EroticReverie

Olivia

I go to my room, crying to myself, feeling guilty, like us getting caught was all my fault. I wait, and I wait, and when I hear the electronic garage door open, I walk to the window, shaking my head when I see Jace pulling out of the driveway. 

I leave my room, to go downstairs, and my step father is already in the hall. I stop. Just blinking, tears running down my cheeks. 

"It's not his fault." I say quietly blubbering. 

"Go to bed Olivia." is all he says.

"Where is he going? You can't send him away, he-"

"Go to bed Olivia." Is all he says again, walking past me to the bedroom he shares with my mother, opening the door and walking inside, turning to look at me, sighing, shaking his head and closing the door. 

My lip trembles and I run back into my room, grab my phone and text Jace.

"Come back. Pick me up. I'll go with you." I text. But nothing comes back. I wait. I wait. A half an hour later, I text again.

"Please text me back so I know you're okay Jace." I type. 

"I'm fine . Get some sleep." he types back and I shake my head at my phone.

"Come get me." I type back.

"I can't Olive. I'll talk to you tomorrow." he replies. 

"Please come get me. I want to be with you." I type, the screen blurry from my tears in my eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow when I come to get my things." he types.

"And then what?" I reply.

"Then I have to go back to my moms." he types.

"No." I type.

"It's not gonna work Olive. You know it's not. We can't, I never should've laid a finger on you." he types. 

I call him. No answer. When I call again.....straight to voicemail. He turned off his phone. He fucking turned off his phone to ignore me. 

I drop my phone, and bury my face in my pillow, crying into it. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. But i'd see him tomorrow....he'd come to get his things...I could convince his dad to let him stay. I'd promise nothing else would happen, and then...we'd just be more careful...we wouldn't do things with our parents home...I fall asleep crying, sniffling, praying that somehow I can convince his father to let him stay. 

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One Year Later.............

I had never seen Jace that next morning. My step father had woken up early, packed his things, I'd still been asleep when Jace drove back here, his father driving him to the airport, sending him back to live with his mother. 

I was hysterical. Henry, my step father, had told my mother Flora. I didn't blame him, I knew he wouldnt keep secrets from her. There was barely any talk between us for months, even if I understood why my mother wouldnt want her daughter under the same roof as her step brother that I'd become attracted to, that I was falling for. But I hated them both , Henry for making Jace go back to his mothers....and my mother for not telling Henry to let Jace come back. 

But I hated Jace even more. All my calls went unanswered, all my text messages , ghosted. Then one day about four months in, the phone was answered by a girl.....my heart had plummeted...before she yelled at me to stop calling...that she just got this number two weeks ago. He'd changed his number. 

Henry wouldn't answer me when I asked about Jace....him and my mother , acting like those weeks of him being here, had never happened. 

It's been a year....and Jace hasn't tried to contact me. 

The first few months I'd cried. The few months after that, I'd raged. Going through my last year of highschool with the world largest chip on my shoulder and hole in my fuckingheart. I'd been falling in love with him, and that's why it was hard to let go.  It was six months, before I stopped asking about him to Henry...seven months before I felt my heart give up on Jace.  I'd tried to find a new contact for Jace in Henry's phone, but had failed. Either he wasnt keeping Jace's number in his phone.......or....he wasn't even talking to him. Which made my heart break even more. 

The rest of my highschool months...I'd been bitter. Bitter that Jace could tell me I was his, make me fall for him, and then just disappear without another word so easily, didn't even try to call me or text me, or see how I was. 

The last months of highschool, I'd partied...as well as throughout the summer. Anything to take my mind off it. 

Now...I was starting college. Only a few hours from home, but far enough to get away from the house that reminded me of Jace. I felt pathetic, felt stupid for letting so much of me still be hanging onto the hope that he gave a fuck when he clearly didn't. 

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Another Four Months Later..................

I'm drunk, per usual. My grades are shit, becaue I don't care about anything now other than getting drunk at parties. I'm the campus slut, even though I havent slept with anyone. But I do everything else. I kiss them, I suck them off, I get naked with them, and let them finger me or go down on me, but never quite able to let any of them go all the way. None of them are allowed to more to me, than what Jace did. But regardless, it gives me a reputation, and I don't care. 

I'm laughing, stumbling off the elevator in the dorm, the blonde frat boy, his arm slung around my waist, his mouth all over mine, and all over my neck. He pushes me against the wall in the hallway, my arms around his neck, my leg hiking up over his hip as his hands grab my ass in the tight black mini dress I have on. 

I'm laughing slightly as he says something stupid, my head falling to the side as I hiss when he bites my neck and I moan, my eyes falling down the hall towards my door. 

No.

