EroticReverie

Summer Skye

I can barely fucking breathe through the sobs leaving my chest as Sebastian wraps me in his arms, holding me so fucking tight that I don't think it's helping my breathing any, but if he lets go I might fall apart completely. 

I feel stupid. I feel sad. I feel hurt. Angry. Betrayed. All of the emotions that I felt when Trey had cheated, are back ten fold after hearing his fucking podcast interview with Brian Biggs. I haven't even listened to all of it. I got through that stupid Truth or Puke segment, and puked myself, into the fucking toilet. 

My manager Rory, and publicist Savannah were for once, silent, as they watched me listen to the podcast that currently had the world in a whirlwind. People were still speculating I'd cheated, but now they were saying "I'd have cheated on that asshole too! Cancel Trey Tremano!"  Trey was getting his fame , and he was getting it the worst way. He'd be cancelled. For how long? Who knew, people tended to forgive beautiful people for terrible things all the time. A famous man could beat the shit out of his girlfriend and still be raking in money , his music still played on the radio. A move star could have rape allegations against them and still be casted in the next highest grossing move of all time. People didn't care, not really. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him, both of them." Sebastian says, shaking, his rough voice, broken and I know he's heard the podcast too. He's shaking more than I am, crying too. And I feel it radiating off him, the anger, the fucking misery in his voice as he keeps telling me hes going to kill Trey and Brian Biggs. To know that this man is this angry for me, is a comfort to the invisible scars Trey has left and is continuing to leave on me. To know I have someone good on my side, to defend me, to hold me like this, it makes the news of my ex boyfriend talking about me sexually to the entire fucking world, and not denying that i cheated, hurt just a little less. 

Sebastian keeps one arm around me, and lifts the other to my face, as I cry and look up at him. 

"Tell me what you want me to do...tell me what to say to make you stop crying, because i cant fucking stand it" he says, his mouth coming to mine, kissing me , again and again. "God i cant stand it" he breathes hard and I lift up, wrapping my arms around him and kisses me harder.

"You're crying too" I say. 

"Because im fucking pissed" he growls and I sniffle and he kisses me again, again. 

"tell me what you need from me right now, tell me what to do, what to say" he says. 

"take me inside and make me forget him" I say and he exhales, looking at me, grabbing my face with both hands now. 

"Are you sure that's what you want right now?" he asks and I nod. 

Sebastian grabs my ass, scooping me up off the ground , my feet lifting, my legs wrapping around him and walks inside with me. 

"Summer we should....oh" Savannah says as she stands with Rory inside. I'd totally forgotten they were even here. 

Sebastian looks at them, at me as I look at Rory and Savannah. 

"I'll deal with it later." I tell them and they both clear their throat. Natalie is there too, torn between grinning at the fact Sebastian is here with me in his arms, and wanting to ask me if im okay and console me and have a little Trey Hating pow wow over a gallon of ice cream. 

"We should really-" Rory starts.

"She said she'll deal with it later." Sebastian says, not letting them steamroll over me. 

I watch as Rory's jaw drops and Savannah just blinks as Sebastian turns and carries me up the stairs.

"I think you scared them." I whisper. 

"Dont care." he says and then reaches the top step and walks to my room and opens the door and carries me to the bed. 

"You sure this is what you need right now?" he asks as he lays me down, already removing his shirt. I nod, lifting my own. Both of us undressing, me squirming out of my pants and panties as he drops his jeans and kicks off shoes and pulls off his socks. 

Then he's over me, kissing me, touching my face gently as his mouth leaves soft kisses, hard ones, frantic ones, slow ones, over my mouth, and down my neck. 

"sebastian" I breathe.

"shh, let me take care of you" he says and sucks my nipple into his mouth as one of his hands glides over the curve of my waist and down to my hip and I moan, my back arching , my chest heaving upward as his mouth pulls gently at my nipple , sucking it hard with a groan and it pops free, bouncing back into place. 

