EroticReverie

Summer Skye …One Week Later

As expected Trey doesn’t confirm nor deny the speculation of the public saying I cheated before he did. He’s scheduled for a radio show this morning and I’m dreading the interview. 

Honesty is the best policy in my opinion. Even if my manager and publicist advised against it. But I’d made a post on Twitter and Instagram denying the speculation. Explaining that no relationship existed between me and Sebastian at the time Trey and I went through our breakup.  I addressed the photos of Sebastian’s car outside of my house even if it was nobody’s fucking business. But I admitted to him being there , and didn’t lie. But obviously didn’t tell the whole truth of what happened. But said he’d felt guilty about the media storm he created and brought me food as an apology. And that we did currently have a relationship….as friends. 

I got Sebastian’s approval before posting it. My publicist freaking out when I didn’t even ask for her thoughts or opinion on the matter. But it didn’t feel right to deny the man who’d defended me so publicly and stole my heart . But I wasn’t going to tell the world we were dating. Not yet. 

There were fans that supported me. Fans that chose to believe I was lying. Believe me I was a cheater and claimed they’d never support my music ever again. Fans that trash talked Trey and his new girlfriend. Fans that swooned over Sebastian defending me and “shipping” us together. There were a million different opinions and theories. 

I haven’t seen Sebastian since the night he was here. But we’ve talked, flirted, and may have had phone sex more than a few times this week as we put a little distance just for the sake of hoping to smother the flames of the gossip circulating. It didn’t matter though. 

Whether we were together or not. Rumors would still be concocted. So today he was coming to the studio while I worked on finishing up my album. Recording the last few songs. 

I’m in the booth singing a slower song , one I’d written with my co-writer about my breakup with Trey. It’s sad and it’s vulnerable and the fans will know it’s about him. Because half of the fucking album is about him. Because up until a week ago , I’d still been nursing my broken heart. Still torn up about the betrayal, and all the red flags id been too naive to see. But now? Singing this song, I don’t feel any of the sadness I would have if it weren’t for Sebastian storming into my world on his white horse to defend me and make me fall for him. 

I look up as he walks into the room where the producers are sitting along with Natalie , who by the way, knows all about what happened the night Sebastian came over. Not the details. But she knows we’re secretly together. That we had sex. That’s all. And she’s all fucking for it. She’s Sebastian’s biggest fucking cheerleader. I smile , pausing and getting distracted. 

“Let’s run it again from the top.” Max one of the producer says over the speakers after stopping the track in my headphones. I blush as Sebastian winks at me. My smile growing even more and I watch as Natalie scoots over and beckons him to sit down on the couch. 

She was going to talk his hear ear off and probably Threaten him while also singing her praises for him. 

“This song is supposed to sad , you can’t convey that with that smile on your face , get in the zone” Max says with his no bullshit attitude. I nod. But fuck, I didn’t want to be in that zone. I wanted to be In the fucking I’m falling in love with Sebastian zone. I wanted to throw this sad , Trey inspired album in the fucking trash where it belongs. 

“Let’s go again” he says and the music starts. 

I try to focus. Taking notes as we stop a dozen more times. But I can’t give it my all. Because I’m tired of giving myself to anything at all to do with Trey. 

“Take ten.” Max huffs. 

Him and the producers leave the room along with my friend and co-writer Angie. 

As I come out of the booth, Natalie stands and points a finger at Sebastian. 

“I meant what I said Ambrose” she threatens him making me smile as he stands and places his hand on his heart. 

“You have my word Natalie” he says and glares at him. He laughs and she looks at me. 

“Okay, I’m leaving” she says and walks over and hugs me. 

“Love you” she squeezes me tight. 

“Love you too” I say and she grabs her bag and leaves the room. 

Then it’s just me and Sebastian and I stand there in a pair of jeans and a tight , long sleeved ,white , v neck t shirt.  My hair in a ponytail , and him in his dark jeans and a vintage Metallica t shirt. 

“Hey there” he says , his voice low. My nipples tightening at the sound of his voice. 

“Hey” I say with a small smile as we both walk to each other and his hands reach out to my hips and pull me right into him. 

“You’ve got nine minutes Sebastian” I tease and he grins. 

“Tell me what you need from me Summer” he says and his hands are already working at the button on my jeans. 

“Seems like you already know” I say and then grab his shirt and pull him down, our mouths crashing against each other. One whole week. One whole week I’ve deprived myself of his kiss. Of his scent. Of his hands on me. 

“Hey Summer” he groans and I fucking melt , missing hearing those words in person instead of through the phone. 

“Yeah?” I answer as he unzips my jeans. 

“We should lock the door” he says and I nod , kissing him as he pull me by my jeans towards the door as we keep kissing. His hand reaching back behind him and turning the lock and groaning the second it clicks. 

“Get these pants off babe” he groans and shoves them down my hips and I whimper. Already wet and ready. 

My pants are pushed down and I kick off my shoes as he pulls condoms from his back pocket. And throws them onto the couch and then removes his own sneakers and then his pants and then our bodies are clashing together. His hands in my hair and his tongue in my mouth as he backs me up to the couch and i lean, both of lowering ourselves. Me on my back. Legs spreading as grinds his hard cock against my panties. My hips lifting up and grinding against him as he curses. 

