EroticReverie

Sadie

Because drinking while sporting a sprained ankle probably wasn't the best idea, I didnt join in when our friends decided to play drinking games after we all ate dinner. Even though I contemplated drinking when Bryan had told me what I already knew, that it wasnt the best idea. My stubbornness almost won out, just to show him that he couldn't tell me what to do. 

It was like the moments we'd had were gone when around our friends, he kept his distance with them around, even though I caught his eyes on me several times throughout the night, and I noticed that he also wasn't drinking. And Bryan was usually the drunkest out of all of us whenever our friends drank, at any party, he was always the one pushing himself to get beyond shitfaced, like some stupid badge of honor. Our friends teased him for it, and he'd just laughed, saying he didn't feel like drinking, and our stupid friends insisted on teasing him and calling him a pussy for it. So god damn juvenille. It secretly made me even more mad at them. Because they didnt even realize, like I did, what his reason for not drinking was. Because of me, because I couldnt drink, or was choosing not to. He was again, not leaving me all alone. 

It was well past midnight when he'd helped me get upstairs, and I think I slept to much during the day, that it had only made me even more tired, my body was dying to lay down again, my eyes heavy and my body sore from just sitting all god damn day. The screeches and howls of laughter and loud music from downstairs filtered into the room upstairs. 

"What are you doing?" I ask him as he carries me to the room he was sharing with a few of the guys. 

"Putting you to bed chipmunk" he says pushing the door open with his foot and carrying me in. 

"Wrong room." I say and he lets out a little laugh. 

"Mmm, pretty sure it's the right room." he says and I sigh. 

"You dont have to keep babying me Bryan, I'm fine, I promise I wont accidentally roll out of my bed and-"

"Just shut up shark bait." he says and I jerk my head to him, watching him smirk and then set me down on the full sized bed at the bottom of the bunk bed. 

"You're gonna make a drunk jackass take the top?" I ask. 

"Why, do you prefer to be on top?" he cocks a brow as he lays me down and I roll my eyes. 

"Shut up." I say getting his little sexual joke. He laughs, standing up straight and pulling his shirt from his body. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask, pushing up on my elbows, my eyes raking over his disgustingly perfect upper chest, the way his muscles flex. He wasn't overly loaded with muscles, he was toned and his biceps were something to behold as they flexed slightly. Just big enough, just large enough that they made me wonder how good they'd be at pinning my arms over my over head as he fu-...no. God damn it. Here I go again. 

"Taking my shirt off chipmunk" he says. 

"I usually sleep naked, but i'll be a gentleman and keep my boxers on." he says, undoing his button on his shorts and slipping them off so casually. 

"Bryan, you are not sleeping with me naked." I say. 

"Im not naked" he says with a smirk and then nods for me to scoot over.

"You might as well be!" I argue and gesture to his nearly naked form, the fucking boxer briefs that cling to thick thighs and fuck...his package. Jesus. I avert my eyes. 

"I mean...I can be if that's what you really want shark bait" he teases and then reaches over. 

"What are you doing!" I squeal and he laughs. 

"Oh calm down....im pretty sure you dont want to sleep in these." he says and starts to undo the shorts I'd put on earlier. 

"bryan!" I squeak as he laughs. 

"I've seen a girl in underwear before, I promise it's nothing I havent seen already" he says and I growl as he slips them down my legs and more carefully as he gets towards my ankles.

"I'm not other girls!" I argue.

He smiles, tossing my shorts and looks down at my legs, at the red panties I have on. 

"No ...you're definitely not, are you?" he says and looks back at up at me. 

My brown pinch, why was he doing this? Why was he making me want him? 

"Am I lucky enough to get that top off?" he smirks. 

I huff. "You wish." 

He smirks and then nods for me too scoot over and I do. Why was I not protesting more to be taken to my own god damn bed, where I didnt have to look at him, or smell him, or listen to him tease me and talk to me.

"Those are some hot panties." he says and I growl at him. 

"Keep your eyes OFF my panties Brennan" I snap and he laughs, pulling the covers up over me and himself as he sinks down and onto his side beside. 

"What about my hands, can those be on your panties?" he asks with a waggling of his brows. 

"No. They can NOT" I say narrowing my eyes at him and he laughs. 

"Is this why you brought me to your bed instead of my own, you think you can buy a girl some chocolates and she'll just drop her panties for you?" I ask with annoyance. Because I had to fucking stop this, to let him know I couldnt be swayed by one day of kindness. Him and me, we weren't a good idea. He was a player anyways, it didnt matter if he was being sweet, he'd just work me over like any other girl and then move onto the next. I didn't want to be one of Bryan Brennans notches on the bed post. 

"Sweetheart, it usually takes far less than that to get a girl to let me into her panties." he says smugly and I groan. 

"You're such a male." I say and shift away from him and onto my side, curling up and then my breath hitches as he moves closer and wraps his arm around me, scooping me up against him, spooning me. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, wiggling, trying to pretend I didnt like it at all, even though he was so fucking warm and his body felt too damn good to really protest as he nudges his nose into my hair. 

