft , as sweet and gorgeous as Daphne. 

I pump my fist angrily as I think about him fucking her, shaking my head, trying to imagine what it would be like with her. I make a mess as I cum thinking about her calling my name while I fuck her. 

--

In the morning , it's the same thing, another jerk off session in the shower, with the thought of Daphne on my mind. 

Daphne Brooks

When I wake up , it's dark and I blink, my head pounding. I groan and close my eyes but then open them again because I'm not in my room. I blink and push up half way and look around. I bring a hand to my head and think as I rub my pounding forehead. 

"hunter?" I call out , my voice groggy and I wince at the pain in my head. 

When I look across the room I see sunlight lining the sides of his curtains and realize it's not still dark out, it's just that Hunter has some serious black out curtains, that I'm thankful for, because my eyes aren't ready for the brightness of the day. 

I grumble and call his name again and then push up, sitting up in his bed. I yawn and then swing my feet over the edge and scoot my ass to the side and look down at myself. Wearing a fucking long night shirt with a cat face on it. 

"Jesus" I mutter and run a hand over my face as I think about what Hunter must have thought seeing me in something so, not sexy. 

when I'm brave enough I open the curtains slightly and let the light come in, wincing as I let my eyes adjust. 

"Hunter?" I call again, but then look at his alarm clock and realize it's 11am, and he's probably at work. I make a mental note to give him a spectacular blow job for not waking me up to make me leave when he went to work, and let my drunk ass sleep. 

I look at the bed and see my phone on his side of the bed on his pillow, so I crawl back onto the bed and pick it up. 

I swipe the screen and smile at my phone seeing his name on it. Along with missed texts from my brother, Roman and a few friends back home. I ignore all of the texts except for Hunter's. 

"Couldnt find any paper to write you a note, then realized it's 2021 and I could just text you. But then realized it'd be cuter to leave a note on paper...so that's in the kitchen if you haven't found it already." 

I smile at my phone as I read the half dozen texts he left. 

"I've decided I now have a fetish for women who wear night shirts with giant ass cat faces on them." 

I groan and laugh at the screen.

"Dick" I mutter to myself. 

"I had a great time with you last night, and want to do it again. Soon. Tonight. No drinking this time though. Because I had to yell at my cock this morning when it begged me to lift that hot night shirt of yours and attack you with my raging boner. And I plan on fucking you. A lot. If you want that. Pretty sure you want that." 

I laugh at my screen and read the next text.

"At work now, really wish I called in so I could witness your hangover...I imagine you're quite the grumpy little brat this morning. Makes my cock hard." 

I just shake my head at my phone with a smile. 

"Text me when you're up. Feel free to stay as long as you'd like, make yourself at home...feel free to snoop or whatever special sneaky spy shit you females like to do. Let me know if there's any red flags. I'll be sure to get rid of them. Talk to you later Kitten." 

I chew my lip as I smile and re read each message about a dozen times. 

I sit up in his bed and get up to go to the bathroom before texting him and walk across his room and open the door. 

I jump and step back at the massive thing in the hallway. 

"Jesus!" I say at the size of his fucking cat. 

A few feet in front of the door lays a giant ass grey cat, who is staring at the door, at me, it's tail flopping, slapping the floor as it looks at me. 

"you must be mittens" I say as the cat licks its chops and then pushes up and sits on it's ass, staring at me, the tail still slapping the floor.

"Ummmm" I say, stepping forward and watch the fat cat raise its back and open it's mouth and hiss. 

I squeak and step back into the room and close the door. 

Skipping texting Hunter I call instead. 

"Kitten." he answers. "Good morning...well afternoon, how ya feelin?" 

"There is a giant grey thing in your hallway that just looked at me like I was it's lunch and then hissed at me!" I whisper into the phone.

Hunter laughs. "You met Mittens." 

"A little warning that Mittens was a 40 lb death trap would have been nice." I say.

"Hey now!" He says in mock offense. 

"Don't body shame my cat." he says. 

"Seriously though...I had to run back into your room, she was about to kick my ass." I tell him and he laughs. 

"Yeah, she doesn't really like anyone but me." he says. 

"will she bite me or scratch me?" I ask.

"Maybe...possibly....probably." he says.

"Gee...thanks for leaving me without any form of defense." I say and he laughs. 

"Maybe she's just scared of the giant cat face on your sleep shirt." he says.

I groan. "Shut up." 

He laughs. "Is it wrong that I want to fuck you in that shirt?" 

I huff. "Quit being a dick." 

"I'm serious...Kitten." he says and I can hear his smirk.

"I bet you are...asshole." I say and he laughs. 

"Come meet me for lunch." he says. 

"I'm trapped in your room!" I yell into the phone and he laughs. 

"Just hiss back at her....just this once I'll allow you to bully her." he says. 

"Where are you going for lunch?" I ask. 

"My office..I'll have the secretary order us food...what would you like?" he asks. 

"Lunch in your office?" I ask. 

"Yes." he says. 

"Do I get bent over the desk Mr. Gibbs?" I ask and he groans. 

