EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

Dahlia was perfect in every way. The first time Jasper had brought her to the house, I couldn't take my eyes off her. 

She had long wavy black hair, her blue eyes were so light blue that they were almost silver. And that shit made my cock hard instantly. 

She was 5'6" and had a great set of full, firm tits, that I'd later learn were perfected even further with her light rosy nipples. She had full lips that were always tinted a cherry red, except for the days she wore black lipstick. 

I can't believe I've last eight full fucking months without fucking her. Because fuck, I wanted to fuck the girls brains out, and fucking ruin her. I've been putting it off because I know the second I sink my cock into that fucking pussy of hers, that there's no coming back. 

She doesn't even fucking know it, but she has me wrapped around her little fucking finger. The only thing I won't give her , is my cock. At least not yet. 

Unlike the others, I don't participate much in the group "Activities" that include Dahlia. When I have her, I like to have her to myself, I like for her to focus on what I'm doing to her, to her body. 

She drives me crazy, because she's a lethal combination of all things sexy and cute, which makes her hot as fucking hell. She's too gorgeous for her own fuckin good. 

Sitting at the table with her and the guys, my phone buzzes and I pick it up to look at who's texting me. 

My cock hardens instantly. Lavinia. My fucking ex. 

"Don't know if you've heard. I'm back in town. I'd like to meet up, and catch up." 

I smirk at the screen. 

Lavinia was as close to a fucking goddess as Dahlia was. We'd dated for a few years in my early twenties, and broke up when she moved to Maine to be with her sick mother. So, shit never ended on bad terms, but I didn't want to do shit long distance and neither did she. When her mother passed, she ended up staying there. That was four years ago. Now she was back. My eyes flick up to Dahlia who is sitting next to Landon and Salem , each of them showering her with their attention and she laughs, throwing her head back. 

Jasper is watching, smiling as he eats his food and I look back to my phone. 

"Tomorrow night. Be here at 8." I reply. 

"Still in the mansion?" she asked. 

I didn't like calling it a mansion. It was a five bedroom 3 and a half bath house. It had brownstone foundation, intricate woodwork on the facade and interiors , a huge wrap around porch, a tower room, multiple fire places, pocket doors between most rooms, and inlaid hardwood floors throughout the entire house. 

"Yes." I reply. 

"Actually." I type. 

"We can catch up tomorrow. But I need you tonight." I reply , boldly, assuming she's single, assuming she's willing to let me have her. 

"I'm yours when you want me Lincoln. Just say the word." she replies. My nostrils flare. 

"Now. Come to me. Now." I say, gripping my phone so fucking hard I might break it. I need to fuck. I need to release the pent up fucking lust I have for Dahlia. I need to cleanse myself of her. Something to take the fucking edge off, before I break my will and bury my cock so fucking hard inside her that she feels it in her fucking throat. 

"Lavinia is coming over. " I announce. 

"Be there in an hour." she replies and I smirk slightly at my phone and lifts my head to find Salem, Jasper and Landon all looking at me and Dahlia looks around, to me, to them. 

"Who is Lavinia?" she asks and lifts her glass of wine still studying the room as her eyes flick between the guys. 

"his ex." Landon says and I watch the glass pause halfway to Dahlia's mouth. 

She lowers it back down. 

"Oh." she says and I can tell it bothers her. But fuck. The other three bring women back here too once in awhile. She even joins them sometimes. I can't help that I'm choosy with who I play with, who I fuck or toy with. 

I've had a few women since Lavinia left, but they were just fucks. But I havent been with anyone since Dahlia arrived. She just wasn't used to seeing me bring a female into the house. 

"how long is she staying?" Dahlia asks and I cock my brow slightly. 

I see her flush slightly. 

"You said after dinner...." she trails off. 

"You have three other men to keep you company. Unless you truly mind." I say and those damn silver eyes lift to me and she shakes her head. 

"no. It's fine." she says quietly and I can tell it bothers her, the others can too. But Dahlia isn't the type to make a scene, and doesn't like letting any of us know when we've hurt her feelings. She likes to appear tough, and easy going, she likes to keep us happy. 

"good then." I say and grab my plate and stand up before the guys give me anymore silent "youre a bastard" looks on her behalf. 

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Landon gives me a lecture on Dahlia's feelings, and I shrug it off. 

"She'll be fine." I say. Reminding him that there's nothing in our arrangement that says I can't fuck an ex. I also remind him that he and the others bring far more pussy home than I do. 

"You havent even fucked her yet man" Landon says. 

"so what?" I say as I run my fingers through my hair and look in the mirror and throw on some cologne. 

"She's getting a fucking complex thinking you don't like her" he says. 

"She's had a complex. Which is no fault of mine, because I make it very clear when she's bound to my fucking bed that I like her, by the fact I need at least two hands to count the fucking orgasms I give to her each time." I growl. 

