EroticReverie

*commission*

Lucian listened as Carmen and Anthony came down the stairs a bit later as he sat in the entertainment room playing a video game. 

He heard them walk outside, his jaw ticking, and his hands gripping the controller with more strength than normal. 

A few minutes later he heard the door shut and Carmen walk back in. 

She had a lot of nerve, as she walked into the entertainment room and stood there. Lucian focused on his game, as much as he could with her standing there. He could tell out of the corner of his eye she was wearing shorts and a t shirt. 

"So what, you're just going to ignore me now?" Carmen says, and walks in a few more steps. 

Lucian gives a bored glance to her and then looks back at the screen. 

"Playing a game." he answers flatly. 

Fuck she looked good. Didn't matter than he knew she just had another guy's dick inside her, she looked so fucking good in that loose white crop top and those little jean shorts. His gaze slipped over again as she sat down on the ottoman that was pushed to the side at the end of the couch, and he was currently sitting in the middle. 

She was looking at the tv, when he looked over. She was leaned back on her hands, legs crossed, and that damn poor excuse for a crop top was lifted up enough to give him a glimpse of some underboob. 

He looked away before she looked back, his jaw ticking. 

What a little fucking cock tease he thought, mashing the buttons on the controller , nostrils flaring. 

"Can't you pause it?" she asks, and he can tell her head is turned back and looking at him.

"For what?" he asks gruffly and keeps playing. 

"Ummmmm, cause we should probably talk about last night." she says. And he just shakes his head. 

"Nothing to talk about." he says. 

He hears her annoyed sigh, but keeps playing. 

"Actually, there is, considering you spilled your drunk fucking guts to me" she says. 

"Exactly, I was drunk. Doesn't mean shit. Just forget it." he says. 

"Jeff said th-"

"Fuck what Jeff says. Or you know what...just fuck Jeff . You seemed to want to last night," he says and pushes down hard with his thumbs on a button as he blows a guys head off in the video game. 

"Thought we werent talking about last night?" she says annoyingly, bouncing her leg over the other, cocking her head resting it on her shoulder. 

"We're not." Lucian says. 

"Mhm" Carmen says and keeps watching him, growing irritated that he's not even really looked at her. Why did she care if he looked at her? She felt her nipples tighten when she realized how much she wanted him to look at her. When she realized how much she enjoyed his gaze previously, before she'd lost it. Realizing she subconsciously wanted his eyes on her, whether she knew it or not before today. 

"Loosh." she says quietly and Lucian looks over at her, his bored unaffected facade almost breaking when he looks at the way her big eyes look at him, and when she calls him that, and says it, like that. 

She moves slightly in her seat, her chest lifting as she inhales seeing his eyes go to her chest briefly. Then they flick back to the tv and he doesnt respond and keeps playing. 

"Lucian" she says again. "Please talk to me. I don't want this to be weird between us." she says and he fights looking back at those tits, that fucking stomach and those legs, that fucking face. 

"I'm good. We're good." he says. 

"well I'm not!" she whines. 

Lucian shrugs. "Sounds like a you problem Carmen." 

"why are you being a dick today? You're mad at me because of what YOU said last night? how does that make any sense?!" she says her voice starting to go up.

Lucian whips the controller across the room and flies up out of his seat making Carmen jump. 

"Because! You went and tried to fuck my best friend! YOU are the dick Carmen!" he yells. 

She trembles slightly, her voice shaky as she tries to not let it show that she's scared of him, even though she knows he'd never physically hurt her, she still shakes. He sees it too, but doesn't care. 

"Yes! That was a dick move on my part! Okay?! That's why I wanted to TALK! Not get fucking yelled at!" her voice squeaks at the end, and her eyes water slightly.  Lucian almost cracks, almost apologizes because he absolutely hate when she cries. He's not sure if she's crying from fear or anger, or whatever else, but he refuses to give in, to let her just get away with it. Let her cry he thinks to himself. 

"I don't want to talk. " Lucian growls between gritted teeth. 

"I want you to get the fuck out of my sight Carmen." he says and she pushes up to stand and he pushes her back and she gasps as he pushes her over the ottoman her head falling back onto the couch. Her legs over the edge as he leans over her, leaning down, nostrils flaring and Carmen inhales sharply, trembling still. Setting her jaw trying to remain as tough as she can. 

"What I said last night....was true...every fucking word of it." Lucian says. 

Carmen swallows and she watches Lucian lift up slight and look down, her crop top has ridden up, most of her breasts exposed. She breathes in quick breaths, nervously and feels her thighs squeeze together and her cunt tighten as his eyes stay on them, and he looks at them studying them silently. Then he looks back up at her. 

"But then you went and tried to fuck Jeff.....then you woke up this morning and brought Anthony back here to piss me off." he says. 

"You yelled at me!" she fights back, but her voice is all wrong and cracks. 

"Poor Carmen, got yelled at because she was a slut. Then went and decided to be even more of a slut." Lucian says and her her brows pinch and her mouth gapes as she goes to speak. 

"Then...then you come down here in this fucking top...with your tits hanging out, expecting my attention....well guess what baby....." he says and grinds his knee into her between her thighs and she gasps. 

"After Jeff, after purposely pissing me off this morning with Anthony, and then coming down here like a whore expecting me to forgive you just because you have a set of tits....." Lucian says shaking his head. 

Carmen feels the pressure of his knee and thigh against her cunt, through her jean shorts, and she lifts her hips slightly, unable to keep herself from seeking out the friction even as he reprimands her and degrades her. 

"I wanted you....but not anymore....so liked I said Carmen....there's nothing to fucking talk about." he grits his teeth. 

"You're free to do whatever the fuck you want now. Because I don't give two fucks if you fuck Jeff and every other friend, every other fucking guy in this city." Lucian says.  

"Don't you ever call me a slut again." she grits out a single tear slipping from her eyes. 

"Just cause I have sex with a guy, that's not YOU-"

She gasps when he digs his thigh and knee harder against her and she let's out a breath, losing her train of thought. 

"You're not a slut because you have sex Carmen. You're a slut because you were going to use sex to try to fucking hurt me. But guess what...you did me a fucking favor. So thank you for letting me know just how little you want me or care for me" he says and Carmen blinks. 

"Lucian...I don't not care about y-"

"Shut the fuck up" Lucian groans, feeling his cock grow hard for her, the way her hips can't seem to stop squirming and making her cunt seek his thigh. 

"Do whatever you want Carmen..." he says leaning down, bringing his mouth to hers, and he feels it now, that she wants him, and he should just shut up and stop being a dick and take her right here, right now. It's what he's wanted. But no. Now she get's to know what it feels like to look at someone every fucking day and have your mind and body focus on only them. 

"I don't want you to be mad at me" her voice squeaks. 

"That's too bad" Lucian says, giving her another nudge and she inhales again, and he lifts, bringing his mouth away from hers before he fucks up and kisses her. 

He lifts up and looks down at her as she lays there, breathing heavily looking up at him, her tits still exposed, and they're fucking delicious looking, and making his cock even harder, making his mouth water. 

"Cover yourself up and get the fuck out of my face." he says and walks over the controller on the floor calmly, picking it up and walking back to his seat without another glance at her.