EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

Maybe I was a bit cruel. But she was being a little smart mouth, and I was giving it back to her. To be fair, she was far more fragile than I was. But, I wanted to play with her. I really didnt expect her to cry that easily. I expected some hot back and forth bullshit. But she yelled a big "fuck you" and ran her drunk ass out of the room. 

After I get my ass chewed out by Jasper and Landon, I go out back, and smoke a cigarette, thinking of Lavinia. then of Dahlia. Then of Lavinia. Then of Dahlia. Then Dahlia. Dahlia. Dahlia. 

I stub my cigarette out with a groan. 

My pretty little girl was right. Lavinia didn't fucking cut it. Sure it felt good to sink my dick into her. Sure it felt nice having her suck my cock. Even if I had a knife on me , cutting into Lavinia, making her bleed for me, it didnt have the same effect that Dahlia's blood did on me. 

Sex with Lavinia was always extreme, we fucked like we hated each other most of the time. And sometimes we fucking did. 

But fuck, I'd be lying if I said just watching Dahlia bleed one single drop for me, didnt get my cock harder than any sex with Lavinia. 

After laying in bed trying to fall asleep and not being able to, I groaned, and debated, and then debated some more. 

At 3am, I finally got out of bed, and went to her room. 

I pulled the covers off her and looked at her just laying there, drunk and sprawled out, her long wavy black hair a mess, all over her face. 

I pushed it back and uncovered her face and I smiled. 

I leaned down and turned her onto her back and then scooped her up out of her bed. 

I carried her to my bedroom, not waking her, and she only stirred slightly, the damn girl slept like the dead, and wasnt gonna be woken now when she was also drunk. 

I put her in my bed and laid her down on her head sinking into the pillow. 

I wanted to touch her, real fucking bad. 

I lifted my hand to her face, passing my thumb over her plump lower lip and leaned down and came so close to kissing her in her sleep, but even her sleep was dangerous, I'd still run the chance of losing myself to this fucking girl completely. 

Fuck Lavinia, I told myself as I watched Dahlia sleep, and let my hand slip over her breasts. 

I rubbed them, then got into bed beside her and kept my hand moving over her. 

"so fucking soft pretty girl" I whispered to her , but really only to myself. 

I let my hand dip down over her stomach, and let my hand slip over to her side and up it, then back down. 

I let my hand slide down between her legs, and I pulled her thigh gently, spreading her slightly, then cupping her pussy as I leaned down and licked her perfect nipple, rolling my tongue over it and sucking gently as I slipped a finger between her pussy lips, sliding it up and down and then into her. 

I groaned to myself, feeling her so fucking warm, and I pumped my finger in and out slowly. 

She stirred slightly and moaned. 

Fuck it. I'd wake her up. 

I let my teeth bite her nipple , and slid a second finger inside of her. 

She whined and I could tell she was awake now cause she gasped slightly and lifted her head in the dark, my room slightly lit by the hallway light, and my door I left open. 

"Lincoln?" she asked sounding confused but also moaning slightly. 

"Yes pretty girl?" I murmured quietly and fucked her slowly with my two fingers and trailed my tongue up her breast and neck to her ear. 

"What are you doing?" she moaned slightly. 

"What's it feel like I'm doing Dahlia?" I ask in her ear, and watch her inhale shakily as my voice fills her ear. 

She moans. 

"What...does it feel...like im doing pretty girl?" I ask again. 

"mmmm...you're fingering me" she moans. 

"that's right" I reply , and kiss softly below her ear. 

"spread your legs wider Dahlia." I whisper. 

Her legs spread apart further and slip my fingers in deep and she moans out. 

"you're so pretty" I whisper and kiss her neck again, over the spot I nicked into earlier. 

"so fucking pretty" I say softly as I push my thumb to her clit and rub as I slip my fingers into her again and again. 

"Lincoln" she moans and her hips start to move. She pants and breathe heavily. 

"I'm not tied up" she moans. 

I smile at this realization. 

"No, you're not." I say and then slip away and slide down and lay between my girls legs and bring my mouth to her where it belongs. 

"sweet girl" I say quietly and kiss her clit as she whimpers. 

"Lincoln" she says my name like a prayer and I feel her hands in my hair for the first time. Letting her touch me, letting her have this little taste on control. Her finger nails on my scalp makes my cock push against the bed hard and I groan, moving slightly against the bed to give it some relief. 

"I love your mouth on me" she moans. 

I suck her clit and finger her pussy, fucking her a little faster, and harder as I tend to her clit. 

Those fingers of hers pull hard in my hair and I groan, feeling my scalp burn, and not minding in the least bit. 

"Fuck my face like you want to pretty girl" I tell her and she groans and bucks her hips. 

I grin into her cunt as my tongue moves over her clit and she chases her orgasm, coming undone loudly. Crying out my name as I feel her cunt pulse around my fingers, as I taste her juices flooding into my mouth. 

"argghfuck" I groan as her hot cunt soaks my fucking face

She cries and squirms as I keep going, fighting to keep my tongue on her as she tries to pull my head away, but there's no fucking way. Because I'm an entirely different animal when I get her to squirt.

