EroticReverie

Sophie Spencer

I wake up having to pee more than I ever had to in my entire life. My head pounds and sit up and swing my legs over the edge of my bed. But my feet take a fraction of a second more to hit the floor. When did my bed get so high? 

I open my eyes. Peeling them open against the sun that is blaring pretty fucking rudely through my window. I blinks several times.  

Not my window. 

My heart skips for a second and I place my hand on my chest and gasp. Where the fuck am I? Oh god. Whose bed is this?! I look over my shoulder. There’s no drunk man in the bed beside me. I look down at myself. My dress still on. My panties still on. Who the fuck did I go home with?! I immediately promise myself to never drink that much ever again. 

I stand and tip toe around the room and look at the floor. There’s two blankets and a pillow and I exhale with relief, because whoever it was clearly wasn’t the type to fuck me while I was drunk if they were sleeping on their own floor instead of in bed with me. 

I rub my head as I look around the room and try to piece together how the fuck I got here. And where HERE is. 

“Hello?” I call out. My voice scratchy with sleep. 

No one answers and I grow more nervous as I tug down my skin tight white dress and step to the door. Opening it slowly and peeling my head out. 

“He…hello?” I ask my voice breaking slightly and giving a little squeak. 

“Squeaks?” A male voice calls back. “Squeaks , you up?” 

Oh god. Lucas. I’m at Lucas Coopers place! Mortification seeps through me. As tiny pieces of last night come back to me. Oh god. No. I totally hit on him at the club while dancing on him. 

My head lifts as I hear him walking through the house and to the small hall and he stops at the end of it. Oh good lord. No man should look like that. It’s just not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. 

“Morning pipsqueak” he smirks as he lifts his coffee mug and takes a sip as he stands there shirtless with sweatpants hanging off his hips. 

“Um, morning” I say and he smiles as he swallows his coffee. 

“You hungry?” He asks me and I shake my head. 

“Well, you’re gonna eat anyways. I’m sure you got most of the alcohol out last night. But you need to put something other than vodka in your stomach.” He says with amusement. 

I wince and my nose scrunches. 

“I puked?” I ask. 

He laughs and nods. 

“Sure did.” He says. “You don’t remember?” He asks and I shake my head. Even though my mind can vaguely make out being hunched over a toilet. 

“Did I puke…here? In front of you?” I ask with a wince and he smiles as he walks down the hall towards me and I lift my chin to look up at him. God. He’s so tall. Six foot seven to my mere five foot. 

“I didn’t look. You specifically told me NOT to look.” He says with a curve of his lips. 

“Sounded gnarly though.” He teases and I groan. 

“God, I’m so sorry” I say and lift both hands to me reddening cheeks. 

He laughs. “You already apologized several times while in the midst of admiring how clean my toilet was.” He says and scrunch my nose. 

“I’ll clean it.” I say and he laughs. 

“You said that too. But sorry to disappoint, it’s already been done. Come on. Let me get you something to eat.” He says and nods his head back towards the rest of the house. 

“I’m alright. Really. I’ll just call an Uber and -“ 

“Squeaks. It wasn’t a choice. You’re eating. Now move it.” He says and jerks his head again and gestures for me to follow him. 

“Yes captain” I say and he laughs as I follow him. 

He gives me a glass of water and two more aspirin as I sit at the little counter that separates the kitchen from the small dining area and find him smiling as I have to climb by way onto the stool.

I huff. 

“It’s not my fault your stools are short people friendly” I say and he smiles at me. 

“Fuckin adorable” he says and shakes his head and turns. Leaving me to blush in privacy. 

I’ve always had a crush on Lucas. Ever since I was younger. I had a crush on pretty much all of my brothers friends because I was a boy crazy teenager. But Lucas , he was the one that got his name doodled in my diary with little hearts around it and his last name next to my first name as I made Pinterest boards of our future wedding. Yeah, I had it bad. And still do. And can’t believe I actually hit on him last night. Oh god. What did I say or do afterwards that I don’t remember ? Do I even want to know?

I take the aspirin and then watch as he starts to take food out of the fridge. My eyes shamelessly roaming every fine inch of skin on his back. The way his back muscles move with each movement. God he was attractive. Even his back. Every bit of him was mouth watering and delicious and god I can’t believe I fucking hit on him. I rubbed my ass on his dick for fucks sake!

“So, tell me what you remember from last night” he says. 

I groan and he looks over his shoulder. 

“I’d rather not” I say and he laughs and turns back to the counter as he grabs a bowl from under the counter and a cutting board. 

“Do you remember any part of being here last night ?” He asks. 

“No” I answer hesitantly. “Is there , um, something important I SHOULD remember?” I ask. Wondering if we had sex. If we did something at all that was sexual in nature. Because fuck. If we did and I don’t remember. I’m going to be so pissed and not being able to remember my first time getting into Lucas Coopers pants. 