"Cuddling up to the cutest chipmunk I know." he says and I shut my mouth, because I really, really, hated him right now for being cute with me. 

"You're an ass." I argue and he chuckles and then lets out a soft hum. 

"If you say so." he says and then pulls me a bit tighter. 

I close my eyes and sigh, trying to let myself relax, trying not to get turned on. Even though that mission had already failed, several god damn times today. 

"Damn you smell so fucking good" he whispers against my ear making shivers slip down my spine and heat fill my lower belly and between my legs.

"It's called bathing, you should try it." I reply making him laugh softly against my neck. 

"You know....when you're mean to me shark bait....it only makes it worse." he says and then his lips brush my skin, right below my ear. I didn't have to ask what he meant, but I do anyways.

"Makes what worse?" I ask, my voice quiet, his hand splaying over my tank top at my torso. He pushes his hips forward and I inhale sharply feeling his hard cock nudge my ass.

"You know exactly what you do to me Sadie" he whispers.

"you're a pervert." I say almost breathlessly, and he groans when I push my ass back against him. 

"fuck" he murmurs quietly. "watch it chipmunk" he warns. 

"or what?"I ask, and he groans into my ear. 

"Or Im gonna slide those little panties aside and make you scream to god" he says and my nipples get so tight that they hurt and he presses and kiss to my neck and then his soft warm tongue licks the skin slowly and he groans, pushing his dick harder against me. 

"This isn't gonna happen Bryan" I say, not sure who i'm trying to convince.

"Okay." he says and keeps kissing my neck and instead of trying to urge his mouth away, I tily my head further into the pillows and let out a soft hum as his lips and tongue play along my neck, his hand moving slightly on my stomach. 

"But you want it to, don't you?" he asks and I whimper and he chuckles quietly against my skin. 

"fuck you" I say with a stupid little pant and he groans.

"You fit perfect against me" he whispers and I feel my eyelashes flutter as he speaks, because his voice sounds so fucking hot and his breath tickles my neck and his hand slides down, making me gasp, but instead of heading to my panties, it slips up under my tank top, resting on my bare stomach. 

"you're skin is so damn soft" he whispers, kissing my neck against, his hand moving over my stomach and his fingers grazing around my navel, tickling the skin making me shiver. 

"Bryan" I whisper his name. 

"Hmm?" he hums and kisses down the slope of my neck to my shoulder, to the ball of my shoulder where he then bites it gently and I moan. 

"you like being bit?" he asks and his teeth do it again, harder this time and I hiss softly. 

"no" I answer. 

"Liar" he replies and I can hear the smile in his voice and his mouth comes back to my neck and I arch my back, my ass pushing against his dick hard as his teeth bite into the skin there and I curse softly. 

"Mmmm" he growls softly.

"That what you like?" he asks and his teeth scrape my skin and I quiver in his fucking arms, my cunt aching, and I let out a little yelp and then moan as he bites my neck again. 

"fuck" I cry softly and he groans, then his tongue licks the spot where I can feel his bite.

"Do you like it rough when you get fucked Sadie?" he asks and I let out a groan. 

"I'm not....talking about this" I pant. 

He chuckles. "You do , don't you?" 

"You like being bitten...probably spanked too......probably like your pretty hair pulled back while getting filled full of cock" he whispers and I groan. 

"What about choking? Do you like a hand on your throat, do like wearing necklaces made of his hand?" he asks, his hand slipping out from under my top and he brings it up to my neck gently, closing it around it, so lightly, but just enough, just enough to make me fucking want to forfeit to him. 

"god yes" I whimper and he groans, his hand tightens just slightly and he brings his mouth to my ear. 

"Do you know how bad I need to fuck you right now Sadie?" he asks and I gasp as he dick pushes harder against, me grinding me hard. 

"How bad I've always wanted to fuck you....to just fucking touch you" he groans and I curse.

I wish we WERE drunk now, because then there might be an excuse to what we were doing, what he was saying, and what I was allowing, or the way he was making my body beg me to let him have it. 

"you cant fuck me just because you were nice to me" I protest. 

He growls at me. 

"What dont you understand Sadie?" he says and his teeth clasp my earlobe and tug as his hand grips my throat a bit more. 

"I wanted to fucking take care of you" he says. 

"I fucking loved every second of today..you getting us lost in the woods cause you're too god damn stubborn to listen....you fucking finally needing me....having an excuse to show you how fucking good I could be to you..." he whispers. 

"I didn't do any of that, because I thought it meant you'd let me fuck you Sadie..I did it because you needed someone to help you...to take care of you...and I was glad none of them fucking stayed behind....I was glad our friends are fucking selfish assholes...because it meant I got to fuckin take care of you all by myself...keep you to my god damn self for once" he says and I whimper.

"I cant" I breathe out as his hand slips from my neck and down, down over my breast where he grabs it through my tank top gently and I moan, my nipple finding some reprieve in the way his warm hand presses into my flesh through my clothes. 

"Then tell me to stop" he whispers. "Tell me stop putting my hands all over your perfect body, and I will" 

"Bryan"I gasp his name, because the word stop wouldn't come. He knew it, I knew it too.