EroticReverie

Annalise James

"Looking good Annalise" I hear him say loudly behind me, and before I even turn around I know who it is. Because there is  only one male on campus that ever calls me by my full name. Everyone else calls me Anna. 

The girls I'm standing with at the party all make little smirks, and hide behind their red solo cups grinning, and I can feel him moving closer as I hesitate, and consider even acknowledging him. 

"Hey ladies." he says greeting the group of girls that I'm standing with at the party. Everyone is decked in red white and blue for the fourth of July party. I'm wearing a red bikini with white polka dots, and short blue jean shorts. 

"hey Sons" Lizzy one of my close friends says with a little smile. The other girls we're with greet him too.  I decide not to.  Lizzy nudges me as if her coaxing will work after years of trying to get me to give into the panty dropping powers of Malcom Miller.  Sons is the nickname he picked up in highschool, because once the boy sprouted to 6'2" and started putting on muscle he looked strikingly and annoyingly similar to Charlie Hunam from Sons of Anarchy. He fucking loved the nickname. 

"What are you drinking?" he asks me , stepping closer to my side and I can see him peeking down into my red solo cup.  I snatch it from his view, and turn my body slightly and look up at him narrowing my eyes with annoyance.  And it's really, really fucking hard to pretend I don't want to jump his bones like every other girl here when I see his little fucking dimple grin and those pefect white teeth flash just a little bit through the smirk. 

"Why you looking for someone to roofie Miller?" I say, still staring him down in those fucking eyes of his. One blue, and one more green, with a little bit of brown. God, I hate his beautiful face so much. 

He cocks a brow. "Not my style. Plus.." he smirks and licks his lips. "we both know all the girls I've been with, have come to me willingly." he says. 

My nostrils flare. Because I fucking remember alright. 

"Chalk it up to temporary insanity on my part." I shrug and turn away to hear him chuckle slightly. 

Malcom and I dated when he was a Senior and I was a Junior in highschool. It was only for half the year, but I had fallen fucking hard for him, and I cried the entire fucking summer after he graduated, because he was going off to college, and had laid it on me that he didn't want long distance. 

To be fair. Neither did I. While it's all cute and shit in the movies, we were young, still are. Only a few years older now, and even now I'm not sure I'd want the hassle of it. But Malcom came back this past semester to go to college closer to home, and was now going where a good portion of our high school graduating class went.  

When Malcom came back, he called me a week later. I ignored the number that I still had saved into my phone. When he texted, I'd pretended I didn't know who it was. He'd been trying to get me to "hang out". He "missed me".     

I wanted to hang out with him alright, I wanted to slap him across his stupid fucking pretty face and then kiss the shit out of it and ride him hard like one of those damn mechanical bulls.  

Malcom was only the second guy I'd slept with when we dated in highschool. But three years later, and a few years of college life, I was pretty confident I could fuck the shit out of Malcom and make him regret the day he ever dumped my ass to chase college tail.  But I didnt want to give him the satisfaction of having me ever again. 

Like I said, the guy broke my heart. Shattered it. Malcom Miller, did shit that only guys in the movies do. Shit that ruins any other other guy you come across. 

Looking at his mouth, I let myself remember the way he spent an hour one night, placing soft kisses all over my body, all while telling me all the things he loved about me. Fucking asshole. 

"Wanna chicken fight ?" He asks, nudging me and gesturing to the sets of people in the large pool already chicken fighting. 

I look at him and roll my eyes. "no." I say flatly and my friend Lizzy just smiles and shakes her head, because she knows better than anyone, the fucking torch I carry for Malcom Miller. 

"Why not, you always used to enjoy the time I spent between your legs." He says and I turn and scoff at him. 

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I give a bitchy little smirk. 

"Ever wonder what percentage of females fake their orgasms?" I say and give him a sarcastic pat on the shoulder.

"Look it up, google that shit Malcom...should put things into perspective for you." I say and shrug and keep walking, away from him, away from the girls, cause clearly nobody except for me knows what a bad idea it is for me to be near him for too long. 