He stops and turns and cross his arms as he cocks his head and looks at me. 

“Are you asking me if I fucked you while you were beyond drunk Sophie?” He asks sounding a little offended.

God. Just him saying the words “fucked you” to me is incredibly hot. But my cheeks heat as I realize that no. Lucas Cooper was not the kind of guy to have sex with drunk girls. 

“I…no…I mean…I deduced the fact I didn’t have sex when I woke up and was still in my clothes and there were blankets on the floor. Which , you didn’t have to do that by the way. You could’ve just …I dunno. Thrown me on the couch or the floor or something.” I say and he lifts a brow. 

“You think…I’d put YOU…on the floor?” He asks. And I know I’ve offended him again. 

“Okay. Well. The couch.” I say and gesture over to the living area. 

Lucas walks over and places his hands on the counter and looks down at me as I bite my lip. God. So. Fucking. Hot. He’s so fucking hot and the look he’s giving me. Jesus. It has my cheeks burning and my lower belly erupting into flames. Because his scowl, is slightly intimidating and a whole lot of fucking hot. If I didn’t know him. Having a six foot seven man look at me like that would probably actually intimidate me. But I know Lucas. So all it does is, is turn me on. 

“I put you in my bed, because you were drunk. And I wouldn’t make you sleep on the floor or the couch, regardless of your blood alcohol level. So don’t bother suggesting I should have done otherwise.” He says. 

“Okay” I say in a quick breath. Because fuck. He was making me so wet. I was going to orgasm spontaneously any fucking second if he keeps looking at me like I’m a bad bad girl. My step brother and his friends have always been protective of me. They always look out for me and I love it. But fuck. I love it even more so right now while being scolded by Lucas for questioning his generosity. Fuck me. God. Throw me over your lap and spank me Lucas Cooper.  

“Hm.” He hums and glares at me a second longer and the corner of his mouth turns up slightly as he turns around and walks back across the kitchen. I shift on my seat. God. I was going to soak this man’s kitchen stool. 

“Well thank you” I say. “I owe you a toilet cleaning” I say and he laughs quietly.  

“First ones on me Squeaks” he says and I lick my lips as I look down at his ass in his sweats and bite my lip. I wasn’t even an ass kind of girl. I checked out girls asses all the time. But Lucas Cooper, has a phenomenal ass. 

“Eyes up here Squeaks” he says and I jolt upright in my seat as my eyes fly up and find him turning his head over his shoulder with a small grin on his face. 

“Naughty pipsqueak” he teases and turns his head back and I almost fucking whimper out loud. But I swallow it down as I squirm on my seat. 

“I wasn’t looking at-“

“Adorable little liar” he says with a laugh and I shut my mouth. 

“Whatever” I say and he laughs again and then pulls out a pan and put it on the stove to heat. 

“So. Nothing happened.” I say. 

“Nothing happened.” He says and the cracks the eggs into the bowl and cuts up some vegetable for what I assume is an omelette. 

“Like…nothing …right?” I ask and he turns his head. 

“Like what?” He asks. 

I shrug. “Um. Well I remember the club…and um …dancing with you” I say and he nods. 

“Yeah. You sure were.” He says and my cheeks flush even redder. He grins slightly and turns his head back and mixes the vegetables in and starts to add a bit of seasonings from his cupboard. 

“It’s okay. Can’t say I hated it.” He says and I let out a breath. 

“I’m sorry” I say and he just hums. 

“No need to be. Like I said. I didn’t hate it.” He says. 

Didn’t hate it? What the hell does that even mean?

“So …I remember…insinuating that…um” I say. Unable to say it. God. Why was I even bringing it up? 

“Your birthday gift” he says with amusement. 

I groan and he laughs. 

“Really squeaks, we don’t have to do this. You were drinking. It’s alright. We don’t have to talk about it” he says. 

“Okay. So …you weren’t like….upset that we didn’t ..” I trail off as he pours the mixture into the pan and then walks back over to me and places his hands on the counter. 

“You really do think much of me do you Squeaks?” He asks. Shit. I’ve offended him again. 

“I do. I really do. I just….so you …didn’t want to then..and -“

He holds up a hand. I stop talking. 

“Are you asking me if I want to fuck you Squeaks?” He asks and shut my mouth and swallow hard. 

“I…no…I..” I don’t have words. Because yes. That’s what I want to fucking know. Did he want me? If I wasn’t drunk, would he have brought me back here where the night would’ve had an entirely different outcome?

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted to fuck another woman as much as I want to fuck you.” He says and my mouth drops open and my eyes widen slightly. 

“The things I want to fucking do to you are unfucking godly” he growls quietly as he looks down at me. 

