EroticReverie

Lilliana Olivia Monroe

After Dane and Joshua make their exit from my room, I close my door, locking it and put my forehead against the door. 

I was embarrassed. Not just because they all clearly knew my past, or because Joshua had walked in on me being felt up in less than hour of being here. I was embarrassed because I didn't stop it, again. 

I could never say no. I never even wanted to, other than for the fact I thought I needed to.  I know I shouldn't have been fucking at fourteen. But that, wasnt my fault. My first time was with my therapist.  I never told anyone he was my first, because he was fucking 36, and I thought he loved me. Every week, I'd go to my appointment, and spend the first ten minutes talking, the rest of the hour spent doing the things he wanted me to do. It'd started a few months after I'd starting going to him, and looking back now I cringe, because the sick fuck probably got off on my tears and my sob story, and I wonder how many other girls he did that too.  

After him, it was anyone. Everyone. I wanted to have boys like me, I wanted to be "an adult"  and do "adult" things.  I was still screwing my therapist up until I was sent off to boarding school, and I'd lost count of how many boys I did things with. How many men I'd met up with, lying about my age. Boarding school was meant to keep me celibate. 

All the students were girls. The teachers and staff however were not. In the years I was gone, I'd screwed one of my professors, an older man, in his sixties. I screwed a groundkeeper, and a janitor.  And during the dances we had with the all male schools, I always found a willing guy needing to spend some time getting his dick wet. I'd also dabbled in sex with a few females that I enjoyed. 

I know I was filling some void, I wasn't an idiot. But I enjoyed sex. I was safe now too. I wasn't so reckless now that I didn't forget to stop and have the guy put a condom on.  I just loved the high that came with sex, that came even with making out. The high like I got with Dane feeling me up on my new bed , in my new home, with five new guys, five new options. 

I inhaled and turned and put my back to the door and unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand down my pants and right into my wet panties. 

Dane's hands felt good, so good, and wanted more, and I'd have given him what he clearly wanted. Part of me was angry that he took advantage, knowing I was a "Sex addict", but the other part of me, wanted him to use me. 

I rub my clit and moan quietly as I bite my lip, eyes closed, and think about his hand under my top , how good his large hand felt on my breast and the stupid little winks and grins he gave me.  His blunt compliments that I pretended to hate, but actually loved. I know I have a nice body, and know I'm pretty, and I get wet anytime a guy looks at me like he wonders what it's like to have me. 

I hear a door slam and jump , my hand sliding out of my jeans and I turn, opening my door and peek out the door, looking up and down the hall. 

"Dane?" I call across the hall and wait and then seconds later his door opens. 

I jerk slightly back at the look on his face. It's not flirty, and it's not playful, but it's still full of want and I watch as he lifts a bottle of Jack. 

"Want a drink?" he asks. 

My brows pull together. He looks....sad almost. 

"you ok?" I ask. 

"I asked if you wanted a drink, not if you wanted to talk Lilliana" he says and the words feel like a slap. I want him to look at me like he did just a few minutes ago. Not like he's annoyed with me. 

"Are you going to try to touch me again?" I ask. 

He looks up and down and his eyes catch on my jeans, unbuttoned, my lower belly and my panties showing. A small quirk of his lips. 

"Yup" he says and then looks back up at me and holds out the bottle.

I walk over, grab the bottle and his lips lift slightly and he steps aside to let me in. 

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We sit in silence on his bed, on the edge, passing the bottle back and forth. 

"So you really a sex addict?" he asks and I look at him. 

"Probably." I say and take the bottle from him. 

"How many people have you fucked?" he asks as I take a pull from the bottle. 

"Dunno." i say and hand the bottle back and he takes it and then sets it down. 

"Do you wanna fuck me?" he asks and I let out a little sigh. 

"I want to fuck everyone Dane." I say and then fall back on the bed, my legs hanging of the edge.

"So I'm not special then huh?" he asks looking over at me as he still sits up and I smile. 

I shrug. "I guess not." 

"Ouch" he says and I laugh. 

I watch him as he turns back and just looks across his large room at nothing. 

"You drink a lot?"  I ask. 

He turns to me and glares and my brows lift.

"Sorry...I didnt...it was just a question" I say quietly, hating the angry way he's looking at me. 

"Well don't ask anymore questions" he says and then stands and I watch him stumble slightly and he turns and I go to sit up but his hand pushes my shoulder and I fall back down on the bed and he grunts slightly as he reaches for my zipper and I inhale, watching him as he pulls my pants off and then his hands grab my panties and pull. 

"yeah" he says and nods as he spreads my legs. 

"knew youd have a hot pussy" he says and then he's leaning down and before I can say a word his mouth is on me and I gasp and he groans. 

"better than whiskey" he mumbles and then sucks my clit. 

"jesus" I say shakily as I clutch the covers of his bed. 

 "you can fuck me" I moan softly. 

"i know i can" he says. 

"but i want to eat your pussy right now" he groans and I feel his fingers spread my lips and I moan louder as his tongue lays over my clit, and then again, and again. 

I squirm and reach down and grab his shaggy brown hair. 

"god that's good" I breathe and gasp as his tongue does all sorts of trick around my clit and then he drags it down and slides it inside of me. 

"Oh my- fuck" I groan as I grip his hair harder and his tongue penetrates me again and again and his face is buried inside of me his nose pressed in my pussy as he tongue reaches further inside of me and I let out a tiny cry. 

Guys rarely went down on me, and when they did, they weren't that good at it.  The only girls I'd been with, I went down on them, not the other way around. I was always the giver, I liked to give, and having Dane between my legs giving, and giving, and god, he was giving it so good, it did weird shit to my head. 

I'd learned to train myself to not get attached to people, people were disappointing. People always left. No matter how good they made me feel, I told myself it was just the illusion and the vulnerability of sex. But why would a guy do this , and keep doing it, and do it so well, if he didnt like me? I felt worshipped in the moment. His tongue was doing things to me, that were making me want to fucking cry. I'd never felt this sexy. Being devoured like this was incredible. The high I was on was so fucking good, and I came hard. Seeing fucking stars as Dane licked my pussy as I kept cumming and I let out a scream as he groaned into me, as if he were a rabid animal, and I was his prey, being conquered, being killed, slowly, so fucking slowly as he gave me tentative slow little licks, making my hips jump as he cleaned me up with his tongue and sucked my sensitive clit making me curse. 

Dane pushed up and pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans and I watched in awe. He was beautiful, his body was muscular and toned just right, not too bulky, and he had that little V, that went to his dark boxer briefs and he climbed onto the bed beside me and then past me and collapsed onto his stomach. 

i laid there a moment and then sat up and looked over my shoulder. To a closed eyes Dane who was breathing slowly. 

"Should I go?"I ask quietly. 

"I'm tired."he says. 

I stand and grab my panties and pull them on, and then my jeans. 

By the time I'm buttoning my jeans, Dane is already passed out and snoring slightly. Guess he had enough whiskey. 

Feeling buzzed and on cloud fucking nine from that orgasm, I leave Dane's room and then walk to mine when I notice at the top of the stairs Joshua looking at me down the hall, catching me coming from Dane's room. 

I open my mouth to say something, to lie. But instead, I shut my mouth and flush red, again, ashamed, then open my door, walk into my room, and shut the door behind me.