EroticReverie

Lucas Cooper

 I stand across the club with a clear view of the five foot, pixie sized cock tease, shaking her ass on a table with a bottle in her hand. 

Sophie Spencer, my best friends younger step sister, is celebrating her twenty first birthday. And half of the city seems to be packed into this club, all friends of hers. 

A smile tugs at my lips as she and her friend both twerk their asses on one anothers for someone holding a phone, surely to post it to one , if not both of their accounts. She was a thirst trap queen, and she knew more than half the people that viewed her content, didn't even like her.  Her comments, we're mostly hate, calling her stupid, annoying, a whore, you name it, she's been called it. But I've never met anyone so fucking unbothered by what other people think of them. Did I think her page was cringey at times? OH hell yeah. But it was intentional. See, they think Sophie Spencer is dumb, because she plays the part. But she knows what's going to make people leave comments, good or bad. And the content of the comment doesnt matter, cause it's getting her fucking paid with each view she gets. 

Her step brother Stephen, hates it. Because he's constantly having to defend her to people. He doesnt let shit roll of his back easily, unlike Sophie, who seriously, doesnt give a single fuck. And I have to admit, it's kind of fucking hot to see a girl who seems to have zero insecurities, doesnt take life seriously, or worry about pleasing everyone, knowing it's futile anyways. She's having fun. She's enjoying life.

I lift my drink and take a sip as my friend Grayson stands beside me. 

"Stare harder." He teases, but I know he's looking too. Because Stephen isn't around , because he's already left for the night. 

"I'm trying." I say over the loud music and he laughs as we both keep watching, in a fucking trance as her tight white strapless dress creeps up her thighs even higher. 

It's an odd thing, to want to fuck someone through a fucking wall, and knowing you cant, while also being fiercely protective of them, because you've known them half of your life. Me, Grayson and Stephen (Sophie's brother) have been friends since middle school, and we were all twenty five now. So Sophie had grown up around us, and me and Grayson were her "Brothers" too. She often annoyed the shit out of us while growing up, and we teased her as brothers would, but we didnt allow anyone else to mess with her. Ever since their parents got married, Stephens new step sister, became our sister too. Grayson and I have just spent the last half decade trying to ignore how fucking hot she got all of the sudden. 

Maybe it was because that's all that girls seemed to do now, was sexualize themselves. And not even for the pleasure of men, but for themselves. Girls were becoming more outwardly expressive and "Free". They want to be sexual, while also not wanting men to sexualize them. It's a mind fuck honestly, but Im smart enough to keep my mouth shut about it. Did I think a girl dressing a certain way, meant she was asking for catcalls or men making inappropriate comments? No. But how the fuck could we not stare? I see something that looks good, I want to fucking look at it. I shouldnt be labeled a fucking pig because I give a girl a few seconds of my occular attention. But Im also giving Sophie a lot more than a few seconds of it. Indulding my eyes in the sight of that fucking dress clinging to her body. She's five foot nothing, with short, but hot fucking legs, and a perfect fucking hourglass shape, and a great set of tits, with a plump little ass. 

"I just want her to climb me like a tree, just one fuckin time" Grayson says and I huff a laugh. Because yeah, I wanted that too. I wanted her to climb, and then sit on my fucking dick and never leave. 

"This is fucking torture." Grayson says and shakes his head and looks away and I laugh. But I keep staring, because apparently Im a fucking masochist that likes the pain of how hard my dick gets thinking about screwing her. 

I tilt my head slightly, imagining all the ways I could bend that body, all the ways I could toss it around it, flip it and fuck it. I was no better than any many in the fucking room right now, no better than the crusty old men in her comments telling her how "if they were twenty years younger, they'd take her for a ride".  No better than than the fuckboys leaving dirty comments in her dms about the things they'd do to her. Some just horny filth, and some fucking scary and illegal and fucked up. It's another reason, we're constantly checking on her. While I might look at Sophie and think of a million and one ways I'd like to pound her into another fucking dimension with my cock...I kept that shit to myself. And wouldnt actually fucking do it.......unless she asked me to....of course. But I kept my interactions with her as "brotherly" as possible. She didn't need someone she trusted hitting on her, and Stephen would fucking murder me, most likely, even if she IS twenty one now, and has been legal for three years. Because there's no age that she could be, that would make me making a pass at her, okay in Stephen's eyes. 