I go to fill my drink again, and let a guy near the keg fill it for me, thanking him and turning around to smack right into the hard tan chest of Malcom, my beer sloshing over the edges and onto his chest.

"Jesus Malcom!" I say and step back, shaking my hand , switching the cup to the other and shaking that one too. 

"Watch where you're going." I snap and scoff as I feel the trickle of beer down my chest and stomach.

"I was, that's the problem...your ass distracted me." he says and I look up and narrow my eyes.

"What is your problem? Have I not been clear enough?" I ask.

"How many times do I need to reject you, for you to take a fucking hint?" I scowl.. 

But he only gives me the same dimpled grin he always does. 

"Oh you've made it clear...that you're in denial." he says. 

I heave an irritated sigh. "what the hell is wrong with you?" 

He smiles and then steps forward and his smile softens and his eyes look down at me, and for a few seconds I forget that to live on earth, it requires one to fucking breathe. 

"Come on Annalise...you're my girl." he says softly and reaches a hand up and I shake my head, and step away. 

"I am NOT your girl, haven't been for years, get over it. YOU dumped ME." I tell him. And thank god my voice doesn't crack because I feel weak, and feel a lump in my throat admitting that I'm not his anymore out loud. It still fucking stings. 

"you know I missed you. I missed you every fucking second." he says. 

I squint at him. "You're a bastard." I say and turn and walk as fast and as far as I can from Malcom Miller, before I let my dumbass believe his bullshit.

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Malcom Miller

Annalise James is the one that got away. No doubt in my mind. It's only been three years, and I've done the college thing. Fucked my way through dozens of girls that weren't her. And she's done the college thing too. Both of us needed that. I firmly believe it.  We were too intense.  I loved her too much. I was 18 and a fucking pussy about what I felt for her. 

I let my guy friends convince me it wouldn't last anyways, that I needed to have the college experience. Which, I really agree was probably for the best. But, I spent every god damn night, wishing I could call her. I even tried to. She never answered my calls. 

That was one thing I loved about her, but hated when I wanted to speak to her. She was strong. It wasn't even being stubborn, it was her protecting herself from me. I can't say I blame her. There was absolutely nothing wrong with our relationship when I broke things off. I was just stupid , scared, and selfish. 

I hated seeing her post pics at parties with random guys hanging all over her, their arms around her shoulder, holding her to them, or kissing her cheek, or their hands on her waist as they wrapped their arms around her. 

I drowned myself in lots of alcohol and pussy to try and forget her when I gave up six months after leaving her behind. I'd tried several times a week to call or text. To let her know I missed her. Never once did she crack.  So I decided I had to try to move on.

But when I came back 6 months ago, I knew I hadn't moved on, because the second I fucking saw her, my dick , my heart, my brain, every god damn part of me was drawn to her still. 

I feel the chemistry there still, I feel the way we're still drawn to each other, whether she admits to it or not. It's still there. I know it is. I see it in the way she looks at me, her eyes betray her, even when she tries to look menacing, or angry. 

Her pupils dilate, and those green eyes get even darker when she looks at me. The way they always did when I'd look into them when we were together.  And I've never seen them do that with anyone else. Back then, or now. 

"Annalise" I say following her, as she makes her way from me, pushing through people and then breaks into a light jog when she knows I'm following her. 

I sigh and pick up my pace and then break into a run so I can pass her, and then she turns back the way we came as we reach the front of the persons house throwing the party. 

"Annalise!" I say frustrated and then reach out as I jog forward and grab her arm as gently as possible. 

When she whips around, I'm smirking, but I feel my face fall when I see her lips are tightened and a single tear is falling from her pretty eyes.  It's a punch in the gut. 

I knew she was mad at me. I knew she still held a grudge for the way I ended things. I knew I'd fucking hurt her. But I didn't know it still hurt her, like this. 

I don't know what to say , I'm just frozen as she looks up at me. 

"Fuck!" She curses and more tears fall and she tosses her beer cup to the ground and swipes them away angrily. 

"What?!" She yells. "What do you want Malcom?!" she ask angrily. 

