EroticReverie

Shayna Sellars

It's four in the morning when I crawl out of the bed I'm sharing with Lauren. She just fell asleep, and we're in the hotel, in our own room that the guys insisted we let them pay for. We were going to just share a bed with a few of the guys, but Rio joked if we werent in a seperate room, that none of them would get any sleep and they needed to be up early for an interview with a radio station. 

Lauren and I had laid in bed, holding each other, making out, solidifying what we'd admitted to each other back at the venue in the backroom where we'd just fucked four men together. It was simple, it was easy. We were together. And our one decided "hall pass" was the four men we shared tonight with. They were the only exceptions. I didnt lie to her when she asked me how I felt about them. I'd told her long ago when it first happened, that it felt like more than just sex that night. That I couldnt explain it, and it made me feel stupid to have feelings for sttrangers. But I did. I felt something that night with each of them, that couldnt be explained. She asked me if I felt it tonight too, but it had been so obvious, that we'd just rolled our eyes and laughed slightly.  We talked about how intense it was. 

"There's definitely a connection...between you and them." she'd said softly and brushed my hair out of my face. 

"They'll forget it by tomorrow morning" I say, not believing my own words. She'd frowned. 

"They wont. They want more than just a night with you." she'd said and I shook my head. 

"Yes...they do." she says. "And I'm not handing you over to them...but" she'd smiled softly. 

"I'm more then open to exploring it all with you" she'd said and I just looked at her. 

"you think they really want something from this?" I ask and she nods.

"They look at you the same way I do." she'd said. 

"Like they know how special you are...like they're as in love with you as I am." she'd said and kissed my lips before I could protest. Love? the four of them could not love me. We barely knew each other. Yet....there was definitely something there. Try as I might to deny it, I'd felt it two years ago, and felt it tonight. Like fate had decided that they were mine. That fate had brought them back to me. 

I snuggled against Lauren and let her fall asleep and then laid there, unable to sleep. I took out my phone, their numbers all now programmed into it, and mine and Laurens into theirs on the way to the hotel inside their tour bus. 

They had two days in the city before having to head to the next one for the next show, so they'd be staying in the hotel instead of the cramped bunks of their tour bus. I bypass the group text Rio already made for the four of them and myself. I didn't know what I was doing, or how to navigate having feelings about four men, ontop of my bran new girlfriend, that was my best friend only when the night started. Did they really want more, was Lauren right? And if they did, did I?  Yes. Absolutely I did. I sigh and my head hurts from all the possible ways this can go. If they wanted more than just one night, if they wanted something like a relationship with me? how would it work? When would I see them? Did they expect me to be okay with them fucking other women? Did they want Lauren as part of the relationship? They had to. They'd all had sex with her tonight. Did they feel a connection to her too? Did she feel one to them? I feel stupid for not having even asked her before she fell asleep. 

I pull up a brand new empty text, and type in Casmirs name. 

"Are you up?" I type the message and hit send as I sit on the edge of the bed in the dark, looking down at the glow of the screen. I wait, and then am about to put the phone back down, when I see him typing.

"Room 315." he types back and I smile softly at the phone.  While I felt a connection to all four of them, there was something tonight with Casmir that bothered me. He was angry when he fucked me. It wasn't the angry fuck that bothered me, it was something else. Because as brutal as he looks, and as vicious as he is when he fucks...Casimir is more than the "Caveman" he acts like. I saw it all in his eyes when he'd said I owned him. That deep down inside the six foot five beareded, long haired savage, was a teddy bear, one that needed assurance, one that needed confirmation and attention, and care. One that didnt want anyone to know that part of him exists. Because it's easier to deny, and be angry , that it is to be honest with your feelings. 

I'm in a t shirt that finch gave me to wear as I walk down the hall and around the corner, coming to a stop when I see him already leaning against the doorway down the hall, his head turned towards the corner where I just rounded. I stop , my barefeet against the carpet of the hotel hallway. 

His brows pinch when I stop, and I swallow and then keep walking , my eyes on his until I'm standing in front of him, with his handsome scowl on his face, his green eyes on mine. 

"Can I come in?" I ask quietly. 

His nostrils flare and he breathes hard , and my eyes go to the tick of his jaw under his beard and then my eyes go back to his. 

"Casimir" I say gently and lift my hand to his bare chest, he's only in boxers and my other hand lifts and he relaxes slightly under my touch.

"Dont come in this room unless you're really mine." he says and my eyes flick up to his from where my hands touch his hard chest. 

"I told you I'm yours, didnt I?" I answer, my hands sliding up to his shoulders slowly. 

"While I was inside you. Women say anything when they need to be fucked." he says, nostrils flaring again.

I ignore his bullshit response, his attempt at trying to push me away or offend me. 

"So you didnt mean it?" I ask softly, my hands sliding back down his chest and I watch my hands drop. My eyes lifting slowly back up to him as I slip my hands to his waist and rest them there. 

"When you said you were mine?" I ask and low growl travels from his chest. 

"dont fuck with me Midnight." he says and my brows pinch.

"Do you really want me?" I ask. 

He just stares at me and I grow heated, I grow scared for an answer I dont want to hear.

"Answer me" I demand my brows drawing together, my own jaw clenching. 

"I cant fucking stand how much I want you Midnight." he growls at me and grabs my hair and I gasp as his other hand wraps around me and pulls my body tight against his.

"I cant fucking stand it" he repeats and then is pulling me into the room with him and slamming the door shut.

His hands grab the shirt Im wearing, lifting it up my arms raising, his hands grabbing my face, as he leans down, crashing his mouth to mine. 

"tell me this is real" I whimper. "That you're not fucking with ME" 

"You're mine" he growls. "THAT..is fucking real" He says and swipes me off my fucking feet and carries me to the unmade bed and drops me on it, shoving his boxers down.

"Casimir" I breathe his name and he groans and pushes my legs apart , takes his cock and pushes right into me. My mouth falling open, at the stretch of my cunt, of how im sore from all of them but also from how wet I am for him within seconds. My mouth also open in surprise from how he doesnt slam into me, how he nudges into me, bit by bit.

"Cas" I breathe.

"This...is real" he groans and looks down to where his cock is slipping further into me, slowly pushing every inch inside of me. "This, is fucking real Midnight."