EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

I hate when Dahlia goes out without one of us, but if she goes out with anyone besides us, I prefer it to be with Jenny. Like I said, she's just as protective of Dahlia as the rest of us and they've been best friends since middle school or some shit. Jenny was also the one girl that Dahlia placed off limits to any of us, which was fine, because Jenny wasn't our type, aka not submissive, what so ever. Also, none of us really had any attraction to her otherwise either. Pretty girl though. 

I spend all night looking at my phone waiting for Dahlia to check in. Not that she is supposed to, her free time, is her free time, she's not required to update us with what she's doing at every moment, but I find myself wishing that she WAS required to, because I can't focus on shit when she's out, especially if I know shes drinking. I trust Dahlia 100%, even more than that, because I know the girl is loyal as fuck to us, and she'd never do anything to fuck it up with us, but I don't trust other people, especially other DRUNK people. 

I get a text around 1:00am from Landon, informing me they're all heading over to Mickey's after the kink show, and he sends me a picture of a girl with bruises that seem to cover almost every inch of her body, along with scarification tattoos over her entire chest. 

"Should've came" the text says after that. 

I roll my eyes. The chick is hot, and yeah, the scarification shit did make my dick twitch a little, but I'm not in the mind set to deal with anyone at all, so I don't find myself regretting staying home and avoiding going out with them tonight. 

It's a little after two am when I finally give in and decide to check in with Dahlia. 

"Behaving?" i text. 

No answer. I wait five minutes.

"Don't ignore me pretty girl. Are you and those you're with behaving?" 

A few more minutes go by and I grit my teeth, hating the pit in my stomach of worry and then call. 

No answer. 

I call again. 

No answer. 

"Fuck!" I yell out loud and push up off the couch and storm to my keys, grabbing them and walking out of the house, locking it and getting in my car and making my fucking way to the old grave yard. 

It's a spot where a lot of people will throw parties. There's a large open field behind the small grave yard that's on a long stretch of road, in between corn fields in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, it's literally miles of road of farms and then this random ass grave yard with shit old graves that you cant even read the names, so teens and young adults create all this bullshit about the people buried there, and of course it's claimed to be haunted. So whenever it's close to October, there's more and more parties held there. 

I drive the twenty minutes out and while driving on the road I can see the grave yard coming up and then the large field behind it, and the cars parked on the road and in the grass at the front as well as at the back of the graveyard. There's a few cars with their lights shining into the field and a small fire going with a couple dozen people, standing around and as I get closer I can hear Rob Zombie music coming from a speaker ontop of someones car. 

I pull right around the graveyard and park near the back and faces look to my car, wondering who's probably joining them so late because it's almost three a.m by the time I get there. 

I look around and see Dahlia nowhere. My nostrils flaring, fists curled as I walk around and see Jenny's car on the other side of the field and go over to it, seeing Jenny as I approach.

"Lincoln!" she says throwing her hands up with a beer bottle in one and a joint in the other. 

"Where is she?" I growl as I get closer. 

She smirks. 

"She's fine papa bear." she says and rolls her eyes and then jerks her head to the car. 

"She got a little too drunk, she's sleeping it off in the backseat, I've been checking on her, she's good." she says and walks me over to her car and I look in the back seat letting out a large breath of air when I see her cute ass peeking out of her zip up hoodie , curled up on the backseat laying down. 

"You know...you showing up here like this Lincoln..." she starts and I give her a look and she bites her lips together fighting a smile. 

"Don't start Jenny" I warn. 

"When you gonna let her hit it Lincoln? You're killing the poor girl." she says and I lick my teeth and suck air through them. I already know that Dahlia confides in Jenny, and I have no problem with her knowing about my relationship with Dahlia. 

"None of your concern Jenny" I say eyeing her. 

she cocks a brow and takes an inhale of her joint and then blows out the smoke away from me. 

"Actually papa bear...it is...she's my best friend....and she spent the last half hour before passing out crying over it." she says. 

I fight the wince I feel at that knowledge. 

"Listen...I  know i'm over stepping, cause you two have you're own little arrangement...but fuck it....cause she won't say it, not even to me....but this shit you two do...these fucking mind games she willingly signed up for....the shit aint healthy Lincoln, and you damn well fucking know it." she says and I say nothing, but just look at the black haired girl, curled up in on herself in the back seat sleeping. 

"I get that it can be hot...trust me ...I do....but with punishment....there should also be reward.....she's not getting the fucking reward Lincoln...and it's been how long ? Nine months almost? We all have our shit Lincoln....work yours out...give my girl what she fucking needs from you." Jenny says and I clench my jaw.    If it were anyone else I'd fucking be in their face , telling them to mind their own fucking business, but Jenny is the only person who knows Dahlia better than any of us. 

"She told me you finally said you loved her." she says and I look to her again. 

"That's not gonna fucking cut it Lincoln. Words are pretty and all, but she needs more than that, and she thinks she's built for this constant mind game shit....but she's not....and I know you know that....you're not fucking stupid......are you?" she asks and I give her a glare. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Get your girl...take her home...tuck her in, and for fucks sake, stop the mind games, do your pain shit and whatever the fuck blood play shit you two are into, but knock it off with the "we dont really love you Dahlia" bullshit. Got it?" she says and I give a slight nod. 