"How much of the podcast did you hear?" I ask. 

"Im not talking about him while I worship this body, Summer" he says and I whimper. Fair point, i think to myself. 

Every kiss he gives me, every lick of his tongue over my nipples and down my stomach as me more needy than I've ever been. His tongue traces my navel and drags to my hip where he kisses then bites my flesh lightly and groans. 

"please" I whimper as he kisses down towards my pussy.

"I just want you" I plead. 

"I want you inside of me" I clarify. Because as much as I would love his tongue doing magical things to my clit, I wanted him to fuck me, to make me his, to make me not think about anything else but him. 

"condoms?" he asks , not arguing, truly giving me what I want. 

"bedside table" I pant. "top drawer" I answer, where i left hte rest of the strip that we'd taken from my kitchen cabinet that first time. 

I'm laying there, panting, watching his muscles as he moves, and reaches for the drawer and grabs the strip, ripping one off and tearing it open. I watch as Sebastian Ambrose rolls the condom onto his dick and then is moving back over me. 

"Tell me how you want me to fuck you.....what position....and how hard or soft you need it." he says as I lay on my back looking up at him. Trey never asked me how I liked it. Trey did he wanted and fucked for his own pleasure, not mine. I think about the interview, how he said I liked to ride him best. And I had to fight the fucking urge to go onto Twitter or Instagram and tell the world the only reason I liked to ride him, was because he didnt know how to fuck me, so I did it myself. That being on top was the closest I ever got to getting off with him, and even then, he couldnt last long enough to let me make myself cum.  

"However you want it" I tell Sebastian. "Show me how you want me." I tell him. Because even though we've only fucked twice, both times he was so considerate, and attentive, making sure I got off first, making sure it was so fucking good that I nearly cried. 

"No, you're gonna tell me how YOU want it." he says and then leans down. 

"I'll never fuck you like what you want doesnt matter Summer, because what you want, is all that fucking matters, now tell me how you fucking need me to give it to you babe" he says through his teeth and I whimper. 

"I dont know" I say, almost crying. I just wanted him. I truly didnt care what fucking position, or how hard or soft, because I know anyways he fucks me , he's going to make sure he takes care of me. 

"All i know is that I need you, give it to me slow or give it to me soft...give it to me on the bed or on the floor or against the wall, because i already know you're going to give it to me just the way I need it, everytime, you're gonna make cum no matter what you do or how you do it" I say and wrap my legs around him and grab his face and pull it to mine, lifting my head, meeting his mouth as he groans. 

"fuck me, please" I moan and he groans and i feel him slide into me slowly and i fucking tremble as I feel him sink into me fully, filling me just right.

"yes" I pant on his mouth. 

"Yeah?" he groans and thrusts slowly , drawing himself out, my mouth parting and my toes curling as my entire body waits for him to fill me all over again. The head of his cock left inside of me as he looks at me. My eyes on his, his hips dropping as slowly delivers himself to me, filling me as I moan.

"Yeah" I repeat. 

He hangs his head and dips it down to my ear, as he lowers himself onto his forearms, his hands slipping under the back of my head as he craddles it while slowly thrusting again.

"Tell me again how I give you what you need Summer" he whispers and kisses below my ear as he fucks me slowly, thrusting in and out of me, taking all but the tip out before sinking back into me, taking his time and stretching me out around him. 

"you give me what i need" I breathe as my mouth parts and his cock is filling me again, again. So fucking slowly, but it feels so fucking good that it hurts. Like the ache inside me for him is only multiplying, like even as he gives me every thrust, he just creates the need for ten more. 

"tell me how you know i'll make my girl cum every damn time" he groans and lifts his head and looks at me. my mouth parted as I moan and breathe as he keeps his pace so slow and gentle. 

"you'll make me cum...every time" I breathe and his eyes fall to my lips, to my chest and back up to my eyes.

