EroticReverie

Caroline Ophelia Deamonne

Once inside the house I stick with Duncan, because everyone else is too busy moving about with their flashlights.

"Cmon babe" Duncan says as he nods to the back of the house as everyone else climbs the stairs to the second floor, the floors creaking loudly everywhere we step. 

"Don't call me that" I say and he lifts my back pack from my shoulder and sets it down. 

"Let's explore" he says and walks through and into the back of the house, and because I hate being alone in the dark, even with my tiny flashlight , I follow him quickly and grab his arm. 

"Don't go so fast" I hiss. 

He turns and gives me a grin and looks down at his arm where I'm holding onto him.  The look he gives me makes me feel like a terrible friend for the way it makes me feel, and he slides a hand around me , to my lower back. 

"Cmon Ophelia...be a big brave girl for me" he says taunting me. But the way he says it, the little bit of gravel to his voice makes my nipples tweak. 

"I hate you" I whisper and he chuckles. 

We walk into what is the kitchen. An old stove left open, the sink is plugged and filled with dark water, and I shiver wondering if anything is in it. I follow Duncan's lead though as he guides me to the side of the room where there's an open door , clearly down to a basement. I step back and he laughs. 

"It's just a basement Ophelia" he says and slips ahead of me and starts to walk down the steps. 

"Duncan, don't" I say and he looks over his shoulder , his smirk illuminated by my flashlight that beams near his back. 

"Be my big brave girl Ophelia..." he says again and I audibly whimper and he licks his lips. 

I loved being scared, I really did, my nipples were hard, and I was wet. I knew I wasn't the only one who got excited when scared, but it still made me feel fucked up. I also hated being scared at the same time, I really hated basements. The way they smelled is usually what really creeped me out. But this whole house smelled old and  musty, and I watched as Duncan turned forward leaving me at the top of the stairs.

"Duncan! Please!" I whisper yell and he shines his flashlight at me from the bottom of the stairs, and I cant see him as I turn my head from the glare and lift my arm. 

"I hate basements." I tell him. 

"There's nothing down here" he says and moves his flashlight around.

"Oh shit" he says excitedly and turns and walks from the stairs. 

"Duncan!" I squeak and then shakily move down the stairs cursing and drop my flash light as it cracks against the stair and rolls down the steps. 

"Shit! I dropped my flash light! Duncan!" I call his name and get no answer as I scramble down the stairs. Even with my black skinny jeans on and my long sleeved black shirt and my purple plaid flannel over me like a jacket, i'm freezing as soon as I feel the extra cold temperature of the basement.

"Fuck" I hiss. 

"Duncan stop" I say when I get to the bottom and see nothing but dark and no flashlight or any noise and I stand there, shaking.

"Duncan" I whine softly. 

"I'm serious, I'm going to pass out.." I say and then look back up the stairs, but know he's down here with me, so I don't run back up. 

"Duncan" I whisper as I step forward. 

"I cant see." I whine as I hold my hands out and carefully, breathing heavily, my heart pounding and it's the only thing I hear as I keep moving half steps forward, slipping my foot along the cement to feel for anything. Yelping when I hit something metal and it skids across the floor. I whimper. 

"Duncan!" I say, so close to crying. 

"Duncan please, come on, I know you're trying to scare me, and it's working, really fucking working...but can you stop now." I say, my voice trembling and I keep walking, and gasp when my hand touches something and I jerk it back, then reach back out and find a wall. I move along it as I tremble, hearing the creaks and squeaks of the rest of our friends moving about in the floors above and a loud bang comes from up above and I jump. 

"Duncan!" I yell as my nails scratch at the wall and I stand still in fear. 

"fuck you Duncan" I say when he doesnt answer. I feel the tears starting to build and I hate this, and I love it, but I hate it more, so much more. 

My hand hits something as I reach forward, hard and warm, I jerk my hand back. 

"Such a brave girl" he says, and his voice makes me gasp and I squeal and then he laughs. 

"you are such a-" I stop talking when I feel his hands on my waist, and turning me in the dark up against the cold brick of the basement. 

"what are you doing" I ask my voice shaky as he presses against me.

"Are you having fun Ophelia?" he asks and I whimper. 

"no" I answer and I feel his breath at my neck and I let out a tiny moan as it also hits my ear. 

"you sound like you're having fun" he says and his hands slide up my shirt just slightly and I inahle. 

"Duncan" I whisper his name.

"Do you know how hot you sound when you call my name when you're scared?" he asks. 

"You get so scared Ophelia...it's so cute.." he whispers near my ear as his hands slip back down my stomach and he slips his fingers to the button my jeans and starts to unbutton them.