"Do you want me to spread my legs for you?" She asks and pushes at my chest. I let her. I don't say anything as she pushes me again.

"Huh?! Is that what you want?!" She almost screams and then her hands slaps my chest. 

"Fuck you Malcom!" she yells. 

"You broke my heart, and you come back....." she grits her teeth, and I've never seen her angry like this. 

"You come back, and what? Wanna pick up where we left off?" She laughs , throwing her head back. But it's an angry laugh, not the one I imagined when I closed my eyes at night. 

"I don't want you!" She yells and it feels like someone is twisting my heart in my chest. Because for the first time, I realize that maybe she really doesn't still feel what's between us. Maybe I fucked her up too much for her to reconsider the possibility of us. 

"I hate you!" she cries.

Her face tightens and she stares at me even more angrily as I stand there silent. 

"Say something you fucking asshole!" she says and shoves me again.  But I still don't have words for her, nothing that can fix what I've damaged inside her. 

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Annalise James

God I fucking hate crying when I'm angry, because then I get even more angry for feeling so weak. 

He says nothing, staring at me like a fucking beautiful idiot. 

" I hate you so mu-" 

Malcom's hands are on my face and up into my hair as he leans down and crashes his mouth to mine. 

Pushing me up against the side of the house, and my eyes widen a moment. Then my lips part , because they know his lips, they've missed his lips. His open mouth kiss, slips the slightest of tongue and I let out a pathetic whimper and then push at his chest, and turn my face. 

I turn back and glower at him. 

"How dare y-"

Again my mouth is stolen and his hands slide from my hair to my neck, where his thumbs push up my chin and angle my mouth up towards him as he sweeps his tongue across my  lips and my own reaches out, my mouth not obeying my mind, but instead following my heart. The heart that never stopped loving or needing Malcom Miller. 

I feel my body buzz with the feeling he gave me everyday for those six months that we were together in high school. My hands stop pushing and instead, I dumbly slip them up into his long blonde hair and tug. I pull it hard, angrily and he lets out a groan into my mouth, as he fights against the tug of my hands. 

For a second his mouth parts from mine, and our eyes dart all over each others faces. We search each others eyes, and then observe our mouths, both of us panting, and then our mouths crash together again.

I gasp when his mouth leaves mine, his hands sliding from my neck, to my shoulders and then dropping down and landing on my waist as he kisses at my neck. 

His lips are still the same warm soft pillows I remember, full and laying unspoken promises on my skin.  I feel my nipples tighten in reaction to his hands slipping  up and down my sides , his thumbs swiping , his fingertips digging gently as he grips me and pulls me to him hard as he also presses into me harder. 

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Malcom Miller

Fuck. She tastes good. Her sweet fucking mouth on mine again, and I can't stop letting my hands stroke the soft skin of her sides as I kiss her slender neck, the scent of her hair in my nose as I kiss up to her ear, both of us panting heavy.

"I want you Annalise" I whisper. 

She lets out a groan and before she can answer I claim her mouth and lift her, and I carry her to the front of the house and into the persons garage. 

Her legs are around my waist , but they loosen as I set her down and then let my hands resume touching her. 

"You're so fucking soft" I say as my hands slip up her back. 

Most females are soft, but Annalise has the softest fucking skin I've ever touched. 

She moans into my mouth as I kiss her, my tongue finding hers again and I let my hands slip up and find the string of her bikini, I pull the string around her neck, while the other hand pulls at the one around her back. I say a prayer that she won't stop and she doesn't as I feel the fabric loosen, and I pull it away, and then pull her to me without even looking down to see her tits.  I've missed them, the sight of them, but I miss them against me more. 

I groan when I feel her hard nipples drag on my chest as she pushes up on her tip toes and climbs back onto me. 

I groan into her mouth and carry her to the car in the garage, not even sure whose house were at or whose car it is, but I sit her on the hood and lay her back.

She breathes heavily as I lift up and look down, my cock growing even harder at the sight of her topless. 

She squirms under the attention of my eyes. Her nipples tweaked with arousal as I look at her and then up at her eyes.  She still breathes heavy as she looks at me. 

