EroticReverie

Lily

“No.” I text Dylan back.

It’s been a few days since the fuck fest at Dylan’s and he has NOT stopped texting me. Sending me pictures of his cock, telling me how bad I want it. I just roll my eyes at every unwanted dick pic. 

Dylan was a fucking asshole. Not only was he disrespecting me by being so damn persistent on us hooking up alone together. He was disrespecting Emily and Jay too. And he didn’t care. No matter what I said. 

“Think about how hard I fuck you Lily. Think about how good it feels to have a cock that fits so fucking perfect inside of you.” He replies. 

I roll my eyes again. He wasn’t wrong. His cock was the perfect size for me. Just the slightest bit on the side of being too much. But I didn’t obsesses over it. Not the way I did with Jays. It didn’t matter if I told Dylan he was fucking delusional to think I’d ever prefer him over Jay. The bastard was so cock sure of himself that he doesn’t even believe me. 

“Meet me at my house.” He types. 

“Dylan, NO” I type back. 

“Yes Lily.” He replies. 

“You’re such a bastard. Stop texting me.” I type.

——

There was another party tonight. One I normally wouldn’t go to but now that i was with Jay, I was going. 

It’s a beach party, and Jay picks up me and Emily. We meet Dylan there. 

I’ve got a hot pink string bikini on and a pair of small jean shorts and my sandals are already abandoned as I walk along side Jay. His arm swung over my shoulder as I wrap my arm around his back. My hair is up in a ponytail and Jay is wearing black swim trunks and a black muscle tee. 

A few of his friends greet him and he introduces me to them as his girlfriend and my heart and stomach do little fluttery things because of the way he says it and the way he looks at me as if he’s so proud to say that I’m his. He calls ME the adorable one. But really.he’s the one too cute for his own good. 

“You want a drink?” One guy asks holding out a cup of beer to me. 

“Sure thanks” I say and Jay lifts his hand and pushes the guys hand away. 

“I’ll get her drink for her.” He says and my head goes back slightly. 

The guys laughs. “What? My beer isn’t good enough for her?” He asks. 

“Said I got it.” Jay says and slips his hand down my back and pulls me to the side and we walk past the shrugging friend of his. 

“That was rude” I say to him. 

He looks down at me. 

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to take a drink from a stranger?” He asks. 

“But he’s your friend” I say. 

“Dont care. I don’t trust anyone. You never know. I’ll be the one pouring your drinks” he says and I smile. 

“Okay” I say not arguing because there was nothing more to “argue” over. He was right and his care to watch out for me had me swooning. 

——

I ignore the eyes Dylan tries giving me several times throughout the evening and he doesn’t get a chance to get me alone because Jay is right by my side the entire time. Never leaving me out. Making sure to engage me into the conversations he has with his friends. 

Whenever girls come around and give him flirty smiles he makes sure to pull me close and introduce me as his girlfriend to them. Putting the cork in their attempt at flirting. 

Jay treated me exactly how a guy should. At every opportunity he was making sure that there was no question that he was loyal to me. The total opposite of his best friend. Dylan sneaks up behind us , placing a hand on my ass as he comes up along side me and I turn moving his hand from my back side. 

“Can I steal your girl for a bit?” He asks Jay and I roll my eyes. 

“No.” Jay says flatly and slips his arm around me and pulls me to him so I’m standing in front of him. His hand resting on my stomach and Dylan pinches his brow. 

“Em is over there” Dylan says. “We can trade” he says nodding across the beach to my sister who is drunk as a skunk and dancing among a group of people. 

“Nah” Jay says. “I’m good” 

Dylan laughs. “What? You threatened?”

Jay huffs a laugh. “Hardly.” 

“Then quit being a dick and let me steal her.” Dylan says and looks at me. His eyes on my tits and then on jays hand on my stomach. 

“Fuck off Dylan” I tell him. 

Jay hands slips down. His fingers slipping under the top of my jean shorts 

Both of us showing him that I’m jays. Not his. 

“She tell you she’s been texting me?” Dylan says taking a sip. 

“You mean YOU have been texting ME.” I argue. 

“She tell you she’s been looking at pics of my cock the past two days?” He says and step forward but Jay pulls me back.

“Pictures I didn’t ask for! And told you to stop sending!” I yell at him. 

Typical fucking Dylan. 

“We both know you enjoyed them Lily” Dylan says with a smirk. 

What was his problem? 

“Listen Dylan, you’re drunk and fucking out of line right now. Maybe you should walk away before you piss me off” Jay says. 

Dylan scoffs. 

“We all know she wants it. You’re just fucking jealous I can fuck your girl better” he says his voice slurred and Jay takes a deep breath. 

“You’re drunk so I’m gonna give you a pass.  Now get lost.” Jay says and Dylan grunts and looks me up and down. 

“See you later Lily” he says 

“Yeah. No. “ I say shaking my head and Dylan walks away smiling. 

“God he is such a fucking ass” I say and then reach into my back pocket and turn around and take my phone out and open it and bring up Dylan’s texts and hand my phone to Jay. 

He takes it with a confused look. 

“What’s this?” He asks. 

“So you can see that I did NOT ask him for those picture nor entertain him and his incessant begging” I say and Jay just clicks the screen off and reaches around and tucks my phone back into my pocket. 

“You didn’t even look” I say. And he pats my pocket and then grabs my ass and pulls me to him. 

“I don’t need to look. You think I don’t trust you?” He asks. 

“Well….no..but” I say and he leans down and his nose nudges mine. 

“I’m not worried about you entertaining him, but if he keeps bothering you, just tell me. And I’ll take care of it.” He says and kisses my nose. 

“Okay” I say and he smiles and takes my chin lifting it and kisses me on the mouth and my hands go to his chest as I kiss him back. 

The difference between Jays confidence and Dylan’s , is that Jay had every reason to be confident. He was a catch. He was perfect , in every way. Dylan on the other hand. I did NOT envy my sister for putting up with him. 

I can’t stop kissing him, his mouth melts against mine and his lips belong on mine. His hand on my chin move around and he grabs the back of my neck possessively yet gently as he parts my lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. 

I slide my hands up his chest and wrap my arms around his neck as I push up on my top toes to press my mouth harder to his, to let my tongue have more of his mouth as I press mine back against his. He groans into my mouth as his hand at my neck drops down my back and then straight down the middle of my ass. Grabbing the center of my shorts. His fingers pressing into my pussy through my shorts. 

“Jay” I whimper and he grins against my mouth. 

“Yeah baby?” He asks and softly pecks my mouth and then looks at me. 

“I need you” I whimper and he smiles. 

“Need me to take care of you Lily?” He asks and I nod. 

“Alright” he says and kisses me. 

“Come on , let’s go find a spot” he says.