EroticReverie

I wake up in the morning to the scent of his cologne and his mouth on mine. Kissing me softly. 

"Mm" I hum, and push my lips back to his and blink my eyes open against the morning sun shining in through the windows. 

"Morning" he says quietly and I pout when I see that he's all dressed and ready for work. 

"Don't go" I whine. But then promptly stop whining. Because he'd totally stay home, he'd feel guilty enough and stay home, just like he has since the whole thing with Calvin happened. Watching over me like a hawk. 

"I just mean, don't go ..YET" I say and he gives me a knowing smile. 

"I was gonna wake you for a quickie...but..you looked so peaceful...and figured you might be a little sore from yesterday...my little fisting angel" he says and I roll my eyes with a laugh, blushing slightly. 

"That happened, didnt it?" I say and he grins. 

"Oh yeah it did." he says and leans over the bed.

Not only did he have Finn fist me yesterday, but after I'd gone down on him, and been completely railed  over the bed. He had untied me and took his turn fisting me.  It was insanely hot, and he was so fucking turned on by it, that he begged me to do it again in the morning after I'd cum.  I agreed, but here we were, him all dressed up in suit and tie, and his hair done, smelling like a fresh shower and cologne. 

"You need anything...call me" he says and kisses me again. 

I reach up, and pull his face to mine and he chuckles as I part his lips. 

"Devil woman" he mutters against my mouth as I push up, following his retreating mouth, until I'm on my knees on the bed, and then stand up. He laughs when I stand, dipping my mouth to his as I put my hands on his shoulders. 

"You can't go yet" I whimper and then help myself to clinging to him, he laughs as he supports my ass as I wrap my legs around him, settling around his waist, hanging around him, arms around his neck. 

"You're gonna wrinkle my suit" he says.

"Fuck your suit." I say and he laughs, kissing me back and then his hands are on my waist, and I yelp as he throws me onto the bed, my body bouncing and I laugh and yelp again when grabs my ankles, pulling me closer and then leaning over as he pushes my legs apart. 

"Spoiled brat" he says, teasing as I lick my lips, pushing up on my elbows. 

"Tell me what you want...you want my tongue? My fingers? Both? My fucking fist? What does pretty little Layna want this morning?" he asks and I grin. 

"I want whatever you give me." I say. "Your cock off limits?" I ask. 

He smirks.

"That what you want Layna? My cock in this greedy little cunt?" he asks as he pushes two fingers inside me. 

I moan with a nod. 

"I think you'll do just fine with my fingers for now." he says and I moan and nod. 

"Oh-ohkay" I agree and he laughs and I fall back, arching my back, gasping as he works me quickly.

"How about a little bit of tongue on that clit, hmm?" he asks as he swipes his tongue over it making me melt into the fucking mattress and I grip the sheets. 

"uh huh" I moan and buck my hips into his fingers and tongue.

"god damn perfect little pussy of yours, sounding so fucking hot, all fucking wet for me so early in the morning...always so fucking wet." he groans and sucks my clit and I cry out, my hands flying to his hair. 

He growls into me, and I know Im screwing up his hair, but I dont fucking care. I scream as I cum, feeling myself squirt on his mouth and fingers, and I shoot up, my hips jerking as it continues while his fingers fuck my g spot and I cry, my body fucking shaking as he pulls his fingers out and laps up my mess, sucking at my pussy and licking it again and again, his flat tongue dragging over me. 

He groans, kisses my pussy and then stands looking down at me. 

"Do I have pussy on my shirt?" he asks and I want to laugh, but can barely even do that as my body still ticks, my legs quivering as I feel my pussy still throbbing. 

I shake my head as he wipes his mouth. 

"You good?" he asks with a grin. 

"Mmmm"I hum and my eyes flutter. 

"Get back under the covers." he swats my thigh and I manage to roll over and move my head to the pillow as he pulls the covers up over me. 

"See you later, behave yourself" he says and kisses my forehead as sleep takes me back. 

---

I'm not sure what time it is when I wake up, but I go straight to shower. Knowing I'm a mess of dried sex sweat, and cum. I walk to the closet where I've put some of my clothes, knowing I have to eventually either buy more clothes, or go back the house when Calvin isn't there to get the rest of my things. 

I pull on a pair of jeans, and an old college t shirt and head downstairs with my wet hair in two twin braids down the sides of my head, the ends resting over the front of my shoulders. 

"Morning" a female voice greets making me jump. 

"Jesus" I say clapping a hand to my chest. 

"sorry" Gina laughs. "Didnt mean to scare you. Thought Ben told you i'd be here." she says. 

I shake my head. "He didnt. Well...he may have...i havent checked my phone." 

"Did you stay here last night?" I ask. she nods. 

