EroticReverie

Madalyn Mina Madden

Carden buys us dinner, we eat in the dining room, and he tells me about our first "date" tomorrow. I nod and agree. A museum sounds nice, and safe. I don't know what I would have said if he was trying to take me to a strip club or something similar for our date. But it seemed he knew what it would take to put his fathers mind at ease.  I don't linger around, or want to be in his way, so I excuse myself after dinner and go to my bedroom and pull out my lap top to finish up some of my papers for my online classes I'm taking. 

I'm not sure when I fall asleep, but I'm woken to a thumping noise and I lift my head , my cheek stuck to the keyboard of my laptop and look around. Blinking myself awake, it's dark out now, and dark outside even though the curtains are drawn on the floor to ceiling windows, I can tell there's no light behind them. It takes me a second to realize where I even am as the thumping continues and then there's faint muffled sounds of voices. 

I sit up, closing my laptop and setting it on the nightstand and walk over to the door, feeling my way along the wall in the dark as the thumping continues. I find the light switch and flick it on , my eyes flinching to the brightness, and I lift my arm over my eyes. 

"What the hell is that noise?" I grumble as I walk to the door and open it and step out into the hall. The rest of the house is dark other than a light far down the hall in the kitchen. When I turn towards Carden's room, I see a light and go to walk and knock on his door, but stop halfway to it, when my sleep brain registers what the thumping is. 

I stop in my tracks as I can hear the faint voices better now, still muffled, but it's clearly Carden and female. Screwing. 

I lift my hand to my face with a sigh and then drop it and jump when I hear a clear loud slap , making me jump and then the sound of the female letting out a loud scream of excitment. 

"More!" I hear her clearly, and then comes another smack. 

"YES DADDY!" she cries, and I cringe making a face. 

"Gross." I mutter quietly to myself and turn and walk back to my bedroom, closing the door quietly and flipping the light back off and crawling back into bed. 

It's not till over an hour later the fucking thumping ceases and the female's voice dies down. Another fifteen minutes later, I hear her and him walking in the hall. I roll my eyes and mutter a silent prayer that Carden's fuck fest is finally over. Because I'm not sure I can lay here much longer ignoring the sopping wet mess between my legs. It's been awhile since ive gotten any, and I did NOT want to masturbate to the sound of Carden fucking. Even if I had let myself imagine what the hell he must be doing to her with all the faint screams and loud noises that I could hear. And an hour? Who the hell had sex for an hour? 

I debate getting up out of bed, and yelling at him for being so inconsiderate..but..this was his home. Not mine. But I didnt think he was ACTUALLY going to be bringing women back while he was supposed to be "Dating" me. 

So I don't get out of bed, and I huff to myself , thankful for the piece and quiet, until I hear music five minutes later, and curse to myself. 

I didn't care that this was his house anymore, if he expected me to help him, expected me to live here, I needed some common fucking courtesy. It was one in the morning and he was blaring music from wherever he was. I throw my blankets off and stomp back through the dark, flipping on my light and then going out into the hall.  

The music was coming from the opposite end , so I slap my angry feet all the way across the large condo and to the other side where another hall is with rooms I didnt even inspect before. I throw open the door with the music blaring and as I go to open my mouth to yell at him, I stop. My eyes widening as I look to Carden, shirtless, in grey jersey style shorts, with a fucking erection that's tenting them as he does a pull up, muscles bulging and stomach tightened, and the shorts hang low on his hips, showing off a disgustingly fucking hot v shape , directing me right to the source of that womens screams. 

I shake my head, a lift my eyes, and he doesn't even notice me until I yell his name over the music. He pauses mid pull up and looks over. He's shocked at first but then gives me a big smile. 

He lowers himself, and walks over to his phone, pausing the music. 

"Sup Mina Mouse? Have a nightmare?" he asks and I scowl at him. 

"It's one am..do you think you can.. NOT blare music?" I scowl and cross my arms. 

I watch his eyes do a slow up and down survey of me, and then I realize in my frustrated rage I left my room in only underwear a t shirt, which barely covers my ass. 

"Sure thing Mina Mouse." he says and sets his phone down not turning the music back on. 

He walks back over to the pull up bar and looks at me. 

"Anything else?" he asks, looking down at my bare legs again and then back up. 

"Why are you working out at one am?" I ask, when I should just take the win and go back to bed.

"I always work out late." he says. 

"Even after all that cardio you did? Daddy." I say and I don't know why, even if I'm being a smartass, I should not be letting Carden know that I heard him and that girl. Maybe it's my cranky self, not liking being woken up and kept up for over an hour. 

I cross my arms over my chest as he gives me the most panty dropping grin I've ever received. He lowers his arms that were reaching for the pull up bar in his little gym and then walks over to me, licking his lips. 