"You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Annalise....nobody compares....not even close" I shake my head in pure awe of her. 

"Mal.." she breathes out and I groan hearing my nickname on her lips, one only she's allowed to call me. I hate it when anyone else tries to use it. 

"You're so beautiful" I say again and lean down and kiss her, one hand sliding under the curve of her back as I lean over her, the other in her hair, my elbow on the hood of the car.

"I missed you so much Annalise." I whisper on her lips and then drop my mouth to her collar bone and then down between her breasts. Her chest heaves upward and I look at the peaks of her breasts, at the nipples I used to suck daily, nipples that reacted so easily to my simple touches, nipples I imagined whenever I tugged another girls between my teeth. 

I turn my head and let my tongue lick over the pebbled skin and listen to her inhale and then let out a tiny moan as I flick my tongue over it and around it and then suck it into my mouth gently. 

"Mal" she heaves a breath again and squirms on the hood of the car. 

"baby girl" I murmur. She whimpers. 

"I need you" she whimpers. 

"please" whispers. 

"I don't have a condom" I tell her and she shakes her head and I groan.

"I want you just like before." she whispers. 

I curse quietly and she reaches down and unzips and unbuttons her shorts and I push up slightly and push down my shorts, then help her pull off her jean shorts. 

"you still on the pill?" I ask as I grab her hips, pulling her towards me slightly lower on the hood. 

She nods and I exhale and lift my hand to my mouth to wet my cock. She grabs my hand and shakes her head. 

"Don't need it." she says quietly and then with her other hand reaches for my cock and then slides her own bikini bottoms aside and then guides me to her. 

I feel my tip against her, and groan as I push against her, into her. 

My eyes roll back a moment at the heaven waiting between her legs. 

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Annalise James

Will I regret this? Probably. Years of staying strong, down the drain. But I'm too fucking dick drunk to care as Malcom slides into me. 

I'm incredibly wet, and can't remember the last time I'd been this ready. 

It's been a few months since the last time I had sex, so Malcom's cock has only the resistance of my walls needing to be stretched when he slips into me. 

"Mal" I whimper when he sinks every inch into me on the first slow thrust. 

He fills me slow, and nice, and so so good.  My eyes flutter as I exhale and let myself remember that this is how it felt, this is how it always felt with Mal. 

I wasn't even experienced then, but nothing had ever compared to what it felt like to have Malcom inside of me. 

"still so tight" he groans quietly. 

I arch my back as he gives me a second thrust and I reach down as I spread my legs wide, welcoming his next thrust to go even deeper, and I hold onto his hips as he braces himself , hands on the hood of some strangers car. 

"so wet baby girl" he whispers and looks at me. 

"so fucking wet for me" he says and I greedily pull him deeper and wince when it hits a spot so far inside me that I feel it in my stomach. 

He groans as he watches my jaw drop as he hits the spot again and I let out a long groan as I arch my back hard, and he continues to hit me just as deep every time. 

His thrusts aren't hurried, but they're hard, they're deep, and they're slowly fucking away all the walls I built to keep this man from ruining me again. 

My walls clench when I think of how much I love him still, how he's still mine, how good we still are together, at least like this, mostly naked and as close as we can be physically. 

His length slides in and out, and I can feel myself soaking him, and the hood of the strangers car as my arousal drips down my ass, his balls smacking against me with each thrust. 

When my walls clench he groans and curses and moans my name. 

The sex is good, so fucking good, so hot and what I've needed for so long. 

Malcom fills me, again, and again, each time his thick cock, stretches me open as he makes his way inside, sending me closer and closer to an orgasm that I know will ruin me. 

"baby girl" he groans when I clench again. I whimper. 

"keep saying it" I whisper. 

I was a sucker for the way Malcom's voice sounded when he called me baby girl. I was never one for pet names before him, or after him. But I like when Mal called me "baby girl". It was only sexy when he did it, and it made my walls clench even harder when he growls it for me again. 

"Mal" I cry out quietly.

"Please" I close my eyes. 