"Hey Summer" he says and I nearly cum from the low rasp in his voice.

"y-yeah?" I stammer as I gasp and back arches as he thrusts just a touch harder, still going slow , but making sure both our bodies know he's deep inside of me, his cock pushing hard against my cervix, bottoming out inside of me. 

"You look more and more like my furture wife every second" he says and I moan, my toes curling and my hands go to his back and my nails dig in as his thrusts pick up, a bit faster, a bit harder. 

"yeah" I exhale, fucking agreeing, because why WOULDNT i want this man everyday for the rest of my life? If this is what being Sebastians felt like, I wouldnt ever fucking want to give this up. 

"yeah hmm?" he smirks. "That the truth, or do I just feel good inside of you right now so you're agreeing to anything I say?" 

"b-both" I stammer and he groans and kisses me.

Maybe I was a bit reckless with my heart, falling for him so quickly. Maybe I was a fool to think this could last forever. Maybe he'd get what he wants, have a good time with me for a bit, and then stop trying to impress me or being captivated by me. Isnt that what happened? Guys got what they wanted, and then stop trying? I cant picture it with Sebastian though. Even if I've only been with him a week. I cant picture him ever giving me anything less than everything. He talks and acts as if he's waited his whole life to just be mine.

"Hey Summer" he groans as he thrusts faster, and his hands leave the back of my hand as they brace in the bed and he lifts up, hovering over me as I look up at him.

"yeah?" I moan as he drives hard and deep. 

"This is mine, yeah?" he groans. 

"fuck" I cry. "yes" 

"Am I giving it what it needs?" he asks, thrusting faster, breathing harder and I moan my toes curling as his grinds into me, fucking me with short thrusts, letting his pelvis grind over mine, my clit getting rubbed with each grinding movement. 

"yes" I answer, nearly losing my mind, my nails digging into his back and dragging slightly and he groans. 

"Do you know how hard it is to look at you while inside you?" he groans. 

"How fucking beautiful you are, that those pretty eyes alone have the power to bring me to my fucking knees and make me cum with a single look, do you know you're a fucking dream come true, and  I'll always, always fucking give you what you need, that you're mine and that means i'm gonna take such good fuckin care of you every fucking day, every fucking second " he groans and thrusts harder and I cum. 

"Yeah" he groans through his teeth. "that's it Summer, cum on your mans cock while he promises you the fuckin world baby, cause it's all yours, every inch of my dick, and every single breath i take and beat of my fuckin heart is yours now" he groans, slamming into me, his hips jerking, cumming right along with me, my pussy pulsing around him as I cum so fucking hard that I scream and he drops his head, thrusting one last time as he groans into my neck and kisses it, cursing as he stills inside of me, both of us breathing hard. 

"hey summer?" he asks moments later , both of still trying to recover. I moan softly. 

"Yeah?" I exhale and he lifts his head and looks at me, my eyes are heavy and blissed out, barely opening as I look up at him. He smiles softly at me. 

"I don't want to scare you, and it's probably not the right time to say it...but I'm so fuckin head over heels in love with you." 

I swallow and my lips parting. 

"I'm scared." I say softly. 

"Sorry, I just-" he starts and I shake my head. 

"not of you loving me....but scared of how I feel...the same." I say, unable to say the words. 

"you do?" he asks and I nod. 

I lift my hand to his face. 

"Maybe im being reckless...maybe i shouldnt let myself fall for you so easily...but you make it impossible not to...and i dont think you'll hurt me...but it doesnt mean im not terrified of the possibility...but....i cant stop falling for you....even if i wanted to." I say and he smiles. 

"I'll never hurt you..I fuckin can't. I won't." he shakes his head at me. "I'm not in the business of breaking hearts, and im definitely not in the business of being careless with the girl of my dreams. I'm yours. Entirely. I can promise you, there's nothing that would make me fuck this up. I want you. Always." he says and kisses me.