EroticReverie

Kitty Lozano

Royce didn't talk to me all week. Which, was fine with me. I didn't need him playing knight in shing G Wagon and designer clothes to my little brother or my family. That's not what we were. That wasn't the level we were on. We never would be on that level. I knew what life Royce had ahead of him, and what kind of life I ahead of myself, and they didn't line up. I didnt want to let him save us, knowing that eventually we'd just be some sob story he told his future wife, about the white trash girl he hooked up with in highschool whose family lived on the outskirts in the bad part of town. I wouldnt let myself be the damsel to him. 

It's Saturday afternoon and my mom took the day off even if she knows she can't afford to, because she never misses our birthdays. As she brings out bags and bags of decorations, I look at her. Because it's not dollar tree bags that she pulls out, its Party City bags, with enough spider man decorations to decorate the whole damn house. 

"Mom, we can't afford this stuff" I say pulling out the special paper plates and cups with spider man on them. 

"Dont worry about it." she says simply. "I wouldnt have bought it if we couldnt afford it." 

She says and I sigh and dont say anything. Because that was my mom. She was too good at pretending everything was fine when it wasnt. 

As I'm pulling out the streamers and cardboard displays of spider man and the little traingle shaped banner streamers , I hear the familar engine of a certain G Wagon rumbling down our street and pulling into our driveway. 

A smile smile crosses my mothers face. 

"Did he do this?" I say slapping down the streamers.

"Did who do what?" she says blinking as if she's completely aloof. 

"Mom!" I hiss at her. 

"I dont know what youre talking about Kitty" she says with a shrug. 

I scowl, my lips pinching as I head the engine cut off and his door open and shut, and then hear more doors opening and shutting. 

I look out the side window and see him juggling multiple gift bags and a sheet cake in his hand and I let out a deep calming breath. That does NOT end up calming me. 

"Kitty...let that boy do what he wants. He's a good boy. He wants to do something nice for your brother. Don't give him shit." she says and I whip my head. 

"So you're on HIS side?" I say angrily. 

"I'm on my sons side. Your brother deserves a nice birthday party. I dont see what the big deal is, letting Royce help out if he wants to. He clearly cares about you. Quit being a brat." she says and my jaw drops. 

"I cant believe you." I say and look over to the back door as he pulls it open. 

"A little help" my mother nudges me and my nostrils flare as I walk over to the back door and carefully take the sheet cake from him, and look down at the Spider man cake, with color full frosting and spider man figurines placed throughout.  It was a great cake. Trevor would love it.  

"Hey." I mutter in greeting as he shuffles in sideways through the door.

"Hey yourself Kitty cat" he says and I toss him an eye roll and carry the cake inside. 

"Hey Miss Lozano" he says following me inside and setting down the bags as my mother turns while opening a package of decorations.

"It's Lauren" my mother says and sets down the decorations and turns to him, walking over and grabbing him by the arms and pulling him down to kiss his cheek.

"thank you again for all your help, Trevor will never forget today" she says. "and neither will I..thank you" she says and my mothers voice almost cracking makes my eyes prick with tears. 

"And neither will Kitty, isnt that right Kitty?" she says, prompting me to turn with a sigh as I set down the cake. 

"Pretty sure she'll always remember it for different reasons." he says. I eye him and cross my arms. He gives me a wink with a smile that I can't stand, because he looks so hot today. He looks hot everyday, but today he had on dark jeans and fucking dark black shirt, with a spider man face on it. fucker. 

"Well, i'll let you two decorate the back of the house." she says and pats the decorations in the bags. 

"I'm going to go take a quick shower" she says and smiles at Royce. 

"Thank you again." she says and walks over and cups his face like he's the most precious thing in the world to her right now. 

"It's nothing." he says modestly. My mother pats his cheek and then turns and looks at me, mouthing "be nice." I roll my eyes and walk over to the table as I start to grab the bags. 

"Missed you this week." he says from behind me, and I tense, feeling him walk up behind me and place his hands on my hips. Today I was wearing black fishnets and short black shorts and had on a black tank top and red lacey bra which straps were showing, and had on my black platform shoes.

"That's nice." I say , trying not to let my voice convey how shaky his touch was making me.

"How mad at me are you right now?" he asks softly, his hands sliding up and under my tank top to my stomach and his rubs one hand over my navel, and pulls me into him a bit more and I sigh. 

"Very." I answer, but the defeated sound of my voice lets him know I'm not mad enough to be able to deny his touch right now. Because, I'd missed it. Missed him. Even if I didnt want to. 