I blink. I freeze. I blink again. 

I'm hallucinating. Was I drugged? 

I blink over and over, as my hands push at the blonde guy still pawing at my ass and sucking on my neck. 

My heart fucking breaks into a million pieces , all over again. Standing , leaned against the wall near my door, his dark brown eyes on me, arms crossed,....Jace. 

"wait" my voice barely audible as I push at the guy, who doesnt even hear me as he keeps squeezing my ass.

"Wait." I say a bit louder pushing and he groans as he pulls back, looking at me. 

"What is it, what's wrong?" he's panting, his eyes of my turned face, I see his turn in the same direction.

"Who's that?" he asks. 

I push the blonde guy away from me. 

"You should go." I whisper. Tugging my dress down. While he had no right to be, Jace looked two seconds away from storming over here and putting the pretty frat boys head through the wall. 

I can see drunk blondie doing a back and forth between me and Jace. He makes the smartest decision he can make, throws his hands up and backs away from me. Doesnt wait for the elevator, and instead takes the stairs. 

I swallow, just standing there. In my short black dress, my black heels, my hair pulled up into a high ponytail, the waves of my hair making it full as it falls down my back. 

He still has the lip ring. His hair is the same, longer on top, faded at the sides, except maybe a bit longer now, a lock of it hanging over his forehead and brow, slicked back just how it was the first time I laid eyes on him when he showed up to the house. There's more tattoos.....not just his hands......but now on his arms.....on his neck.......he looks taller somehow....while he still has his thin build, he looks like he has more muscle. 

I can't move from where I stand. I can't decide how I feel that he's here. PArt of me is happy, because every part of me misses him. Part of me is angry that he'd dare to show up after so long. Part of me is hurt that he waited this long. But because I remember how hard I'd cried over him never responding to me...never seeking me out after his father made him move back home....I choose to go with the anger. 

"Why the fuck are you here?" I say angrily. A small twitch at the side of his mouth, he pushes off the wall and walks over , slowly, eyes on me. My body stiffens and he reaches me, my heels making me the same height as him. 

He lifts his hand, grabbing my neck at the side, and my breath hithces. His nose and lips form a snarl as he thumbs the hickey the guy left on my neck. 

I swat his hand away. His eyes come to mine. 

"I asked you why the fuck you're here" I say, pushing his hand from me. 

"I was hoping we could skip the fighting part Olive." he says and then his hands are on my waist and I gasp as Im back against the wall. 

My body fucking hums, those hands, those hands that did things to me nobody had ever done. My body sings at their return, my breath wavering. 

"why are you here" I say, my voice cracking. It hurt. All of it hurt. The familiarity of his hands, of his scent, of his eyes on me. His brows pinch, and I know he can hear it my voice.

"Because I miss you Olive." he says and I turn my head away as he reaches up to cup my face. 

"no you dont" I answer.

"You dont believe that." he says.

My lips tighten, I turn my head back and I push his hand from my face, but his body still keeps mine pinned to the wall. 

"Oh, I very much DO believe that" I say angrily, My jaw clenching. 

"You LEFT me, you fucking LEFT"

"I had to Olive, I-"

"YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKING WORD!" I scream now. 

"LEaving is one thing! But to ignore my calls, all my texts, to change your fucking number and never fucking reach out to me , to...to let me know you were okay, or to see if i was okay!!!" I yell, tears rolling down my cheeks now as I shove at him.

"Olive..." he says, his hands grabbing for me. 

"fuck you, don't fucking touch me!" I yell and I shove him again and walk to my door, him following me. 

"Olive I didn't want to make it harder on you...I-"

I spin and glare him. 

"I cried over you! I cried for fucking months! I still fucking cry! All the fucking time! You thought just going away, and not talking to me, would make it EASIER? " I cry. 

"You made me fucking like you! You made fall in love with you! Made me tell you I was yours, and then think not knowing where you were or if you fucking even gave a shit about me or missed me at all, was easier?!" 

"Of course I fucking missed you, I missed you every second!" he raises his voice and I glare at him. 

"So much so that you show up over a fucking year later...yeah...you really fucking missed me...get out of my fucking face" I say through clenched teeth and then turn and open my door. 

Jace pushes in behind me. 

"Get out!" I yell and he slams the door behind me. 

"No." he says and my nsotrils flare.

"I dont want you here!" I yell. 

"Liar." he says and steps closer, grabbing my hips, pulling me into him. 

"Get out of-"

"I already told you no...." he says, my eyes flaring, jaw clenching.

"Give me that fucking look all you want..I'm not fucking leaving." he says, his voice dark and rough. 

