EroticReverie

Cassius "Kaz" Costa

"This shit isn't fair." I say to Banks as we both stand on the opposite side of the crowded room watching Kylie talk with a few guys. 

The party had been going for hours now , and we should all be making our way around talking to the new freshman girls , getting ourselves set up for the night, securing a fuck fest for ourselves. But instead we're all barely socializing and instead watching little Balistreri get shit faced and laugh at whatever these fuck faces are saying to her. They couldn't possibly be that funny. 

Ontop of the fact Dom gave us strict rules to lay off her tonight, and to leave her alone, we were stuck watching her look hot as shit wasting her time with chumps that couldn't last longer than three minutes in the bedroom. Not that i'd know, I just assume by the way they fucking look. 

We had a dress code for our parties and Kylie was murdering the fucking competition in the little number she was wearing. It was a baby pink short mini dress. The straps were made of rhinestones or some shit , and the fabric of her dress was all sparkly and without even moving the lights made her dress sparkle. She also had on a thin diamond choker that fit fucking perfectly around that slender neck of hers.  Her long brown hair was done up in a perfectly smooth bun. She had a ton of fucking makeup on and fake lashes, the whole nine yards. While she was fucking hot as shit without all that crap on her face, I have to admit, she looked damn fucking good with it on too. She'd already abandonned her little strappy heels she had on, which now had her at her regular height, and fuck she looked cute as shit. 

Her dress was backless and all I could think about was putting my hands all over that bare skin and peeking up under that short little fucking dress to see if she'd forgone the panties along with a bra. 

"Tell me about it." Banks takes a long pull on his drink, finishing the finger of whiskey in one gulp and setting his empty glass down. 

The one guy standing closest to her leaned down to speak closer to her ear, making me scrub my jaw as I watched her nod and look at him as he pulled back with a smile. He took her fruity little drink from her and set it down then took her hand and pulled her into the inner part of the room where people were dancing to some electronic song that was on the playlist we set up. 

As soon as Kylie's arm lifted to slip her hand behind the guys neck , he touched her lower back to pull her in as they started to dance, I stood up straight, ready to move in across the room and rip that fuck by the collar of his shirt, I feel a hand clap down on my shoulder.

"Don't." Dom's authoritive voice growls. 

I pause and turn my head, shooting him a look. 

"He's got his fuckin hands on her." I say, shooting my hand to gesture towards them.

"They're fucking dancing." he says. 

"They don't need to be that close to dance." I say. 

He gives me a look. 

"If you embarrass her in front of the entire party, you think that shit is gonna go over well?" he asks and I snarl and jerk my shoulder from under his hand and since I myself have had a few drinks, I don't heed Dom's warning and bust my way through the crowd.  I hear Dom call after me but I don't look back. 

She's moving her perfect fucking ass, her body moving all over the fucking guy as I approach and tap the guy on the shoulder, then toss my thumb over my shoulder. His brows pinch at first, until his tipsy fucking ass realizes who I am. 

Her eyes are wide as the guy steps away and I slide into his place. As she goes to probably hand me my ass verbally, I cut her off.

"Shut up" I say and put my hand even lower on her fucking back, right above her ass as I pull her to me, her eyes widening as I move against her to the music.

"You're such a prick" she says. 

"Again, shut up" I say and take her hand and lift it, putting it on my neck, just the way she had it on his. 

"You're such a fucking man." she says, her nails digging into my neck. My jaw clenching as she flutters her eyes sarcastically.

"Such a big tough guy Kaz coming over here and scaring off yet another fucking guy" she says narrowing her eyes. They were glossy, and she was most likely drunk. She'd had quite a few of those fruity little fuckin drinks she made herself. 

"Weren't you told to leave me alone?" she asks, but she's dancing with me, even if she's verbally being a little feisty brat. 

"Yup." I say. 

"But I do what I fuckin want sweet heart" I say and I slide my hand down over her ass, grabbing it, knowing her backside is faced away from Dom and the others. Her eyes bulge. 

"And you know what I fuckin want Kylie?" I ask and her mouth parts as I lean down , my hand still grabbing her tight fucking ass through her dress. 

I feel her shake her head slightly as I bring my mouth to ear. 

"To see you out of this fuckin dress." I say, my fucking brain not allowing me any god damn will power. She was lethal, undeniable, and was going to get me into a mess of fuckin trouble. 

I feel her chest rise on a gasp as she pulls back and looks up at me. 

My other hand lifts and her eyes flare as I grab ahold of her jaw. Her breath hitches, and I turn her head and bring my mouth back to her ear. 

"Do you want me to take you out of your little dress Kylie?" I whisper. Gripping her jaw harder, hearing her gasp alongside my ear. 

"yes" she exhales and I half don't believe it. 

"You have been driving me fucking crazy for months." I tell her and she pushes herself into me, her hands grabbing hold of my shirt. 

"Kaz" she whines my name. 

My hand slips from her jaw and around to the nape of her neck and I sink my fingers into her tightly done hair, grabbing at it below her bun and I pull just enough to send a little pain through her. Her eyes are wide and looking at me as I look down at her. 

"Tell me what you want me to do once I have you out of that fuckin dress." I say, my jaw so fucking tight as I fight the urge to rip it off her right here. 

 She inhales and I dip my head back down and brush my lips over her ear. 

"I want you" I growl in her ear. 

"Im sick of fucking pretending I don't want to throw you down and fuck the shit out of you everytime I fuckin look at you" I admit and her hands grip my shirt harder, and she nods. 

"do it" she moans into my ear. 

I toss a look over my shoulder, Dom is glaring daggers, Banks has his brows raised, and Trent is just shaking his fuckin head at me. 

I give a sly little smirk. They're just fuckin jealous I'm the first to break. They all want her right where I have her. They're fucking liars if they say otherwise. 

I turn back to Kylie who is looking at the guys too, but I grab her jaw again, making her look at me. 

I lower my face to hers and drag my tongue along her parted lips and her breath trembles and her mouth opens, her hand reaching up and sinking into my hair, grabbing it as she pulls me to her mouth. 

fuck. Yes. 

My hands are on her gorgeous face as our mouths finally break the tension that's been building and her tongue is sweet and soft and god damn demanding as the hot little thing basically crawls up me. Her arms pulling me down, so she can kiss me just how she fucking wants, and I let her control the kiss. Just to feel how much she wants it. 

"Kaz" she moans into my mouth. "Take me upstairs." she groans.