“I’ve missed being the one to make you make those pretty fucking sounds” he groans and then grabs the condoms. Ripping one open and sliding it on as I watch. 

“I’ve missed you too” I say and he grins. 

Was it a good idea to have sex in the recording studio? To lock the door and basically let everyone know we’re doing “something” that involves complete privacy? Probably not. But I really don’t think my producers or Angie would sell the fucking story of a locked recording studio to the press. 

“Hey Summer” he groans as he leans over me , grabbing my panties and pulling them to the side and then rubbing his cock along my slick sex as I moan and writhe with anticipation. 

“Yeah?” I respond with a desperate little whimper. 

“I’m begging you not to make me wait days again before being able to take care of you again” 

I shake my head. “I don’t want to wait either”

“I’m gonna see my girl when I want , and everyone else can fucking go to hell , because being apart from you is the fucking worst. Knowing you’re mine, and not being able to kiss you and touch you? It’s torture. The fucking worst kind” he says and I nod.

“They can go to hell” I agree and he smiles. 

“I don’t care if it’s your place or mine, but I’m sleeping with you in my arms tonight Summer, and every fuckin night after that” he says as he teases me with his cock and pushes against my cunt and I moan and nod. Panting my agreement. 

“Uh huh” I exhale and he groans. 

“Hey Summer?” He groans and looks down at where he’s pushing against me. 

“Yeah?” I whine and he groans and looks back up at me. 

“I need to fuck you real fucking hard babe, is that alright with you?” He asks and I feel my pussy clench and I nod. 

“You,,,you have to give me a sec…let me adjust…but yeah, I want you to fuck me hard” I whimper. 

“Tell me to stop if i get too rough for you” he says and I swallow. Feeling myself get a little nervous. But I Nod. 

Would he demolish me? How hard was “real fucking hard” ?  I’ve had it hard. From Trey. But Trey wasn’t as thick or as long as Sebastian. I could handle Treys “hard” just fine. 

“Dont…um….don’t go too hard?” I say and he smiles. 

“I’m not going to hurt you Summer, not unless you ask me to” he says and leans down kissing me. 

“Id never hurt you” he says and kisses me again and I whimper on his lips and nod. And I believe him. 

He notched inside of me. Both of us moaning and cursing. This past week apart now feels like it’s been months , our bodies desperate for one another. 

“I’m gonna need more than nine minutes” he groans. 

“I think we’re down to like , six” I say as he sinks into me slowly and my hands grab his biceps as I’m slowly filled and stretched. My back arching as my head goes back. 

“Yess” I exhale and my mouth drops open as he gives me another slow thrust and fills me all over again. 

“Oh my…god” I nearly cry. Because how did it feel so good?

“You good babe?” He asks and kisses my neck and I nod.

“Uh huh” I moan as he thrusts again slowly. “So,.good” I breathe as he thrusts again making me moan. 

The room Is sound proof, so I’m not concerned with anyone hearing as I let it out. My nails digging into his arms as he thrusts again. Again. His name on my lips as he sends me into such a greedy state , my hips rising to meet his and my legs wrapping around him as he leans down and braces himself on his arms over me kissing my mouth as he knocks my breath from me. 

“Sebastian” I moan loudly. 

“Summer” he groans my name in return as he goes faster. Harder. I cry out and reach to his ass. Pulling him into me as I buck my hips to get more. 

“It’s so good, god, you make me feel so fucking good” I cry out and he groans on my mouth and dips his head down to my neck and grunts against my skin as he thrusts even harder , deeper and I’m cursing as I let out little screams. 

“That hurt?” He pants. 

“It’s perfect, don’t stop” I whimper. Because it hurt a little. But it was the best kind of hurt. The kind that made me feel how fucking right this was. The kind that made me feel how much I loved him inside of me. Willing to sacrifice that pain for the pleasure of him claiming me and filling me up with each thrust. 

“Hey Summer” he groans 

“Uh huh” I moan and he groans loudly. 

“You make being your man feel like a fuckin dream, you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect babe”  he groans and then kisses me hard on my mouth as part my lips and our tongue push wildly as the door knob turns. And turns again when they find it locked. I moan louder. It was a little disrespectful of me to have sex with my boyfriend and wasting my producers time. But I fucking paid them for their time whether that time was spent making music or making out with my boyfriend and fucking on the couch of the recording studio. 

“Dont stop” I moan. 

“Not stopping till you cum babe” he promises and I moan louder and he goes faster. I cry loudly as I feel my orgasm building. Both of us chasing my release as he groans louder. 

“Sebastian” I moan as I feel it coming. 

“Yeah Summer , cum on your man’s dick with that perfect pussy babe” he groans and I hiss and then buck my hips as my orgasm plows through me. Making me scream as he thrusts into me. 

My pussy pulsing and gripping his cock as I shatter. 

“You cum so easy for my dick Summer, he couldn’t make you cum, because it didn’t belong to him, it belongs to me, you were always meant to be mine” he groans and makes himself cum with his own words. 

Thrusting deep, his hips jerking as I tremble , my orgasm making me fucking shake and whimper and breathe like a fucking marathon runner. He groans loudly as he finishes and drops his head beside mine and pants hard and kisses my cheek. 

“Record that fucking song” he groans in my ear. “Show me how much he hurt you, so I can take you home and make you keep forgetting all about him Summer”