"Good. And work through your own shit Lincoln, there's no reason that you two need to be this fucking damaged. Let her fucking love you. Let her fix her grumpy papa bear's little black heart, ok?" she says. 

"You're pushing it right now Jenny" I say. 

She rolls her eyes at me again. 

"No YOU are pushing it Laveau. If I need to talk her into leaving that house, I'll fucking do it." she says and I instantly tense and feel my heart pound as I grit my teeth. 

She just shrugs, completely unphased by my attempt to intimidate her. 

"Fuck off with that shit Lincoln, you know I'm not fuckin scared of you. Be a big boy , allow yourself to  feel more than a fucking blade on your skin. Jesus." she says. 

"I do" I grit out. 

"Then fucking act like it." she snaps. 

"You're a pain in my fucking ass." I grumble. 

She smiles. "Later papa bear" she says and walks off as I just stand looking at Dahlia before opening the back door. 

As I try to carefully remove her from the backseat she wakes up mumbling and looks at me. 

"Lincoln?" she asks her eyes pretty much fucking crossed as she looks up at me drunkenly and half asleep. 

"Yeah pretty girl, it's me" I say and pull her from the backseat and scoop her into my arms as she leans her head on my shoulder, wrapping her outer arm up and around my neck. 

"i missed you" she says her words slurred. 

"missed you too pretty girl"I say as I carry her. 

"i'm drunk" she groans. 

A smile pulls at the corner of my lips. 

"I know pretty girl, I'm taking you home" I say and she sighs. 

"u will....sleep in my bed?" she mumbles.

"mhm" I hum. 

"can yoube ni...to me" she slurs. 

"yes." I say. 

"i like it when your...nice" she says. 

"mm" I say and shuffle the car door on the passenger side open and carefully put her in and buckle her in as her head wobbles around and she starts to giggle drunkenly. 

"I love you...ssso mush" her head rolls to the side. 

"I love you too pretty girl" I say as I pull the seat belt over to buckle her in. 

"u call me that" she says. 

"I call you what?" I ask. 

"puh..rity girrrl" she says and her head goes back as she wiggles in her seat. 

"Yes I do." I say and push her hair back from her face, the few loose baby hairs from her forehead. 

"i love it so much" she whimpers. 

I smile as I watch her "look" at me, which is just her with her eyes shut, but her face in the direction of my voice. 

"I know you do baby" I say and I kiss her forehead and then shut the door, walking around and getting in the driver side. 

"Can we make out when...home?" she asks skipping over words. 

''you're drunk Dahlia" I say, putting the car into drive. 

"so whet?" she whimpers. 

I chuckle slightly. 

"don laugh at me" she says slapping her hand on her lap. 

"godddddddd!" she grumbles and gives a whimper. 

"whats wrong?" I ask as I turn onto the road.

"I want you so fricken bad" she whines. 

"u wont fuck me" she slaps her leg again. 

"u wont ever do it!" she yells. 

"Shhhhh" I hush her. 

"Don't shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh me!" she says and I sigh, because I'm not going to reprimand a drunk girl for raising her voice to me. 

"I'm sick of your ...god ...damn.....shit!" she slaps her legs. 

"i want your cock so bad" she whines. 

"why wont you give me it?" she whimpers. 

The whining and whimpering lasts about ten minutes until a final sigh is given and she passes out with her head against the window. 

I get her into the house, carrying her up the stairs as she mumbles incoherently and I sit her on her bed, making work of getting her clothes off her. 

I just smile at her laid out on her back, legs hanging over the bed and I watch her nipples harden, and I look over her body, and between her legs and feel my cock twitch in my pants. 

i let myself slide my hands over her curves and over her tits and lean down and place a kiss on each perfect nipple, and then cant help but suck one gently into my mouth.  She hums slightly and moves just  bit on the bed. 

I slide a hand up under her lower back and then bring her onto the bed, her dead weight lifted until I have her head on her pillow. 

I pull her legs apart and lay between them and spread her lips and run my tongue along her pussy and she arches her back slightly and lets out a little mumble of my name. 

I know she's drunk, and I also know she wouldnt fucking care, so I keep letting my tongue taste her. Closing my eyes I lick her clit softly and gently suck as she squirms just a bit and breathes heavier. 

she whimpers and lets out a little gasp, and I look up but her head is still back, eyes shut and she just moans, too drunk to even open her eyes, but not too drunk to enjoy my tongue on her pussy.

"cum" she mumbles and her hips move slightly and keep licking her clit and watch as her mouth parts and she lets out a drunken moan and tries to writhe, to buck her hips, but can barely control any part of herself. 

I feel the little jerk of her body as she cries out with a little whine and cums for me. I kiss her perfect pussy all over and lick up and down her center. 

I move up , get off the bed and turn of the light as she sighs and whimpers my name and then sighs again when I fall into bed next to her after getting naked and pull the covers over us.

"g night pretty girl" i whisper.