I wasn't sure how I felt about the girl who dated Ben fairly recently sleeping under his roof, even if I knew Ben was with me all night. But...Gina had saved me from Calvin, just as much as Ben did that day when she had come over to deliver a message, but found me with the bruises all over me. I didn't want to be jealous of her, or dislike her, and I hated that a small part of me WAS jealous. I couldnt help it. 

"I um... Finn and I stayed over." she says. 

My eyebrow cocks. 

"Oh?" I ask and she shrugs with a little smile. 

"Can I ask you something?" I say as I stand by the counter across from where she sits on a stool, eating a bowl of oatmeal. 

She nods and takes a spoonful. 

"Finn,....does his wife....does she know what he does? I mean...as far as being unfaithful?" I ask. 

Gina shrugs. "I think so.  But, I really dont think she cares that much either. Because she's the one who cheated first." 

My eyes pop. "Oh." 

"Yeah. Pretty sure he carries a secret torch for her. But...fucks his feelings away on other women. " she says and shrugs. 

I drum my nails on the counter. 

"A secret torch?" I ask. 

She nods, then sips her coffee. 

"Much like the one that Ben always had for you." she says. 

I blink, wondering if this is an insult of some sort.

"It's not a bad thing" she laughs. 

"Just, every guy has that one girl ya know? She either got away, or she broke his heart somehow, and no matter what...the guy just remains consumed by her...cause she was THE one, ya know?" she says. 

"we do it with guys too...those secrets we all keep to ourselves...when were with someone we settled for, knowing the one were supposed to be with is out there still." she says. 

"hm" I say. 

"So you think Finn is still in love with his wife?" I ask. 

She nods. "Totally. He's just too busy trying to convince himself his revenge fucking is fixing the problem of her breaking his heart." 

She continues. "Men like Ben and Finn don't get married, hell they don't even do fucking relationship..UNLESS..." she gestures to me. I blush. 

"Unless they find one they know they can't lose. The one that keeps them up at night, the one that makes their cold man whore hearts actually only pump blood to their dicks for ONE woman." she says and I laugh. 

"I like Finn. I do. But I also liked Ben. But...it doesnt matter, because I'd always be second to them, even if they decided they wanted something with me." she shrugs. 

"Like I said, I knew I was out of the game, stuck out , fucking sacked from the game when I saw how he looked at you in the super market that day." she says. I bite my lip. 

She smiles. "It's fine. I forgive you for ruining my life." she teases. 

"Just kiddingggg. I knew even before that, like I said..Ben wasn't the dating type. Even though we did everything a dating couple does, he refused to label it or call me his girlfriend. But...as you know...the dick is bomb...so I stuck around for that." she says and I laugh. 

It was weird talking to her about Ben's dick. Well, hearing HER talk about it. I wasn't sure I wanted to discuss my sex life with Ben at all. I wanted to be friends with Gina, but wasn't sure yet I wanted to be THAT close of friends. Even if she WAS refreshingly honest. 

"Ben has a few guys coming today, that are gunna escort us to your house..well...your old house." she says. 

"Oh?" I ask. 

She nods. "Yeah, to get whatever things you want. Ben said he texted you."

"Yeah...I still have to check my phone." I say. 

she waves her hand. 

"He basically said he wanted you to take whatever it was you needed, your clothes, anything else in the house that you wanted , art, knick knacks or shit like that that might be sentimental to you." she says. 

I smile and nod. "Gotchya." 

"I'll be there to help of course if you need me to do anything, like..you know..." she says, checking her nails. 

"Pour gasoline on his clothes, light a match when we leave..things like that.." she says and smirks up at me and I laugh and shake my head. 

"I'm not looking to be an accesory to arson, so pass." I say. 

She shrugs. "We can still cut holes in all of his clothes. Put some nair in his shampoo...put a dead fish in a vent or something.." she says and I laugh. 

"Devious. But no. Maybe you can just help me pack up the rest of my clothes?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes. "Borrrring" she says sarcastically with a little smile. 

"But yes, I'd love to help." she says. 

"Now get some food, and  sit and eat. Ben told me to make sure you ate something." she says.

I roll my eyes. "He's not the boss of me" I mumble. 

She laughs. "Say that to his face." 

I look over my shoulder at her with a little glare. 

She shrugs. "I dare ya." 

"I was just starting to like you..." I say teasing.

"I'll suffer through the rollercoaster of feelings you have toward me." she says and I laugh. 

"Now do as your boss says and get some food." she says, and I pin her with another glare. 

But she's right. I do what he says, because he's Ben. I would've skipped breakfast just because. But I know he'll somehow know if I don't eat. So I sit with Gina, watching her smirk as I spoon fruit and yogurt into my mouth. 

I flip her the bird, and she throws her head back laugh. 

"Yeah...he's totallyyyyy not the boss of you"