"We can fight....you can fucking yell at me....you can fucking hit me if you want....you can try to push me away....but im not fucking leaving...not till I clean that fuckers hands and mouth off your body and take back what's mine." he says, my mouth opening and shutting as I look at him. 

"I'm not yours...i havent been yours sin-"

"The fuck you arent Olivia." he snarls, backing me up, down the hall, towards the bathroom I share with two other roommates that arent home right now. 

"Get in the fucking shower." he demands, my brows pinching. 

"You're fucking delusion-"

"Be a good fucking girl Olive, and do as you're told." he bites out.  My eyes flaring. He smirks, he fucking smirks at me. 

"fuck you , you're fucking-" 

"Alright then" he says, grabbing me, pulling me into the shower. I gasp and then scream as he throws the shwoer on, curtain open, both of us full clothed, and I push at him as ice cold water rains down on us as he holds me in the shower. 

"You're fucking crazy!" I screech, shivering from the cold as I push at him our bodies soaked. 

"yeah baby, i am" he growls and then is pinning me to the shower wall, as I push my toes out of my heels, kicking them off before I brreak my fucking neck. 

"How dare you let anyone fuckin touch you Olive...when you know you belong to me" he groans, grabbing my dress at the hem, yanking it up as I gasp. 

"fuck you! i do not bel- ah!" I yelp when he slaps the side of my bare hip, then his hand grabs behind my thigh, hitching it and lifting it to his hip. 

"You can't just fucking show up and-"

Jace's mouth crashes to mine. His hand slipping to my other leg, as my lips refuse to pull away from the mouth that taught them what a good kiss was, the mouth that did things to my body, nobody else could mimic. I want to fucking slap him, I want to fucking push him off me, and tell him to never show his fucking face, that beautiful fucking face of his near me ever again. 

I fucking moan. I don't push him away, I don't pull back, but instead, wrap my arms around his neck, letting him lift my other leg as he groans into my mouth. His lip ring brushing my lip, reminding me of the end of summer, of his mouth on mine in secret, the way he'd brush it on my nipples, on my clit. My clit humming at the memory.

"You're mine baby" he groans, biting my lip and I whimper, panting as the water warms and Jace bites over the hickey the other guy left. 

"And we're gonna pick up, right where we left off...cause im sick of wasting my fucking time not being with you...and you're not gonna fight me on it...you can be angry I left...that i didnt call or text.....but you're mine Olivia." Jace groans on my neck, biting the mark again.

"say it" he growls , licking the spot and I pant as his mouth comes to mine. 

"i'm yours" I cry, that last night with him flooding through my mind, promising him I was his. I hold onto tight, my legs around him, my face turning, my mouth finding his again as I whimper. 

His hips pinning me, the bulge in his dark jeans pressing against my panties. 

"i'm going to punish you Olive...for ever letting anyone else touch you..."

"you left me" I breathe.

"you...were mine..you ARE mine...." he groans, gridning against me, making me moan. 

"then dont fucking leave me and maybe i wouldnt have-"

I yelp as he bites my neck and growls and I feel the pulse between my legs. 

"fight with me tomorrow...tonight I want my good girl" he groans. 

"well shes not fucking here " I argue, still moaning, panting as he chuckles against my neck.

"Yeah, i can see that, but im gonna fix that baby" he says and then kisses me, dropping my legs slowly and then peels off my dress, the wet fabric sticking to me . groaning as he looks down at my naked body. 

"I'm gonna make up for it Olivia....I promise you that..." he says and then pulls off his shirt, and good god, he was even more toned and ripped than before, his abs flexing,...new tattoos decorating his chest. 

He undoes his jeans, taking them off with his boxers, the wet slap of the fabric hitting the shower floor. I whimper as I look down, the cock I'd had in my mouth only a handful of time, remembering it so well.....the taste of him.....the way he'd  said my name while I sucked him. 

"Dont worry, I'll let you suck it again Olive..." 

I huff, brows pinching, he smirks. 

"right after I get down on my knees and lick your pussy baby" he says. and I watch, Jace dropping to his knees as he tugs my panties down. 

"Anyone lick this sweet pussy better than me baby?" he asks and I swallow, browns angrily drawing together , hating how easily he has me wanting him all over again. 

"no, they havent, have they Olive..." he smirks. 

"You know why baby?" he asks , I hiss as his thumbs stroke my pussy lips and spread them. 

"Cause this right here is mine....and only I know how to take care of you....cause you were made me for Olivia...and im sick of trying to live without you....without having you on my tongue....in my arms.....your mouth on mine......your hands on me while I kiss you.....you're so fucking sweet Olivia...I've missed you so much" he whispers, his mouth hovering near my clit and grinning up at me. 

"i'm gonna show you how much I missed you baby...i'm gonna show you all night."