EroticReverie

Madalyn

I take a shower , and spend maybe a bit of time get to know Carden's detachable shower head. Maybe I should have added him not walking around shirtless to the terms of the agreement. How dare he look so fucking good this early in the fucking morning. I didnt want to ask, but his muscles looked like he had been working out this morning too from the way they flexed at his every move, how prominent the veins in his forearms were, that damn vicious v below his abs dipping into those sweatpants. Jesus christ. What was I getting myself into ? I just fucking got here and was already having to convince my body that Carden Crawford was NOT on the menu. How long would I have to torture myself? 

My brother would flip if he thought there was even a slight chance that something other than the fake relationship HE convinced me to play into could possibly turn in something else. Even if it was just physical attraction. Im pretty sure my brother did NOT want me screwing his friend, and definitely did not want his friend screwing his little sister. 

I book it from the bathroom to my bedroom, not wanting to chance ending up in a towel in front of Carden, because with the thrum of my orgasm still running through me, I didnt trust myself not to drop my towel and throw myself like a fucking baby monkey onto Carden and beg him to fuck me against the wall. 

I cringe at my inner desperation , cringe at the fact I was not his type. Not even close. I was tiny, short, didnt have an ounce of silicone, or a brazilian butt lift, or fillers in my lips, or plastic surgery. Not that I have anything against any of it, but it was clearly Carden's preference. Women who looked photoshopped, like anime characters, with tiny little waists and big balloon tits, and lips that looked stung by a dozen bees. I was five foot four, with my natural strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and a natural rack with a modest b cup. My tits werent overflowing out of outfits, i didnt have problems squeezing into jeans because of my unaturally blessed ass. Because let's face it...I was NOT blessed with an ass. While round, it was small, while proportionate, It made me understand WHY women wanted butt lifts and implants. 

If I was going to a museum with friends , I'd just dress casual. But this is supposed to appear as a date. So I should dress up. Even worse, I  WANT to dress up, I want to make him want to talk  more about my little pink panties from the other night and exactly what he wanted to do to me in that gym. 

I put on a cream colored knit sweater dress with a cowl neck , the sleeves are long and the dress fits tight, and hits mid thigh. I pull on a pair of matching thigh high suede boots. I put my hair up into a high messy pony, a few loose hairs framing my face. I put a little blush on my cheeks, slap on a small winged liner and some mascara, tint my lips the slightest shade of red for a just bitten look and then throw on a gloss. I grab my purse, throwing my phone , wallet, and lip gloss inside and then check myself out in the mirror on the side of the room. 

I fidget a moment, as my bralessness is apparent, my nipples poking through the sweater. The fabric is thick, but they're still apparent, just barely I suppose. So I dont bother with undressing to add a bra. I was going to enjoy being nineteen and having perky tits while I could. Fuck bras. 

When I open the door to my bedroom, Carden is coming down the hall and I sweat my heart drops , and my panties WANT to.  Carden is wearing a dark grey pant with a black button down long sleeve, with the sleeves already pushed up. 

He's smiling before he lifts his eyes, and when they find me, his smile drops. For a moment I figure he must realize how much I'm actually not his type, he's seeing me now for the boring , unintersting girl I am. 

"Oh Little Mouse" he says, his voice conveying that is not at all what he's thinking. As well as the low fucking growl he makes. 

"Did you just...growl at me?" I ask, pulling my door shut. 

"Are you not wearing a bra?" He asks. 

my jaw drops. "Excuse you." I say.

"Mina." He growls. AGAIN.

"This is worse than the little pink panties Mina Mouse" he says, lifting his hand, biting his knuckle. 

I swallow at the mention of my fucking panties. 

"Okay, well..." I say. "Get over it." 

I push past him and try to act unaffected by his respone, but I already feel the dampening between my legs, and the excited thrill running through me, to have him biting his knuckle at me in frustration. 

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In the car, I sit in the the back with Carden as "one" of his drivers takes us to the museum.

"How many drivers do you have?" I ask rolling my eyes after he introduces me to Paul a guy who looks about Carden's age, and then Paul slips the partition up between us and him. 

"As many as I need little mouse." he says and fidgets with the sleeves of his shirt, pushing them down one at a time, and rolling them back up.

"stop that, quit fidgeting." I say, and he pauses and lifts a brow.

"I'm not fidgeting, I'm fixing my sleeves" he says and I let out a heavy sigh, and turn my head away from the panty dropping forearm peep show Carden is putting on beside me. 

"What's crawled it's way up your cute little ass this morning Little Mouse?" he asks and I turn my head and glare at him.

"Nothing... you're just...you." I say and he blinks with a little laugh.

"Ouch." he says and I roll my eyes and turn my head back to the window. 

"You do realize you have to actually attempt to pretend to like me when we're out right?" he asks and I sigh and look at him and flutter my lashes as I roll my eyes.

"Yes Carden. I'm aware of fake relationships are supposed to work." I say half annoyed, but mostly just sexually frustrated sitting next to him when he smells this fucking good. 

"You're a bad actress." he says. 

"We're in the backseat of a car. Nobody can see us." I answer him. 

He just laughs slightly and shrugs. "alright then princess, you wanna keep that stick up your pretty ass, you go right ahead. Kind of a turn on honestly." he says and I look at him. 

"Is literally everything sex with you?" I ask. 

He cock his brow. "when it comes to you...yeah. Guess it is Little Mouse." he says , giving me a very direct up and down look, and I swallow hard under his gaze, feeling my nipple pinch, and when his eyes land on my chest he smirks.

I inhale and lose my breath a moment as he leans to the side towards me, turning his head, bringing his scent even closer and his mouth to my ear. 

"You may not like me...but I can name two things...that seem to like me..very much" he says in a whisper as if anyone can hear. I shiver at the way his breath pushes against my ear and down my neck, my eyes closing a brief moment, those two things he's referencing growing even harder.

"Say the word little mouse..." he whispers and he turns towards me further, and his nose brushes against my ear as his hand touches the space of skin between my dress and my thigh high boots. I tense and inahle sharply , my legs pressing together. 

"say the word and I'll give them the attention they deserve" he says. "I'll give your entire body the attention it deserve" 

"Carden" I say, trying to make my voice come out firm. But I dont shove his hand, I dont lean away from the way his nose is teasing along my ear and below it.

"Yes  Little Mouse?" he whispers and his hand slides over the top of my thigh and between both of them as he gently coaxes my legs open and my eyes fall shut and he groans at the way my legs fall open for him just slightly. 

"This isn't...it's not part of the agreement" I breathe unevenly.

"Fuck the agreement...I know your wet for me little mouse..." he half growls on a whisper. 

I let out a pathetic little whimper and he pulls my leg gently, spreading me wider , his fingers stroking my inner thigh and grabbing it gently. 

"Let me take the edge off" he says softly in my ear and I swallow. 

"there's...no edge" I lie poorly and he hums in my ear, laughing softly. 

"such a terrible little actress." he whispers, his hand slides further up and I close my eyes tighter and I feel his lips brush my ear. 

"You look so good in this tight little dress" he whispers.

"carden" I breathe as his hand slips to the apex of my thigh and I know he can feel the heat of my body.

"I'm gonna touch your pussy now Madalyn" he whispers. 

I inhale sharply and let out a shaky exhale with the slightest whimper and bite my lip. 

"Last chance to try and lie to me , and tell me you dont want this...last chance to tell me to stop"  he warns and I moan, shaking my head slightly. 

"don't stop" I whisper, my legs spreading further open for him as I sink back into seat and he groans.

"That's my girl" he kisses my cheek. 

"spread wide little mouse...let me take care of you"