"Duncan" I say his name again, my breaths still shaky in the dark, only feeling his breath and his hands at my jeans. 

"I think you like being scared as much as I like hearing you be scared" he whispers. 

I inhale as my zipper on my jeans is pulled down. 

"Duncan, we can't do this" I breathe. 

"Do what?" he asks and his fingers push down into my panties and I gasp as his finger pushes between my pussy lips and he pushes down further and groans. 

"Do this?" he asks and kisses my jaw near my ear and I let out a breath and a tiny moan. 

"I knew by the time you found me you'd be wet for me" he whispers and I groan and gasp as his finger slides up into me and he groans. 

"mmmm, fuck" he murmurs in my ear. 

"damn" he groans as he fingers me and I gasp and bite my lip and squirm , arching my back against the wall and spreading my legs and I can feel his smile against my ear. 

"Do you know how many times I've thought about doing this to you?" he whispers in my ear. 

I moan. 

"too fucking many times" he groans and curses quietly and he slides his finger out of me and his hand out of my panties and then he pushes my pants and panties down.

I gasp. "Someone will come"

He chuckles and pushes my pants and panties to my knees and stands back up, his hand coming right back to my pussy and his finger sliding back in and I groan. 

"Yeah, you will" he says and I moan. 

"Simone" I say. 

"What about her?" he asks. 

"you just broke up....sh-shes my friend" I moan softly as he slides his finger out of me and rubs my clit and I feel my wetness as he smears it up and over my clit.

"I broke up with her, because she's not what I want Ophelia...do you know what I want?" he asks with a slight growl and I let out a tiny cry.

"you....like this...terrified and wet..." he groans and I moan. 

"you being a brave little girl for me, you searching for me in dark basements, while my cock gets hard listening to you call for me with that hot little shaky voice" he groans and I moan. 

"that's what I fucking want" he says and slides a second finger in and I gasp as he curls his fingers inside of me. 

"where's that orgasm hiding Ophelia?" he groans. "I fucking want it." he growls and I gasp and my head pushes against the wall and I'm sure that I've never been as turned on as I am right now. 

"Tell me" he groans. 

"don't stop" I breathe and he groans. 

"Yeah? Like this? Just like this Ophelia?" he asks moving his fingers in the same thrusting action and I pivot my hips slightly and angle myself to let him push against my g spot. 

"there!" I cry and he groans and I pant open mouthed, breathing heavy and he groans. 

"say my name" he groans. 

"Duncan" I whine quietly. 

"Keep saying it...I want my name on your lips when you fucking cum all over my fingers" he says and I gasp. 

His name comes from my lips in whimpers, in quiet pants and I squeak as I cum. 

"I'm cumming" I cry. "Duncan! I'm cumming!" I pant quietly and he groans as my pussy tightens and he brings me to one of the hottest orgasms I've ever had, and my legs tremble and I curse and moan his name and he groans. 

My pussy is embarrassingly wet, the only sound in the basement is my panting and my wet pussy being fingered by my friends insanely hot ex. 

I pant as I lean with my back to the wall and my legs quiver as he slides his fingers out and I feel him touch my mouth and smear his fingers over my lips and I open my mouth and he groans and pushes them in. 

"That's my good girl Ophelia, how does my pussy taste?" he asks and I moan and he lets me suck at his fingers and then pulls them from me and grabs my face and a second later his mouth crashes against mine. 

"You going to be brave for me tonight Ophelia?" he asks me and I nod as he then shoves his tongue into my mouth and his hand goes around my throat. 

He only grabs and doesent squeeze. 

"I think we should fuck in this house tonight Ophelia" he says and I let out a tiny moan and he kisses my mouth. 

"We cant" I pant. 

"Do you want me to fuck you Ophelia?" he asks and I whimper and dont answer and his teeth nip at my jaw and then growls in my ear. 

"Do you want to know what it feels like to fuck my cock?" he asks and I groan and answer.

"yes" I whisper. He groans. 

"how long have you wanted to fuck my cock Ophelia?" he asks and I whimper. 

"Cause I've wanted you to fuck it the entire time I was with Simone, and before that" he says. 

"and sometimes, I even thought about you while inside of her" he says and I groan. 

"Do you like that?" he asks. "You dont want to but you do , don't you?  Turns you on knowing I was tempted to fuck your brains out while with Simone, doesnt it?" he asks and I moan and nod. 

He chuckles. 

"Brave...dirty...girl" he says and kisses me again. 

I hear footsteps over us on the first floor and I pull back and he pulls me back to his mouth. 

"someones coming" I whisper with my pants still around my knees.

"Be fucking brave Ophelia" he says.