EroticReverie

Madalyn Madden

I can’t believe I was so fucking weak. Can’t believe I essentially dry humped my own fucking thong and came in the backseat of Cardens car.  Can’t believe I’m walking around a museum with soaked panties on a fake date with Carden Crawford. 

I can’t focus on a single thing he says as we walk from exhibit to exhibit. Can’t even appreciate his actual knowledge of art or maybe I just don’t fucking want to because it’s make that much easier to slip up again. I hadn’t even been here in this stupid arrangement for more than forty eight hours and was already falling in the trap of his literal panty soaking smiles. 

I was just a means to his getting his fathers company. Maybe I should take back my rule of him not screwing other women while we were faking it for the press and for his fathers approval. 

I try not to fucking swoon over the way his hand presses against my lower back each time he moves me gently from one art piece to the next. Try not to think about how that hand didn’t even hardly touch me yet had made me cum for him. I try to ignore how he steals small touches in front of peering eyes that watch the cities most wanted bachelor escort me around the museum. 

By the time we leave there’s a handful of photographers outside the museum. Bulbs flashing as we exit and reporters asking him who I am. Asking me if I’m dating him. Asking my name as he ushers me into the waiting car that we arrived in. He gets me in and closes the door and turns to the crowd of waiting photographers and reporters as they continue to throw question after question at him as they continue to snap photo after after photo. My own eyes still seeing spots from the bright flashes of the cameras. 

I listen to him tell the reporters to have a good day as he just laughs slightly and walks around the other side of the car and some of them follow.  Flashing more cameras and still pelting him with questions. 

“Who’s the girl Carden?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“What’s her name?”

“Are you finally settling down Carden?” 

He shuts the door and I watch his smile drop and see him sigh as he rubs his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ” I mutter. 

He turns his head. 

“Is it always like that?” I ask and he huffs a laugh. 

“That’s nothing” he says and then sighs again and rubs his eyes once more. 

“I should’ve warned you about how fucking feral they are” he says and shoots me an apologetic look. “You alright?”

I nod. “I’m fine” I say seeing the stress on his face as he forces a smile and I find myself feeling bad for him of this is what it’s like everytime he’s out. 

“Alright. Good” he says and reaches over and places a hand on my knee as he speaks to the drive through the partition. The reporters still shouting questions through the blacked out windows of the vehicle as Carden tells his driver to take us back to his place. My eyes on his hand that rests on my knee as he leans back and the drive rolls up the partition. 

His hand stays on my knee as he lets his head fall back and he closes his eyes and I swallow. Not daring to move a single bit as he holds my knee and lets out a long breath and his hand tightens slightly on my knee. His hand moving over it towards the inside and his fingers wrap around my thigh, his thumb brushing my skin in  small circles. I look at him as he just sits there. Eyes closed and seems to calm himself by tracing his thumb over my skin. 

“Did you like the museum?” He asks and opens his eyes and lifts his head.  His hand stilling but remaining there on the inside of my knee and I look at him and nod. 

“Yes” I answer and he smiles. 

“Good.” He says. 

I look forward and then out the window at the photographers backing up as we pull away from the curb. 

“You acted like you hated museums. But you seemed to know a lot about the art” I say and his thumb goes back to stroking my skin and I swallow. I should move my leg to rid myself of his hand. We weren’t in public anymore. He had no reason to touch me so casually now when there was nobody to put on a show for. But, I don’t move. I don’t say anything because it seems to be easing the stress for him. And. Just his hand on my knee, was harmless. I could allow it I guess. 

“I just find museums boring.” He says. 

“So you were bored?” I ask and look at him and his eyes come to mine , an easy genuine soft smile. 

“No Madalyn” he says my name and I feel my pussy clench at the sound of it. Of him calling me something other than little mouse or Mina mouse.  

“I was not bored. Because you were there.” He says and then looks down. His hand stilling as if he’s just realizing now that he has his hand on me. 

“Sorry” he says and slips his hand off my leg and back onto his lap. 

“It’s okay” I say as he shifts in his seat and then rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons the top of his shirt as he smiles. 

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It’s a short drive back to his place. And a quiet elevator ride up to his floor and back into his penthouse. 

“Are you hungry? I can get us some food.” He says and I nod. 

“Sure.” I say and he unbuttons his shirt as he walks towards his room. 

“What are you in the mood for?” He calls over his shoulder and I walk after him slowly. 

“What’s good to eat in New York City?” I ask as he turns into his room and I follow. 

“Everything” he says. A small smile on my lips as I walk to his doorway and find him pulling off his shirt and he’s turning as he tosses it on his bed. Stopping where he stands as I shamelessly let myself look at his toned body. His muscular arms and his abs. The grooves at his hips that point down in a delicious v shape. 

“Thought you didn’t want to see me shirtless” he smirks and walks a few steps closer and tilts his head and I lift my eyes to his and shrug.