I inhale slowly, because jesus christ, I could smell his sweat, could smell his leftover cologne and I think it was making my ovaries release every last egg they had to be fertilized by this man as he made my nipples tighten and my core ache. 

"Do us both a favor Mina Mouse..." he says, and I lift my chin higher, so I can look him in the eyes as he gets closer, and I ignore the raging erection in his shorts even as it threatens to poke my belly with how close he's standing. 

"wh-what?" I say shakily and he grins at me, and I hate how nervous I sound. 

"Don't call me Daddy, even if you're joking....and especially not when you're wearing nothing but a t shirt and little pink panties." he says and his jaw ticks as his eyes go from mine, to my mouth and down over my shirt. 

I drop my hands and pull at the hem of my shirt. 

"You....you don't know what color my panties are." I say and he smirks. My shirt wasn't THAT short. Was it? It covered the goods. Or at least I thought it did, and I wasnt even sure honestly what color panties I had on, just that they were fucking wet, and I couldnt think straight right now. 

"They're pink...like cotton candy....or bubblegum...almost pastel..." he says and I swallow and he grins. 

"Am I right?" he asks stepping closer and I gasp as his dick presses against me and I move back and he grins and licks his lip again. 

"I...I dont know...no" I say and he smiles. 

"Take a look." he says and my brows pinch.

"No." I answer and he grins. 

"You want to know why I work out in the middle of the night?" he asks and I swallow and blink and just shrug. Whatever would redirect the conversation from my panties. 

"Because the women I bring home, can never go long enough...they're burnt out after a few rounds...and because I cant fall asleep with a hard cock....and jerking off wont work either...so I come in here....and I fucking workout till that stamina is gone, and till im exhausted and have no choice but to go to sleep." he says and my jaw drops and I just stand there. 

"And you...coming in here....in those fucking little panties, calling me Daddy...even as a joke...makes me want to take you to my fucking bedroom and give you a real reason to call me Daddy." he says and I feel my breath whoosh from my open mouth , not even realizing I'd been holding it in. I swallow as he backs me up against the mirrored wall and he reaches to the hem of my shirt. My heart is racing a million miles a minute and my nipples are so fucking hard they hurt. I dont stop him as the backs of his fingers skim my upper thigh and he looks down as he lifts my t shirt.

"Pink." he says with a smile to himself as he looks at my panties. I inahle sharply as he lets a finger trace the top of my panties. "Like cotton candy." he says and the tip of his finger slips under the thin band of elastic and I gasp and he lifts his eyes and looks at me. 

"Since you're gonna be here awhile...maybe we should..." he says and skims that fingertip along the waist band. 

"You know.." he says with a smirk. 

"Have the benefits of being boyfriend and girlfriend." he says and I swallow. 

I wasn't his type. I wasn't five foot eight model material, and i wasnt stripper worthy either, he was just horny, and probably just fucking messing with me for complaining about his music and mentioning his late night friend. 

"That's not the deal." I say. 

He cocks a brow.

"It could be." he says. 

I shake my head, and I somehow manage to push his hand from my panties and his brows lift in surprise. I wonder how many times a woman has done that. Probably never. 

"No. It can't." I say firmly. 

"Work out your stamina on your own. I'm not here to be your bed mate Carden." I say and he half laughs. 

"Alright, misread this." he says.  "That's a first. My apologies Mina Mouse." he says putting his hands up in surrender and stepping back. 

Jesus, my panties wanted his finger tucked back inside them. But no, this was Carden Crawford. He slept with strangers daily. It didnt matter how how he was, or how big his dick looked in those shorts. He was a playboy, and just wanted to add me to the list of never ending women that rotated in and out his bed. And I wouldn't fucking share his bed with him and half of New York City. While his body and face might be a big fucking turn on, the rest of him...gave me a reality check. 

"Yeah, well..."I trail off, trying to think of something to say, but I've got nothing. 

"See you in the morning." I say and slip out of the gym room and book it down the hall and across the condo and into the other hall, and into my room, only taking a breath again when I've closed my door. 

I walk over to my bed and whimper to myself as I crawl back under the covers, so turned on and fucking horny that I want to just run back out the room and beg Carden to fuck every bit of my brains out. 

"Jesus fucking christ, what am i doing?" I whimper to myself and end up sliding my hand down my panties, biting my lip as my fingertips touch the skin where his finger grazed and I dip them down further, cursing when I find how wet I am. 

"Oh god" I whisper as I slip my finger along between my pussy lips. 

"Jesus" I breathe, finding myself so fucking soaked I'm surprised I wasnt dripping down my legs in front of Carden.

"mmm" I let out a soft moan as my eyes flutter shut as I drag my wetness back up to my clit and circle it. 

So much for not masturbating in Carden's home.