EroticReverie

Joliette

“Did you, um…do you want to come in?” I ask Carver as he puts his foot on the break and stalls in my driveway to my house. 

I lick my lips as he moves his hand to the gear shift and puts it into park and looks over at me. 

“I do.” He says and I inhale slowly. 

“Okay” I say nervously and then undo my seatbelt and he shuts off the car. 

“Bellamira” he says as I reach for the door to get out and I stop and turn in my seat and look to him. God , he was so fucking attractive.  It wasn’t fair for any man to look that good. 

“Yeah?” I ask and hope he doesn’t notice how breathy my response was. 

“I don’t expect anything to happen when I come in.” He says and I blink and nod once. 

“Okay” I say softly and his eyes are on my mouth and I feel my pussy muscles clench as he runs his tongue over his lip ring and bites it softly. 

“But I need you to know…” he says and I swallow audibly as he pauses. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to you kissing me.” He says and I blink. Stunned at the casual bluntness. 

I open my mouth to say something and I don’t even know what I want to say. 

“I….” I start. 

“I have a boyfriend.” I say quietly. 

“Yeah, about that…” he says and he leans in slightly and brings his face close to mine and his scent assaults my every nerve as my nipples tweak in my bra. 

“We’re going to have to change that” he says and I exhale shakily. My throat forgetting how to swallow. 

“Why?” I ask quietly as my entire body begs me to kiss him. To run my tongue over his pierced lip and catch it between my teeth. 

“Because he’s a punk. And I don’t like him for you” he says and his eyes look at over my face. 

“Hes …he’s not usually like that” I reply and he shakes his head slightly. 

“Dont care” he says and then lifts his hands to my face and I close my eyes cursing as I feel his large hand on my cheek, the metal of his rings against my skin. I think about how good that hand felt at the small of my back when he caught me from falling into the bog when he’d startled me. 

I let out an audible whimper as his thumb skims the line of my lower lip. 

“Youre far to sweet for someone like him” he says , his voice low and seductive and god what was I doing. I was getting so fucking wet from just him touching my face. I’d end up like Niagara Falls if this man ever touched me anywhere that I’d imagined those hands on me. 

“I am?” I ask and lift my lashes and look at him as he smiles just a tiny bit and nods. 

“So…sweet” he says as his thumb slides over my lower lip again and my breath hitches. 

“I…” I start to speak and instead I let my tongue slip from mouth to taste the pad of his thumb and I watch his nostrils and eyes flare as I draw my tongue back and press my lips to his thumb kissing it. 

“I don’t think I should come inside” he says , his voice a slight groan and I feel my brows pinch slightly in disappointment. 

I wanted to ask why. But I knew why. I had a boyfriend.  Regardless of the quality of boyfriend I had, I wasn’t a cheater. Also, if Carver came in , I couldn’t guarantee I’d want to put my lips on his. To taste more of him that just the skin of his thumb. 

I knew that if I let Carver come in, I was going to end up begging him to put himself inside of me. Fingers, tongue, cock and all. I would so easily give myself to him no questions asked. Which made me wonder why I had been thinking of letting Briar have me. I didn’t want Briar to be my first. I wasn’t in love with him.  I just wanted to end this need I had to get rid of this pesky virginity that I’d been holding onto. But Carver? I would give it to him gladly. I decided in that moment, that Briar would not be the one taking my virginity. I decided that I’d held onto it this long and that I wanted to give it to someone who didn’t make me hesitate to let them have me. Someone like Carver. 

“Yeah” I say exhaling as he slips his hands from my face. 

“You probably shouldn’t” I say as he runs his hand through his dark hair and then sits back in his seat his head going back. 

“You need to go inside now Bellamira” he says without looking at me. 

I lick my lips and nod to myself because he’s not looking at me. 

“Thanks for the ride” I saw and he nods and looks out the side of his drivers window. 

“You’re welcome” he says. 

“Monday. At seven?” I ask and he turns his head and I can feel the tension making the car buzz with an invisible electricity and his jaw clenches. 

He’d told me at the bog that he goes there by himself all the time.  Told me he’d be there Monday and seven pm. 

He gives a slight nod. 

“I’ll see you then I guess” I say softly and he groans and he his hand comes quickly to my face and he pulls me in making me gasp as our lips almost touch and I pant. 

“If you come to the bog Bellamira… you better be single. Because I’m going to kiss the fuck out of your sweet mouth” he says and I whimper as his hands slips behind me and grabs my hair gently at the back and grips it in his fist. 

“Okay” I say and he groans. 

“Fuck, you need to leave right now” he says and his mouth breathes heavy over mine and his lips brush slightly over mine as he speaks and I feel the cool metal of that silver lip ring against my mouth and I fight the urge to bite his lip. I’d never wanted anything so bad in my entire life and I couldn’t believe I was sitting in Carvers car. The guy I’d secretly pined for , for what seemed like forever. 

