EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

Walking downstairs in just my jeans I get looks from all three of the guys sitting in the living room. 

"What the fuck are you doing up there?" Landon asks and I smirk. 

They don't need to know I was second away from fucking her. Seconds away from losing my shit and screwing Dahlia till her perfect cunt was numb from the pounding I wanted to give it. 

"Just having fun." I say and Jasper and Salem roll their eyes. 

"Where is she?" Salem asks. 

"In my room. I'm not done yet. Just needed a cigarette." I say and turn to walk out of the room. Landon chuckles. 

"Taking a break to smoke huh? You must be a little close to going over that edge arent ya Lincoln?" he taunts and I grit my teeth and pause for a moment, saying nothing and then walk out back. 

I sit down, and lean back and light a cigarette then set my lighter on the patio table , then blow a long exhale up into the air, and sigh. 

I loved not only withholding my cock from Dahlia, but I loved withholding her pussy from myself. I wanted it more and more every god damn day, and the torture of not allowing myself to have it, excited me to no end. 

Dahlia was always soaking wet when any of us fucked her. The girls pussy was just a fucking fountain, constantly drenched and ready to get fucked. It was amazing. Feeling her wetness on my fingers and my mouth was one thing, but having my cock against her, while listening to the shit she confessed was another. 

Her pussy was so warm, so wet, so god damn tempting that if I'd had stayed a second longer, my resolve would have cracked and I'd still be up there violently fucking her. 

I didn't even know if I could go back upstairs right now, and I might have to end tonights punishment right now. I couldnt stand to be near her. God, the way she let my words get to her, the way she was so fucking fragile when it came to us, and whether or not we truly felt for her. The girl was out of her mind if she didnt know deep down that all four of us would do anything for her. That all four of us loved her , and would fucking kill for her. At least I would. 

It baffled me how she could still be so insecure , how me lying to her about things just to hurt her feelings, actually worked. It bothered me, but at the same time, made my cock hard.

I took another drag and exhaled and ran a hand through my hair as the back door opened and I sat up and glowered at her. 

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" I snapped and she blinked as I heard Landon snicker inside and give her a shove and then close the back door as she stumbled outside , in my fucking t shirt. 

"I...Landon said..." she stammers , her hands twisting the hem of my shirt nervously as she folds her shoulders inward and looks down. 

I grumble. Fucking Landon. 

I study her as I take another drag of my cigarette. 

"I'll go back in" she says quietly and turns to go back in , but if I send her back in, they'll know , they'll fucking know why I'm sending her away, because I can't handle myself right now. 

"Sit down." I say gruffly and she lifts her eyes. 

She walks over cautiously and then sits down in the chair  on the side of the table next to me. 

"your punishment is over." I say and watch her eyes lift. 

"Did I...do something wrong?" she asks so quietly that I almost don't hear her. 

"No." I answer. 

She chews her lip and still fidgets with the hem of my shirt. 

Her hair is a mess and she looks undeniably adorable, and fucking breakable right now as I watch her. 

"Are you ever going to quit?" she asks and looks at me. 

I take an inhale and blow smoke out in her direction and she scrunches her nose. 

"Please don't do that." she says and I tilt my head to the side and look at her. 

"Red?" I ask. 

she nods. 

I inhale another drag and blow it up into the air above my head and then put the cigarette out, accepting her safe word. 

"I hate that you smoke." she says and I give a half laugh and look at her. 

"When did your opinion start to matter Dahlia?" I ask and she sighs. 

"I'm serious" she says and her damn eyes reach inside me and grip a part of my soul that I didnt even believe existed till she came into our lives. The part that gives a fuck what anyone thinks of them. The part that cares for someone other than myself. 

"I do love you....even if you dont love me and I dont want you to get si-"

"Knock it off with that shit Dahlia" I interrupt and her mouth hangs open and she shuts it. 

"Don't keep fishing for me to say that shit again. I said it, and I meant it." I say, and then shift in my chair, the girl making me hard just by fucking caring about me. Jesus, it pissed me off.

"I'm not fishing!" she says almost raising her voice and I cock my brow. 

" I just...you know how I am...don't yell at me for it." she says quietly and looks down at her hands and resumes playing with the hem of my shirt. 

"I do know how you are, but I don't understand why...or how." I say and she looks up. 

"Why would anyone love me?" she asks. "My parents didnt even love me" she says and my nostrils flare, because fuck her shitty parents. If I ever came across them I'd kill them. 

"Your parents were fucking sacks of shit Dahlia." I tell her and she bites her lips together. 

"Don't cry, because I wont fucking hold you and console you." I warn her and she looks up and surprises me with a scowl. 

"Would it kill you to be nice to me for one damn second Lincoln?! Seriously!" she says and a tear rolls down her cheek and she pushes up out of her chair. 

"Just forget it!" she says, about to stomp away , and I don't fucking know why, but I grab her wrist. 

"Sit down Dahlia." I say. 

"No!" she cries and I stand and look down at her and she gives me a defiant little glare through watery eyes. 

"I don't know how to be a good guy Dahlia. I'm NOT a good guy." I say and she looks at me. 

"Cause your parents were sacks of shit too." she says and I feel the corners of my lips tug upward slightly and I shrug. 

"Probably has something to do with it, but we're not going to sit here and talk about them, or your sack of shit parents either." I tell her. 