"Wanna go downstairs and slap me around?" he asks and I can't help the tiny laugh that bubbles up out of me and I feel his grin as he pushes his mouth to my neck. 

"You can choke me, tell me how much you hate me while you ride my dick" he whispers. 

"fuck you" I say quietly as his hand slips up and pushes over my bra. His hand pauses and he immediately notices the loss of my nipple rings that I didnt bother to put back in when he left that day. 

"This for me?" he asks , grinding himself into my ass as he pinches my nipple through the lace of my bra. 

"No." I lie. 

The shower starts upstairs and he whispers into my ear. 

"Is anyone else home right now?" he asks. I swallow and shake my head. 

"So I can do this?" he asks and lifts up my tank top above my bra, and I nod. 

"And this?" he asks as he pulls down the front of my bra until my nipples peek out, and he tugs it down further as I nod. 

He's hovering over my shoulder, looking down at my tits as he cups them in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers. 

"You done being stubborn?" he asks. 

"Fuck off." I whisper as I arch my back, my breasts wanting more of his hands on them, he takes the hint and palms both of them and I sigh, biting my lip and he kisses my neck. 

"If I want to spoil your brother...I will...you understand?" he asks , his hands gripping me roughly by my tits and I moan. 

"Fine" I surrender easily, knowing what's done is done, and that yes I'm stubborn, but, I just, dont want him doing that much for me. For my family. It fucked with the vibes of what we are, and made me feel things I didn't need to be feeling towards him. 

"And if I want to spoil your other brother, or your mom...I will" he says.

"But dont worry" he whispers. "I wont buy a single fucking thing for you..." he says and nips my neck. 

"I promise the only way I'll spoil you is with my mouth...or my dick" he says and I let out a moan

"whatever" I breathe. 

He slaps my breast and I groan and then spin around, a small smirk is on his face, before I all but maul him. Jumping up on him , his hands grabbing my ass as he lifts me up on the table, and I pull his mouth to mine with my hands on the back of his head. 

"Fuck" he groans in my mouth as our tongue push back and forth of each others, his hands going to my jean shorts and unbuttoning them. 

"Im so sick of your fucking attitude Kitty" he groans and bites my lip and I gasp as his hand shoves into my jean shorts, and he finds my clit. 

"fuck" he groans when his finger passes my clit finding that piercing removed too.

"I liked that one." he says and I bite his lip back. 

"I didnt ask what you liked" I say and he grins and slides his hand down, and finger up inside of me making me groan and my head goes back and I lean back on the table, my hands searching for space to brace themselves between all the bags as Royce fingers me and kisses down my neck to my chest and sucks on my nipple as I moan. 

"If were gone talk about piercings...you can take those fucking things out of your dimples." he says and then nips my hard nipple with a growl. 

"Cause i really...really fucking hate those." he says and I lick my lips. 

"Yeah? too bad, i like them" I moan as his finger fucks me faster, harder and a second slides in and I gasp. 

"They ruin your perfect fucking face" he growls and his tongue flicks at my nipple. 

"those fucking dimples" he groans. 

"make my dick so fucking hard" he says and then licks up over my nipple and lifts his mouth to mine and I kiss him, grabbing at his shirt as I break the kiss and look down, watching his arm move, his hand move in my shorts.

"oh god, right there" I tell him as I gasp and his fingers push against my g spot and I rock my hips, fucking his fingers. 

"I'll make you cum if you promise to take our those piercings" his fingers slow down. 

"fuck you" I moan. His fingers stop and I let out a needy cry.

"Royce" I whine, "dont stop" I plead. 

"I'm going to make you cum...and youre going to remove those fucking things from your face right after." he says and I whimper, his fingers daring me to tell him now as they massages my g spot. 

"You're not my boyfriend" I argue and he shoves his fingers deeper, passing my g spot. 

"doesnt matter...you're still mine" he says and I let out a panting breath. 

"and i miss those fucking dimples" he groans. "so fucking much" 

"F-fine" I stutter, only because it was hot hearing him tell me how bad he had it for my dimples. It turned me on that a part of me i never really liked, he loved. That whatever flaws I thought I had, he fucking thought they were the best things about me. 

"mmm" he groans. "fuck" he kisses me , his tongue pushing over my tongue ring, but I knew he wouldnt ask me to get rid of that, he liked it too much on his cock. 

"make me cum" I cry, my hands sliding up behind his neck. He grins. His fingers going back to working my spot, and I was so fucking wet, making a mess of his fingers , panting and whimpering as I got closer and closer. His mouth brushing my neck and back down to my tits, he grabbed one with his free hand, hard, and bit my nipple, making me cry out. 