I notice a guy ont he other side of the table, with his phone out, drinking , and "Casually" lowering his phone, while angling it up, trying to record up Sophie's dress. My jaw clenches and I walk over, quickly making my way, people parting pretty fucking easily. Because when you're six foot seven and look as pissed as I imagine my face looks right now, they're gonna fucking move. 

"PHONE" I yell at the guy, holding out my hand, and his neck cranes and looks at me. Sophie turning and placing a hand on my shoulder, my eyes catching her as she swivels her hips, using me as a way to balance herself, clearly unaware of whats going on. 

The guy stutters. I snatch the phone from his hand. I lean down. Sophie's hand sliding over the back of my shirt as I tell the guy in his ear to get the fuck out. He doesnt even have the balls to ask for his phone. Which he wouldnt have gotten back anyways. I pocket it. The turn and find Sophie nearly face to face with me and smile. 

"What's going on?" she asks, as she looks to the guy moping his way from the area and towards the exit. 

"Nothing Squeaks, don't worry about it" I yell over the music. Using my nick name for her. She smiles and gives me a look. I can never tell if she's flirting with that look, or if Sophie Spencer just has a really hot fucking face and every single look she gives makes a man think she's flirting. 

"Dance with me!" she yells and places her hands on my shoulders as she stands barefoot on the low table , almost making her my height, she's off by a few inches. 

"I dont think so Squeaks" I say and she gives me a puppy dog face, her fucking hands sliding to the collar of the dress shirt I've got on and her fingers curling around it as she pulls me, moving herself right to the edge of the table, my arm swinging around her protectively, over her lower back , so she doesnt fall, but I just end up pulling her closer, tighter. 

Now I've got her hot little fucking body gridning on me, as she giggles. I can barely hear it, but it's got the slight "squeak" to it that I love, the squeak sound that is in her giggles, and her laughs, and her voice when she gets really excited or tries to yell. It's fucking adorable. Especially when it comes out when she's mad. Seeing such a short little thing try to be intimidating and failing miserably with that adorable squeaky yell? Yeah, it's fucking cute. 

"Behave yourself Squeaks" I say over the music, not moving at all as she turns and slides her hands behind her, to my sides as she dances against me and leans back and drops herself a bit, to rub her fucking ass on me. Right on my fucking dick. She turns her head, her mouth parted, because she's just learned what a bad fucking idea that was. Because my dick is already fucking hard.

Sophie bites her lip as she keeps grinding against it and she winks at me, my hands going to her hips. She stands back up straight and turns around and then lifts her hands to my neck , brings her body against mine as she turns her head towards my cheeks, brushing her lips over my cheeks and then landing on my ear, hovering her mouth there. 

"Did you bring me a birthday present Lucas Cooper?" she says, and it's not a fucking question, not really. She's not asking if there's a professionally wrapped box with a bow on it, on the gift table, or an envelope with money in it waiting for her. I know exactly what she's asking and insinuating.

"You're quite drunk Squeaks." I say, trying my best to ignore her flirtation.

"I'm tipsy at best. " she says. "Perfectly capable of giving my consent to your present." 

Jesus christ. 

"Unless it's for someone else" she says in my ear. 

"Is it? For someone else?" she asks a second later when I don't respond. 

I shake my head. 

"You trying to get me killed by your brother?" I ask her. 

She laughs. Pulling back and cock her brow. 

"I dont plan on letting him watch. So not sure how he'd know." she says with a shrug and a smirk and then lifts her hands into her hair, doing some little fucking move that makes her look like a fucking dick charmer as she moves her hips. My mouth fucking waters, her nipples hard through her dress, the way that dress clings to her, the way my hands want to rip the dress down and put my mouth all over her and fuck her right her , right now, and ake everyone watch as I bounce her on my cock. 

She smirks and leans in again.

"When the party is over Lucas....I want my gift." she says and kisses right below my neck, pulling back with a little grin and going back to dancing with her friends that decorate the table with their barefeet and dancing bodies. Her friend giving her a little knowing smirk and looking at me and then looking at Sophie.