EroticReverie

Kaz

I smile at my phone as Dominic sends me a text.

"Quit fucking around with her." his text is sent to the group chat only between me him Banks and Trent. We kept some of our notes about little Balistreri to ourselves, knowing that Angelo and Andre wouldn't be too fond of some of the ways me and Banks toyed with her. 

Having Kylie Annalina Balistreri under our fucking roof was more torture for us than it was for her. Her brothers failed to mention what a little hot piece she was. When she'd showed up on our fucking door step , we'd all knew we were fucked. Were Angelo and Andre serious? Sure we were their best friends, but how they could trust any male with their sister, when she looked the way she did, they were fucking idiots. 

I may not be able to touch her, but before long I started torturing myself by toying with her. She thought she was the one who had the shit end of the stick, by living with four guys who were meant to keep her from fucking around with the dipshits on campus.  I couldnt speak for the rest of the guys, but any straight guy with a working dick would want to know what Kylie felt like on it.  

Dominic's text meant only one thing. Kylie had stormed home after my little game with her in the library. Dom knew that me and Banks were pushing limits with her. Crossing lines we shouldnt, saying things that would get our teeth knocked out by her brothers if they ever found out. But I couldn't help myself. It was too much fun, and fuck...that little fucking whimper earlier when I had my fucking fist in her hair, and my mouth next to her ear. I wanted to bend her right over that table and take care of her.

"She's fine." I type back. 

"She's blaring her angry chick music again." he types. 

I  laugh at my screen. 

Kylie had a playlist for all of her moods. I could hear it playing in my head now. Knowing the angry music playlist too well. 

"Want me to come home? Say the word and I'll turn her frown upside down." I type back. 

"Touch her, and I'll beat your ass myself." he types back. 

I chuckle at my phone. Dom was the closest to Angelo and Andre. We were all like brothers, but Dom was loyal to a fucking fault with our group. And he took the job of looking over Kylie seriously. I wanted to poke the bear. 

"If you want dibs, just say that Rossi." I reply.

"fuck you Costa." he replies back. 

I laugh and tuck my phone into the console of my car as I start it up to head back to the house.  Dominic would never fucking admit that his dick paid just as much attention to her as mine did. He was only lying to himself, he didn't fool me one bit. 

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When I walk in the guys are all in the living area, lounging around watching tv loudly, to drown out the music blaring loudly from the third floor.

"She still pouting?" I ask with a little grin. 

Dominic glares at me and Banks shakes his head with a laugh.

"Don't know what you did to her...but you really pissed her off." he says with a knowing smile. 

I shrug. "At least I kept that Farrell chump from dippin his dick into her." 

Dominic rolls his eyes. He didn't like me even talking about the possibility of guys hooking up with her.

I walk into the kitchen and pull out leftovers.

After heating them up, I pull them out, and smile when I hear her angry steps coming down the steps. the television volume turns down and I hear her feet stop in the kitchen and she huffs. 

I turn as I lift a fork full of the pasta she made a few nights ago to my mouth and stop, my eyes widening. God, I loved her workout clothes. 

She was wearing a purple spots bra with a zipper down the middle and matching tight fucking stretchy pants. She had probably a c cup, and her tits were pressed nice and tight in her sports bra, her soft looking midriff showing. My tongue wanted to taste her. All off her. I wanted to bathe the girl with my fucking tongue. Specifically between her legs. 

"You're drooling." she says, narrowing her eyes and then walking over and shoving me aside and I fork the food into my mouth, chewing as her little shove barely makes me move as she reaches for water bottle. I step back to look at her from behind, smirking as she pushes up on her tip toes, to reach for one of the water bottles we keep at the top shelf for when we workout. 

I set my fork down, swallow my food. 

"Let me get that for you sweetheart." I say and move behind her, pushing my crotch to her ass as I lean over and she scoffs in disgust.

"Kaz" she snaps. 

I wrap an arm around around her, slipping my hand onto her stomach as I reach above her, and I feel her suck in a breath. I grind against her slightly, keeping my hand on the shelf. 