“Youre in your room.  You’re allowed to be shirtless” I say and a small smile plays on his lips. 

“Thanks for the permission” he says and I smile with a little roll of my eyes. 

“Youre welcome” 

He laughs slightly and walks closer to where I’m standing in his doorway. 

“I meant in Mina , I enjoyed being at the museum with you” he says and I nod. 

“I believe you” I say and he smiles with just a hint of his perfect white teeth showing and then steps even closer and I inhale as his hand lifts to the top of the door frame and he hovers over me as I lean there against the door. 

“Did you have a good time Madalyn?” He asks and I don’t know how he does it , how he makes my name sound so dirty. 

“It was nice.” I say making sure I don’t give away in my voice the affect he has on me as he stands there looking down at me. 

“Nice huh?” He asks. 

“I had a good time.” I say and he smiles. 

“What are you hungry for?” He asks and I swallow. 

“Anything” I say and watch him lick his lips. 

“Anything?” He raises a brow at me. 

I nod. 

He takes a deep breath as his eyes fall down over me, down my body all the way to my shoes and back up , shamelessly taking their time on my breasts. 

“You really are fucking beautiful” he says and lifts his eyes. 

“Me or my tits?” I tease making him laugh. 

“You.” He says. “Your gorgeous tits are just a part of the whole package” 

“My tits are gorgeous?” I cock my brow. 

“You really wanna listen to me talk about your tits Mina Mouse ?” He asks. “Cause I can fucking do that.” 

I shrug. 

“I just know you like them bigger. Faker. Stripper tits.” I say. Because that’s who he’s always photographed with. Strippers. Busty Instagram models. 

“You know what I like?” He asks his free hand coming to my hip. 

“What do you like Carden?” I ask and he smirks. 

“I like your perky little tits” he says and I swallow and feel my cunt throb. Jesus why was I tempting this, why was I doing this. Again.

“I like your pretty tits and sexy hard little nipples pressed nice and tight in this dress” he says and his hand slide up my side and his thumb brushes the underside of my breast through the thin sweater fabric. 

“I like how pretty they sit without a bra on” he says and his thumb swipes up over the point of my nipple. 

“I like how they stayed hard the entire time we were at the museum and how hard it was to look at all that art when the only thing I wanted to look at was these gorgeous tits in this dress” he says and then grabs my nipple between his thumb and the side of his finger and pulls gently. 

“I like picturing them…..imaging them in my mouth….the taste of your nipples on my tongue and I like to think about making your pretty little tits bounce” he says and then rubs my hard nipple with his thumb as I bite my lip. 

“And I really like touching them through this dress” he says as his hand covers my breast and gently cups it and squeezes. 

“And I really like that you’re letting me touch them” he says. “Even though you’re probably seconds away from stopping me” he says. 

“But you like your gorgeous tits touched don’t you Mina?” He asks as his hand slides down my dress and back to my hip as I nod. 

“Do you want me to stop touching them?” He asks as his hand slides back up and he pinched my nipple again making me let out small moan. 

“I…I don’t know” I admit. Cause I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want him to keep touching me. But he was so fucking good at it. At teasing me with just a fucking barely there pinch of my nipple. 

He smiles. “I think you do know”

“But you’re intent on torturing yourself” he says.

I exhale. “I’m not…I just….I know that this is just temporary …and ….I don’t want to complicate it” I say. 

His hand slips down my side again. 

“What’s complicated about us wanting to touch each other little mouse?” He asks as he slides his hand behind me and grabs my ass. 

“I’m not your type”

He laughs. 

“It’s not funny” I say my brows pinching. 

“You’re more than my fucking type….you’re a fucking dream to me right now Mina” he says and I swallow. 

“Cause you’re not supposed to want me. That’s why. That’s why you think you want me” I say and he groans. 

“Dont fucking do that” he says and my brows draw tight again. 

“Do what?” 

“Dont fucking make yourself feel like your less than fucking perfect, don’t think that I only want you because I can’t have you” he says. 

“I’m not I’m just saying that-“

“Madalyn” he groans and then leans down and his hand from my ass lifts and grabs my chin. 

“I want you.” He says. 

“I fucking want you.” He repeats. 

“But I’m not gonna touch you again, not if you think I’m only doing it because it’s a game or some shit” he says. 

“You might be my fake girlfriend….but the things I want to fucking to do to you….I’m not faking that. I want to know every fucking inch of your body personally. To touch you in places nobody else ever has” he says and I whimper slightly 

“So when you want me to start touching …” he smiles. “You let me know” he says and I take a breath and exhale shakily. 

“Now get your sexy ass into something comfortable” he says with a smile. “And I’ll order us some food” he says and turns without a touch more and I close my eyes and turn and go to my room before I beg for him to touch me again.