"Why is my punishment over?" she asks after a few moments of silence. 

I grin slightly. "Because I said so." 

she rolls her eyes. 

"Something happened, you said you had so much planned, and then you left and came down here, what did I do wrong? Did I say something that turned you off?" she asks and I huff a laugh. 

"I don't think there's a single fucking thing you could say or do to turn me off pretty girl."  I say. 

"Then why?" she asks and her eyes are begging me to give her a reason. And I know if I don't it's gonna hurt her more than my fake lies that I gave her while in the bedroom just to hurt her feelings on purpose. 

"Because I hated how good you felt." I say through gritted teeth. 

She blinks at me.

"I need you to go inside Dahlia." I say taking a deep breath. 

She shakes her head. 

"Dahlia" I say with warning in my voice. 

"Kiss me" she says quietly and her soft hands reach for my chest and then stop, and she watches me, as she brings them slowly to my skin. I exhale as her hands lay on my chest. 

"I promise I won't let you give in..." she says quietly. Her hands slipping to my shoulders and then slipping up to my neck where her fingers trace one of the tattoos at my neck. 

"I'll be good..." she says and pushes up on her tip toes and pulls me down. 

"Dahlia" I say through gritted teeth as I allow her to bring me to her. 

"I know you're scared" she whispers. 

I grunt in denial. 

"Please let me come back to your room" she says softly and her perfect mouth lands on mine gently. 

"I promise I won't beg for it. I just want to be yours tonight, in any way you'll have me" she says and her eyes come to mine. 

I take a deep breath and reach down and grab her ass and lift her. She slips those arms around me and her legs around my waist as I kiss her. 

This isn't me. I don't know who this guy is, kissing her like she's delicate, like I'll break her if I kiss her too hard, but my mouth is soft, and pliable, and I let her control the kiss, and she keeps it soft, delicate and I have to break the kiss and I put my forehead to hers, and I'm left panting and taking a deep breath. 

"Dahlia..." I sigh. 

"take me upstairs Lincoln" she says in a whisper and kisses me again. 

I walk through the house and back up to my room, not paying attention to any of the guys as I walk by them in the living room and up the stairs with Dahlia around me. I didn't care that they saw me with her like this, with her draped around me, her mouth on mine, kissing me over and over softly, sweetly and I took her to her room instead of mine. 

She didn't complain as I laid her on her bed and looked down at her as I hovered over her. 

"Dont go" she said and one leg curled up around my hip and I sank down and put my mouth to hers as she wrapped her other leg around me and slid her fingers into my hair. 

It was dangerous to keep this up, to let her make me feel like this. To break parts of me that I'd built up purposely to keep myself from caring for someone like this. 

I slid my hand down between her legs and she moaned as I started to rub her clit softly in circles. I was addicted to making her cum, and I needed to focus on making her cum to distract myself from what her soft and sweet mouth was making me feel. I turn my head slightly as I rubbed her clit, breaking my mouth from her. 

She gently turned my head back and kissed me again. 

"Don't stop kissing me...please....i love it...it's better than anything Lincoln" she whispers and her mouth claims mine again and I groan. 

I didn't deserve Dahlia. None of us did. She was this perfect little creature, who was broken and dark inside like the rest of us, but she deserved someone who could fix her, make her better, not pull her further into the dark. She deserved everything that I and the other's couldnt fucking give her. 

"Dahlia...I can't do this..." I groan and push up and she shakes her head, pleading, shaking her head and pulls me back. 

"Please!" she begs softly. 

"Lincoln, stay with me" she moans and grabs my hand and puts it back between her legs and I groan and push a finger through her wet lips. 

"You can be mean to me if you want" she says, trying to bribe me into staying. 

"That's the problem" I growl, but dont stop touching her between her legs, and I slide my middle finger into her. 

"I dont want to mean to you right now..." I find myself admitting out loud.

She pushes her lips to mine and moans against my mouth and her hips are bucking slowly, her body moving in a little wave as she rides my finger and I groan. 

"then don't be....just be.....here....with me" she pleads quietly. 

she gasps as I finger her and she leans her head back and arches her back as she pants. 

"yes Lincoln...oh...please....yes....right there" she breathes quickly and gasps, her chest rising and falling.

"please......baby.....fuck" she breathes and I groan and watch her come undone. Panting quietly, keeping this orgasm our secret as she gasps and clutches my shoulders in her hands and then grabs my face and brings my mouth back to hers. 

She shatters, shaking beneath me as my fingers steal her orgasm, and I pump them gently , slowing as she cums, not wanting to force an extended orgasm, and not wanting to end it too quickly. 

She shivers, her legs quivering when my fingers slide out of her and she exhales heavily. 

"that was perfect" she breathes quietly and I kiss her then lay down beside her in my jeans, pulling her to me, and then pulling the covers over us and pulling her to my chest, her back to me. 

"will you be nice to me tomorrow?" she asks , her voice already humming off into sleep. 

"is that what you want?" I ask. 

She nods. " i think so" 

I grit my teeth, and know I shouldn't but I agree. 

"Whatever you want pretty girl, it's yours, always" I whisper against her hair. 

She hums softly and settles into me, and I can tell by her breathing she's already asleep. And I can tell my the way my heart is racing in my chest, that I am truly fucked, that I've broken too many of my own rules to prevent what's happening here.