"You tell her you're gonna take her back upstairs after dinner, then invite Lavinia over, do you know how fucking shitty that is ?" he says and I glare at him. 

"I'm sure you three will have no trouble consoling her with your cocks." I tell him and then walk out of the bathroom. 

I look to the couch that sits in front of one of the large windows. Dahlia is laying on her side, with her head in Salem's lap, and her feet in Jasper's lap. Jasper massages her feet and Salem strokes her hair as they all watch television. 

And I'm supposed to feel guilty that I want to fuck my ex, while the girl has three perfectly fine cock to fill her, or shower her with their affection. 

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Dahlia Raven Blackwell

I don't look at Lincoln when he comes out of the bathroom, and I hate that it bothers me so much. Because it shouldnt. He's allowed to fuck whoever he wants. But, of course my inner monologue is a constant replay of "Why wont he fuck me?" 

There's a knock at the door and I go even more still than I was as he moves from the room we're all sitting in. 

I hear a female voice, quiet and then silence. I swallow a lump in my throat, wondering if he's kissing her, touching her. 

On top of never fucking me, he's never kissed me either. 

"No, later" I hear Lincoln say. 

"Oh stop, it'll take two seconds" I hear the female laugh slightly. 

"Horny pervert" she says quietly, but not quietly enough that we don't hear her right before they round the corner into the room. 

"hi boys!" Lavinia says and then her mouth forms an circular shape as she takes in me laying between Salem and Jasper, and Landon who has taken up sitting on the floor in front of me, and I have my fingers in his hair, combing them through it. 

"Hey Lavinia" they all say in unison.

"Back in town?" Jasper asks. 

Lavinia smiles brightly. She's nothing like me, and honestly, nothing I would picture Lincoln with. Which is shallow, but I just thought he had a type. Or, maybe I was hoping he had one, and that the type would be me. 

Lavinia is almost as tall as Lincoln, and he's six foot two inches. She looks to be about 5'11" the same height as Salem when she stands next to him. 

She has long pin straight blonde hair, and is thin, so fucking slim, with perky little tits that she clearly didn't bother to put into a bra, cause her nipples are greeting the whole damn room too, through her little red tank top. Bitch. No Dahlia. I yell at myself. You have no reason to hate her. Don't be like that. Bitch. My mind chants again. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch! My mind screams when she looks right at me and smiles. 

"Lavinia...this is Dahlia, Dahlia this is Lavinia." Lincoln says and he looks at me, I can feel it, but I still don't look at him. 

I smile, faking it. "Nice to meet you."  I've heard nothing about you until just an hour ago and I've lived here eight months. Is what I want to say. 

"Dahlia lives here as well." Lincoln says. 

"Oh, nice. You must lose your mind with these four." she smiles and god I want to rip each strand of her shiny blonde hair from her little head. 

"Nah. She loves us." Jasper says and rubs my calf. 

"I sure hope she does." Landon says. "She's our girlfriend." 

I see Lavinia's eyes pop. "Oh wow, interesting." she says and she doesn't say it judgingly , and just nods. 

"So how long have the four of you been dating?" she says pointing a finger to all of us on the couch and Landon sitting in front of it. 

"Eight months. And it's the five of us." Landon says, and I can hear the point he's making in his voice. And I look to Lincoln for just a second to see his jaw tick as he looks back at Landon. 

"Oh....oh!" Lavinia says. 

"It's fine. We're all in an open relationship." Lincoln says and I clench my jaw and just stare at the television. 

"Oh" she says sounding relieved and lifts a hand to her chest. 

"Yeah...okay...well reunion is over" Lincoln growls. 

"Let's go." he says and tugs her and she squeaks with a little giggle. 

"Nice to see you boys! And nice to meet you Dahlia!" she calls and I just keep quiet as the boys respond to her. 

We all listen to them make their way through the house and up the creaky old stairs. 

"you alright?" Salem asks quietly and I feel the other boys stares on me. But I just nod and keep looking at the tv.

"yeah" I say and shrug as if it's just fucking peachy that Lincoln just made me feel like shit. 

"wanna make out?" Landon asks, looking over his shoulder with his playful smile and I feel my mouth smile back half heartedly. 

"Not right now." I say and he turns. 

"Don't get sad on us little bird" he says. The three of them like to call me little bird, because my middle name is Raven. 

"I'm not." I say with a smile and then look back to the television. 

Landon sighs. 

"Alright...guess were gonna have to drink about it." he says and the other two perk up. 

"Hell yeah, let's get smashed." Jasper says and I can't help but laugh. 

We all drink, but not a ton, and we don't ever get overly drunk, but fuck. Landon's idea is brilliant. Because I wanna drown my god damn feelings in alcohol.