“I can’t” I whimper quietly and he groans and I gasp and groan as his teeth take hold of my lower lip and he bites it hard. 

“Leave” he growls with my lip in his teeth and I want to cry from how fucking bad I wanted him. Cry from imagining stripping down and sitting in his lap and riding his cock that was rumored to be huge. 

He groans and his tongue licks my lip and then pulls back as he throws himself back into his seat. His hands going to the steering wheel. 

“Get out of the car Bellamira” he groans and looks at me as I just blink my mouth open and breathing breathlessly. 

“Please” he groans. “Fuck. Don’t look at me like that” he says and licks his lips. 

“Get out” he says and it’s not cruel but it’s pleading and I do. I rip my eyes from his frustrated beautiful face and get out and close the door and almost run to my door before I get back in his car and beg him to add to the to dull pain in my lip from where he bit me. 

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Once inside my house.  I don’t even bother going to my room, it’s dark inside and I know my parents are asleep and the need to tend to my aching clit is too intense for me to be good and at least go to my room first. 

I drop my purse with my phone inside as I lean against my front door and lift my shirt with one hand and slide it down into my shorts. Not even bothering to unbutton them first. I like the tight confined space of working for it with my hand in my tight shorts and I slide my finger into my panties and push my head against the door as I push two fingers hard against my clit. 

I curse at the instant relief and start to rub myself so fucking hard and fast. I was normally softer with my touches when I masturbated. Petting myself slowly and softly. But as I keep replaying the bite of his teeth on my lip 

How hard he had bitten me. I roughly rub my clit and push my hips forward into my own touch as I moan his name quietly. 

It was the fastest I’d ever cum. Probably in part due to the minutes of intensity between us in the car. The foreplay to my self love. 

I let out a tiny cry as I cum , panting and my legs wobbling as I stand there and then my hand shoves down further into my shorts  and I slip two fingers inside of myself and I arch my back against the door. Fingering myself as deep as I can. Working for it with the constricted movement due to my tight shorts. I curl my fingers and push them over my g spot and cry softly at how good it feels. I close my eyes as I breathe heavily imagining Carvers fingers inside of me. Fucking me with those big hands of his and I bite my lip where he bit it and I cum as I taste blood , imagining it’s carvers teeth sinking into my lip , his fingers im soaking as I cum again even harder. I can feel my cum soak my panties, My shorts and some dripping down out of my shorts and my thighs as I move my fingers more and more , making myself cum again and making a mess of myself inside the door of my home. 

After my third orgasm I can feel the heat of my cheeks and my chest and collect my purse and whimper as I walk. Feeling the wet mess of my pussy lips rubbing together and then go to my bed room. 

I strip down and touch myself. Running my hands all over my body as I place them everywhere I want Carvers hands. A small sting of guilt pricks at me when I know I should be thinking of Briar. But Briar didn’t make me feel this crazy. He didn’t make me this horny and hot and wet.  

I go to my bedside drawer and pull it open. Grabbing a dildo and laying myself down. 

“Carver” I whisper his name into the darkness of my room as I run the dildo over my sex and let the tip push into me. 

“Fuck me” I moan. “Please, fuck me” I whine as I continue to tease myself with the toy and my cunt grabs ahold of the toy as I push it in and gasp. My eyes closed imagining him inside of me. Hovering over me and his blue eyes on my mouth as it parts on a small cry as I fill myself , pretending it’s him. 

I usually make sure to go slow. To be quiet. Too paranoid that my parents will hear me masturbating. 

But I’m bucking my hips as I fuck myself hard and fast.  Harder than I ever had. I make it hurt. Make myself imagine taking his rumored “too big” cock inside of myself. 

“Fuck Me” I cry out , whimpering as I gasp and my body jerks when I hit so deep inside of myself my body makes me stop momentarily from the pain 

“Carver” I cry as I listen to the wet noise of my pussy taking the toy in and out. The slurping sucking noise of my virgin pussy pulling it in with every thrust I give with my hand. 

“Oh my god” I cry as I imagine him cumming. Imagine him filling me with my very first load of cum. Imagine his hot cum seeping from the sides of my pussy as he keeps fucking me and makes his cum push out of my pussy.  I angle the dildo and make it press to my g spot as I cum. My body squirming and sweating with desire as I make myself cum to the thought of Carver , imaging the sexy things he might say as I came around his cock. 

I’m up all night. Making quiet repeat performances , and I lose track of how many times I make myself cum. 

He’d all but bitten my lip and my body was already his. All night, till sometime before the sun comes up , I fuck an imaginary Carter so many times that I don’t even wake up till well past noon the next day.