I came hard, gasping for a breath that was stuck in my throat as my eyes flutters back in my head and my hips bucks wildly and I cursed as I felt him make me flood all over his fingers and hand. Cursing at him. Cursing his name and he groans my name. 

I pant, my mouth hanging open as his fingers slow and he slides them out of my shorts, and lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them as I watch , breathing heavily. 

"Still mad at me?" he smirks as he licks my sex from his fingers and then licks his lips and I shake my head. 

"maybe a little" I say. 

The corner of his mouth lifts up. 

"You can hate fuck me later." he says and I give a little laugh as I sigh , wanting to just fall back and take a nap right on the table. 

He grabs my face and makes me sit up, and kisses me softly. 

"I didn't do it to piss you off. I did it because ...you might think of me as just a fuck Kitty...but...I consider you my friend." he says and I push his hand from my face.

"You know I didnt mean that." I say to him. 

"Regardless, my friends are important to me...and you...well...you're like...probably the best friend i've got." he says. 

I grab his wrists and lower his hands from my face.

"Did you just call me your best friend Royce Vandenberg?" I tease, because my heart is thumping too wildly to take his confession seriously. 

"I spend more time with you than anyone else, even when you're fuckin shutting me out." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"And I actually LIKE spending time with you." he says.

"Cause we have sex." I say. 

He narrows his eyes. "Dont be a jerk. You know that's not the only reason." 

"Yeah, yeah...okay. " I say and then adjust my bra and pull down my shirt as he looks down and smiles slightly, lifting his hands to my sides and his thumbs reaching over my breasts and rubbing where my nipples are. 

"Cant believe you took them out for me." he says. 

"Whatever, it wasnt for you." I say. 

"Hmm." he lifts his hands to my face. 

His thumbs swipe gently over the dimple piercings. 

"I'll take them out later." I say and he smiles. 

"You dont have to." he says. 

"But....I do miss your dimples." he says quietly and leans in, kissing one decorated dimple, then the other , his lips are soft and barely there as my eyes flutter closed and his lips comes to my own and he kisses me softly. 

"I dont want you to think i want you to change for me...you could pierce every damn part of yourself and I'll still wanna put my dick in you." he says making a joke of it. 

I roll my eyes with a little laugh. "of course you would." 

"I just happen to like your dimples and unhealthy amount, and it pissed me off seeing them pierced." he says and I fight a little smirk. 

"So which is higher on the fetish list...my fishnets or my dimples?" I tease.

"dimples." he answers. "No question...i fucking love them." 

I lick my lips and bite my lower lip, as I look at him. 

The shower upstairs stops and we both take notice. 

"We should probably decorate." he says. 

"Otherwise your mom will come down and know i've been feeling you up and smoochin on you in her house." he says making me laugh. 

"Pretty sure she knows we do more than that when shes NOT around." I say. 

his brows lift and he blushes slightly. 

"You think she knows? Really?" he asks. 

I laugh. 

"um, yeah." I say. 

"She's not born yesterday Royce..why else would the towns shining star visit the town trash so often?" I laugh but he flinches.

"I hate when you say that shit." he says.

I cock a brow." What?" 

"Calling yourself trash. You're not fuckin trash." he says almost angrily.

I pat his chest. "Whoa, calm down there killer. I have a dad in prison, pretty sure that qualifies me as trash." 

I jump slightly when he grabs my face again. 

"Quit saying that shit. right now. I never wanna hear you say that shit again." he looks at me, his eyes are fierce and I swallow with a little nod.

"Oh-ohkay" I stammer slightly. 

"Im serious." he says, his lips tightening. 

"Okay" I say and grab his arms and hold onto them as he still focuses his eyes on mine. 

"I got it." I say softly and he relaxes his hold on my face and slide his hands into mine and lower them. 

"Let's just go decorate okay?" I ask. He nods.

I chew my lip as we collect the bags, taking them out back, and I watch as he pulls out the tape to stick up the banners, watching him, with a little smile on my face. A dangerous, affectionate smile, as I watch Royce Vanderberg bulldoze over my heart by pushing his way in, forcing me to feel things for him that I've pushed away and out of mind. Knowing Im going to end up a sucker in the end. But, I can't help it as I watch the start football player of my school, hang up spider man decorations for my little brother, WHILE wearing a spiderman shirt.  Nobody else gets to see him like this, except me. 

He was right...even if we werent dating. I was still his, and I had been for far longer than I wanted to admit.