"Don't stop" I plead quietly. 

He continues the pace perfectly, with just the right amount of hardness with each thrust, making my breasts lift on my chest , my entire body jerking upward with each thrust, and I feel my back and ass slip across the smooth surface of the car's hood.

"I want you hard." He groans. 

I nod. 

He growls and lifts up and grabs my hips and I gasp when Mal starts to fuck me harder. 

"oh god" I cry out and hold back my louder screams I feel stuck in my throat as his cock lays into me harder, and faster, the smacking sounds of our bodies filling the garage, the party, background noise as Mal takes me in a way he never has. 

Mal was careful with me when we dated, our sex was soft, and only just hard enough to deliver the slightest bits of pain.  But this, this was more, this was more than I knew I could ever feel. 

The pain was more, but so was what I felt. 

And I don't mean what I felt between my legs, but everywhere, and in my feelings.  It felt like I was being claimed again, that my body was handing itself over to the only guy that knew how to take care of it.

"Annalise" he groans my name as his cock thrusts into me, over and over and I whimper. 

"god that's so good" I whimper and arch my back, my hands on his wrists as he holds my hips still. 

"you feel so good" I cry out. 

"so fucking good" I whimper, hating how fucking overwhelming it feels, my emotions heightened and I feel like I might fucking cry. Oh god. I think , don't fucking cry Annalise. 

"your pussy is so fucking good baby girl..just like i remember...never forgot how good you felt" he groans as he thrusts and his words slip into my ears, and down through my body and to my cunt that pulses as I cum. 

"Am I making you cum baby girl?" he groans, knowing that he is, the question more of a sexy little taunt. 

"Am I making you cum on my dick?" he groans and I cry out as my nails digs into his wrists as I grip them, my hips jerking as they tremble , my legs shaking as I cry out as my orgasm peaks and then crashes down. I scream out and he groans loudly. 

"fuck my cock missed you" he groans. "missed you so fucking bad" 

I already feel the slight regret , the mistake of what I've done as I start to come down, while Malcom still thrusts. 

I let out a little moan as he keeps going. 

"i love you so fucking much baby girl" he groans. 

My eyes widen and I look at him. 

"I do." he says, sensing my fear, sensing that I want to tell him to shut up. 

"Never stopped." he groans. 

"not for a fucking second" he says and looks down to his cock fucking me, his head hanging. 

"I want to cum inside you Annalise" he says lifting his head. 

"I miss cumming inside your perfect pussy" he groans and I bite my lips and lift my hands to his face as he looks at me, bracing his hands on the sides of me again. 

"i love you so much" he groans. 

"You're my baby girl" he says and I feel my wall clench still and I whimper and he groans. 

"Tell me baby....tell me you still love me...that you're mine" he groans. 

I blink up at him and shake my head slightly. "Mal..." I say and he heaves a heavy sigh and looks back down at his cock fucking me. 

"fuck" he grunts and thrusts harder, I yelp.

"Mal" I yelp , and he thrusts violently and I feel like I'm being punished for not saying it back. But I don't stop him. Let him hurt me, he's already done his worst when he left me. 

Let him hurt now. I think as he grunts and tries to cum, cursing. 

"Annalise" he grunts and lifts his head. 

"Please baby" he jaw tenses. 

"I just need to hear it." he grunts. 

I shake my head slightly looking at him. 

He groans and then closes his eyes, focusing. I just watch him above me as his body moves, his hips thrusting into me. 

"I know you do" he says without looking at me. 

"I feel you baby girl....everywhere" he says and I feel the prick of tears in my eyes. 

"you love me too..." he says, convincing himself. 

"you're mine." he groans and releases. 

His hips jerk and he lets his cum fill me on a long groan and his head lifts and his mouth parts as he grunts. 

I lay there. I should be moving. I should be doing something other than laying there like a pillow princess on the hood of a car. But, I just find myself wanting it to be over. Wanting to put my clothes back on and run. Run away from this garage. Away from Mal, away from all of the feelings that are crashing down on me right now as my ex boyfriend empties himself into me.