"pretty girl, with your pretty fucking pussy" I groan and drive my two fingers back into her and coax that spot again as I push my tongue over her clit again and again and she trembles, crying out, screaming, fully awake it seems now. 

I bite her clit. 

It sends her over the edge and she cums for me again and I suck her cunt, removing my fingers, curling my arms around her thighs and dragging my tongue up and down her center. 

"Lincoln!" she screams and I don't stop. She's mine. She knows better than to think she can tell me when to stop. She knows how much I love burying my fucking face between this trembling legs and forcing her orgasms from her one after another. 

I'm so fucking hard for her, my cock ready to explode just from her taste, from her screams, from how fucking pretty she sounds and how pretty she is with the way her body fucking moves when I eat her out and finger her. 

Dahlia

I felt like I was floating in my dream, and realized after wards it was Lincoln carrying me from my bed. 

Waking up with him touching me, I was too hungover and still partially drunk to remember I was supposed to be angry with him. 

 He didn't cuff me. He let me touch him and even if I was a bit tipsy, I knew better than to test his limits. So I just laid in his bed on my back, staring at the ceiling as he laid on his back on the other side of the bed after eating me out and giving me a total of five orgasms before he stopped. 

"You better have changed the sheets." I tell him. 

I feel the bed shake slightly and realize he's silently laughing. 

"They were changed." he answers me. 

" If I asked you not fuck her anymore...would you stop?" I ask. 

"hm" he hums slightly , giving it actual thought. 

"I enjoy fucking her." he replies. 

"Well I dont enjoy it." I say honestly and he moves his hand over, finding my arm, and slides his fingers to my hands and grabs it, slipping his fingers through mine. 

I tighten my grip and he squeezes back. 

"YOU are my girl. Not her." he says and I feel my heart squeeze. 

"You dont act like I'm your girl." I say. 

"Because I dont fuck you?" he asks and I can feel him looking at me , but I keep my eyes on the ceiling. 

"among other things" I reply. 

"You dont kiss me." I say. 

"I feel like you hate me most of the time." I tell him. 

"I don't hate you. Not even close pretty girl." he says and slips his hand from mine and I let out a breath as he turns his back to me. 

"You ARE my girl Dahlia." he says and I turn my head to look at the back of him, wishing the light was on, so I could stare at his bare back of tattoos. 

"then fucking act like it once in awhile" I say frustrated under my breath and turn angrily to my side. 

I'd stomp angrily to my own room, but I'm fucking lazy, and tired, and who knows if he'll every let me sleep in his bed again so I stay. 

I feel him move, turning again and then hand slips over my front, his arm curling around me and he yanks me aggressively into him. 

"now shut the fuck up about how youre not my girl, yeah?" he growls quietly and tugs me tighter into him. 

I feel god damn butterflies, as this man tells me to shut the fuck up. i smile wide with my back to him. 

"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face too Dahlia." he says and I giggle slightly. 

"It wasnt a smirk." I say. 

"go to bed Dahlia." he says. 

I shift in his arms, and turn in them. 

"what are you doing?" he grumbles as I turn to face him. 

"shut up pretty man" I say and swear I see him smile in the dark as I tuck my head under his chin and wrap my leg up over him and wrap and arm around him, cuddling up to him. 

"Oh, and Lincoln?" I say, without lifting my head. 

"Yes Dahlia?" he says, curling his arm around my back and rubbing it. I smile to myself. 

"You fuck her again and I'll stab you once with every single knife on that wall." I say flatly. 

"fucking pervert" I say when I feel his cock get instantly hard. 

"only gives me more reason to fuck her" he says and I slap his back. 

"shut up. i hate you." I say. 

"if only that were true pretty girl, then you wouldnt be laying here in my god damn arms, threatening my life, for following a fucking agreement we all made." he says. 

"dont see you threaten the others for screwing other girls." he says.

"Because they dont love them!" I say shooting up and glaring at him, and our eyes have adjusted so I can see his dark eyes open and looking back at me. 

"and they tell me they love me! they SHOW me they love ME" I say. 

"I don't love Lavinia." he says flatly. 

"What about me?" I ask, my voice shaking. 

"You never say it either pretty girl" he says. 

I push up and get up out of bed. 

"Dahlia, GET BACK HERE" he says and I flick on his light and then march back to the bed, because I only wanted to turn on his light. 

His eyebrows lift as I crawl angrily back onto the bed and then onto of him, the covers up to his waist as I straddle him. 

I lean down quickly and grab his face and bring my mouth to his and he turns his head to dodge it. 

"See! Fuck you!" I scream and in the next breath he's moved and is ontop of the blankets and pinning me onto my back, and his body is between my legs. 

"No pretty girl, fuck you." he groans as I pant and he pins my hands above my head. 

"Kiss me" I say through gritted teeth, so fucking angry with him. 

"Say it" he says. 

My brows pinch. 

"YOU say it." I argue and he grins.

I feel his hard cock against my pussy, and I ache so fucking bad for it. 

He leans down, his eyes on mine. 

"You stupid little girl" he says through gritted teeth and my eyes widen and then he speaks again.

" I fucking love you Dahlia."