"Don't get me hard right now Daphne I have a meeting in ten minutes." he says.

I giggle. "Fine. Text me the address. And I don't care what we have."

He sighs. "Don't be that girl Daphne. Tell me what you want to eat."

"Your cock." I tell him. 

He groans. 

"Every inch of it." I whisper in the phone. 

"Succubus." he groans and I giggle. 

"I'll bring lunch with me." I say. "That deli we passed last night, are they any good?" 

"Yes. Now keep talking about my cock in your mouth." he says and I laugh. 

"Meeting, remember?" I tell him, sitting on his bed laughing. 

"I'm already fucking hard." he groans. 

"Tragic." I say. "See you in a little bit!" I hang up the phone. 

--

I end up doing what Hunter tells me, and give a little hiss to Mittens that sends her scampering down the hall. 

""All talk Mittens, all talk." I shake my head and walk into his bathroom. 

"ooof" I say, thankful that Hunter isn't here right now, because I look like shit. 

After splashing some water on my face and going pee. I walk back into his room. I bite my lip with a grin, as I grab a dress shirt from his closet with an idea. 

---

Once I'm back down in my own apartment, my brother and Roman already at work. I get ready. 

I smile at myself in the mirror. 

I stole a dress shirt from Hunter's closet. I was surprised to find he had a light pink dress shirt in his wardrobe, but I took it. The sleeves were too long, so I have them rolled up to my elbows.  On him it would be a fitted shirt, so it's not extremely loose, but definitely baggy and long. 

I leave the top few buttons undone, and wear a nice white lace bra underneath, with a matching lace panty. I'm wearing a white high waisted pencil skirt and have the bottom of his shirt unbuttoned and tied into a little bow, and white heels on. My hair swept up like a little business woman in a loose chignon. 

My makeup is done, and I have a simple wing liner with mascara on, a little powder and some blush.

I grab my wallet, and my phone, and slip them into a tiny clutch and then make my way to the deli down the street.

I order three different sandwiches, with two bags of plain chips. Grab the brown paper bag and make my way to the subway, and follow the directions that Hunter gave me. 

I make it to the building, and give my name to security along with Hunters name and I'm directed to the 25th floor. 

"I'm here for Mr. Gibbs" I say to the secretary sitting in the little lobby as I get off the elevator. 

"Fuck" I hear a mutter from the side of the room. I see Hunter standing at the end of the hall just coming into the lobby. 

the secretary gestures toward Hunter. 

I smile, sort of blushing as I walk over to Hunter who is looking me up and down. 

"Lunch" I say lifting the brown bag. 

"Uh huh." he says , his eyes focusing on my legs and he licks his lips as I get to him and stand in front of him , he leans forward, hand reaching around to my lower back, and kisses my cheek and then whispers.

"Kitten.." 

"hm?" I hum.

"Is that my shirt?" he asks quietly.

"Uh huh." I answer quietly. and hear a little growl and then he pulls back, nostrils flared. I smirk. 

"My office is this way." he says gesturing down the hall, and I bite my lip as I walk forward and he keeps his hand at my back and I lick my lips as we pass other offices, and can feel the heat pool inside me , because I can fucking feel the tension rolling off him. 

"Right here." he says, his voice dark and low as he opens a door and leads me in. 

I walk in. 

"Wow, this is a really nice off-" I say turning around, the door closing and Hunter grabs my face and his tongue pushes past my lips.

My eyes widen and I giggle, but I then moan as he snatches the brown bag and then drops it to the floor. 

"fuck you, you little succubus." he groans and I laugh as he reaches his hands down and grabs my ass. 

"I'm taking it wearing your shirt had the desired effect?" I cock my brow. 

"you don't play fair Kitten." he says and I giggle as he back me up to his desk. 

"You wanted to be bent over?" he says, jerking me around, so I face his desk and I gasp as his hands come around and grab my breasts in his shirt. 

"yes please" I answer looking over my shoulder. 

He groans. 

"Can you be quiet?" he asks in my ear as his fingers pull down on the zipper at the back of my skirt and I nod. 

"Very, very quiet Kitten." he says. 

I nod. 

"If you get too loud...I'll have to stop.." he says and pushes my skirt down. 

I nod. "Ok" I breathe heavily and then feel his cock push against my ass through his pants. I moan quietly. 

"Already moaning...and I'm not even inside of you Daphne....are you sure?" he asks and I nod. 

"I promise" I say and he groans quietly and I bite my lip in anticipation as I hear the jingle of belt and the zipper of his pants. 

"you wet?" he asks. I nod. 

"How wet are you Kitten?" he asks and I listen to the shuffle of fabric. 

"fucking soaked."  I whisper. 

he groans and his fingers reach down to confirm and he groans. 

"Jesus." he says, his fingers playing in my wetness with my thong pushed to the side, then he grabs my thong and pulls it , and with his other hand, pushes at my entrance. 

"Make sure to stay quiet Daphne...because if you make me stop...I wont be pleased" he groans in warning and it turns me on even more. 

"I will....I will I promise." I whisper.