"Gonna go blow off some steam sweetheart?" I ask as I pin her to the counter, grabbing the pink water bottle Dominic bought for her and setting it down. 

"You are such a-" she gasps mid sentence as I grind into her again, this time my dick is harder, and growing harder each fucking second as I slide my hand over her stomach. 

"Kaz" she whispers shakily.

"Yeah baby?" I ask quietly as I dip my head down and place a kiss right below her ear. 

she exhales and I grin. I kiss the same spot as I grind against her again. 

I was losing my grip on my willpower here, it was hard as hell to keep my hands off her, keep my eyes off her, to remind myself I was supposed to stay away from her. And keep other guys away from her. 

"I need to blow off some steam too" I say and then kiss down her neck and her breath hitches, her head falling to the side away from my mouth, leaning to give me better access. Fuck. She wasnt even trying to pretend she wasn't affected. 

"You smell so fuckin good" I groan. 

"Kaz" she whimpers. 

"What the hell is going on?" Dom's voice erupts from behind us, making me pull back as Kylie jumps, her ponytail swinging behind her as she gasps and looks at Dom. 

"I...I .." she stutters, but then realizes it's not her that's in trouble. She's not the one his angry gaze is meant for. 

"Kylie...get your water." he says and I smile at him and then look to Kylie watching her nod and then grab her water filling it and then ducking around him, avoiding his gaze and then he looks at me. 

Once the door shuts to the front of the house, Dom walks over and slaps me upside the head. 

"Ow" I laugh and rub my head. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" he seethes. 

"Man...you saw her...fuck" I still rub my head. 

"We're not all able to control ourselves like you." I say as the other two walk into the kitchen. 

"Keep your fucking hands off her." he snarls. 

"I shouldnt have to fucking tell you this." he adds. 

"If Angelo or Andre-"

"Cut the shit Dom" I laugh interrupting him. "We all know why you really don't want us messing with her. Cause you're laying in bed jerking it to her at night just like the rest of us." I say. 

His nostrils flare.

I just laugh and Banks bites back his laughter as does Trent. Trent was more on Dom's side of things, he didnt mess around with Kylie like me and Banks did. He took watching over her seriously, but he was also more lax with her. He didn't really stop her from talking to guys if he saw it, unless they started to touch her or get too close. 

"Listen." Trent says deescalating the situation. "We all find her attractive. But we can't go messing around with her, even teasing her the way you and Banks do. It's gotta stop. It's clearly making it hard for you to stay the fuck away from her."

Dom nods.

I roll my eyes. 

"What we need to do is have an ass night." Banks says and I smile. Ass nights, were just parties. Parties we held in the beginning of the year, to observe all the new girls. The new ass, and invite one or two back to our bedrooms. 

"Yeah." I nod. 

Dom rolls his eyes. "Fine." 

Trent nods in agreement too. We hadn't had a party yet this year because of Kylie. It wasn't smart to host a party and invite guys into the house, making it easier for her to talk to them. 

"What do we do about the nut cracker?" I ask them. 

"Lock her up in the attic ?" I ask , not being serious but just wondering what the fuck were supposed to do. 

"We cant enjoy the party or find girls if were babysitting all fucking night." Trent says. 

Me and Banks nod in agreement. 

Dom looks around at us. 

"We let her do whatever the hell she wants." he says. 

All of us jerking our heads back.

"Excuse me...im sorry...what did you say?" I ask him. 

"Within reason." he says , his jaw ticking. 

"She's not happy." he says. 

"And if I have to listen to that fucking play list one more fucking time" he grumbles and we laugh. 

"Yeah..fuck." Banks shakes his head. 

"Fine..so...we allow her to talk to them..and what else? You know she's not looking to fucking TALK" I tell them. Dom mainly. 

His jaw ticks again. 

"She can talk and dance. Anything other than that. No." Dom says. 

I huff a laugh. Because if she knew we were standing around dictating her evening and what she was allowed to do and not do, she'd blast that angry playlist of her all fucking week long.