“But to answer your question. No. I’m not mad that it didn’t happen. And I’m not mad you had fun and got drunk at your birthday party. I’m not mad that I spent the night holding your hair while you got sick  and sleeping by your feet to make sure you were okay. I’m not mad , even though I had to fight myself from putting my fucking hands all over you last night. God. That fucking dress Squeaks. That god damn dress. Is STILL fucking killing me.” He says and suck in a breath as he leans over a bit more and I just blink up at him as he smirks slightly. 

“I want to fuck you. And god, I’d fuck you like we were the last two people on this fucking earth.” He says , his voice deep and so fucking hot as he looks at my mouth and licks his lips. 

“I’d fuck you so good pipsqueak, that you’d never want to leave my fucking bed”

“Lucas” I breathe his name and he groans and shakes his head. 

“But I can’t say those things , can’t want them, because your step brother Stephen would have my head , and fucking you is the last thing I should do” he says and my brows pinch. 

“Probably not the LAST thing , I think there are things worse than-“ 

“Shut your cute little mouth Sophie Spencer” he groans and then pushes up off the counter and turns back to the stove and walks over and starts to flip the omelette as I try to recover from the fact he just admitted he definitely , very definitely , wants to fuck me. 

“He doesn’t even have to know” I say and Lucas looks over his shoulder. 

“Quit being trouble Squeaks” he says and I pout to myself as he looks away again. 

“So..you’re just gonna say that to me…and what.. that’s it?” I ask nearly breathless.

“That’s it.” He says and I feel my teeth grind and I let out a huff. 

“Even if you did promise to fuck me so good while i carried you into the house.” He says and. I swallow.  God. I would too , I’d fuck this man like a wild fucking animal. 

“I’m twenty one. It’s not like I’m eighteen or something, he doesn’t get to tell me-“

“Squeaks. Don’t.” He says and pulls the pan off the stove and then plates the giant omelette and carries it over and sets it down. Sliding it across the counter to me with a fork. 

“Just be quiet. And eat” he says and I just look at him and glare slightly. 

“You can’t say that stuff to me and just-“

“Eat Sophie. I won’t say it again.” He says. 

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child” I hiss. 

“Then do as you’re told.” He says and my lips tighten and he smirks and he leans down on the other side of the counter. Bracing his forearms on it. Clasping his fingers together as he looks me in the eyes. 

“Be a good girl Squeaks” he says , his voice soft and dirty and hot as hell. 

“Oh screw you.” I hiss. 

He laughs. 

“Youre totally fucking with me. You are such an asshole” I say. Mortified. He didn’t mean a thing he said. He wanted to mess with me for hitting on him. 

“No. I very much want to fuck you. That’s not a lie. But I also want you to be a good girl and eat your damn breakfast.” He growls slightly and I lick my lips and he grins. 

“Eat.” He says the word clipped and demanding and I want to shove every bite down my throat when he sounds like that. But I also want to tell him to go fuck himself. 

“And if I don’t?” I ask. 

He scowls. “You will. Cause you’re a good girl Sophie. Aren’t you?” 

“Stop flirting with me if you’re not even going to fuck me.” I huff and grab my forks and stab the food and he laughs. 

“You’re not funny” I say and shove a piece of it into my mouth and chew angrily as he smiles watching me eat. 

“Adorable little creature” he muses and I roll my eyes. 

“Not adorable enough to have sex with apparently” I say and he laughs and shakes his head. 

“You wouldn’t even be able to handle it Squeaks” he smirks. 

I narrow my eyes. “Oh. Trust me. YOU would be the one unable to handle it Lucas.” I hiss his name and he grins. 

“Fuckin beautiful little cock tease” he groans. I almost choke on my next bite. 

“Yeah. That’s right. You tease my dick more than you could ever even know. Fucking gorgeous little doll that you are.” He says and my fork hangs mid air. He grins at me. 

“Keep eating” he says. 

“Then quit saying hot shit to me!” I squeak in frustration and he groans. 

“God you make me so fucking hard” he groans and licks his lips. His eyes falling to my mouth and then back to my eyes. 

“Fuck you” I accidentally squeak again. Growing annoyed by this little exchange. What was the point in building sexual tension that he had no intention of breaking?! 

“Youre the sexiest fucking thing. You know that? That little squeak…fuck. I want to feed your pretty mouth every inch of my-“

“Stop!” I drop my fork. 

“Seriously! Don’t say that shit to me if you’re not going to do it!” I yell at him. My fucking squeaky angry voice making him groan. 

“Jesus, you’re going to have me hard for days if you keep it up” he groans. 

“Lucas!” I yell at him. 

“Eat your fucking food Sophie” he growls and I 

“No!” I cross my arms and he growls and walks  around the counter and his hand slips up into my hair and grabs it and I let out another squeak that was supposed to be a yelp as he tugs my head back and looks down at me. 

“Eat your fucking food. Be a good girl. Because taking care of you gets me off. Now eat your fucking food, tease my fucking dick by being a good little girl Squeaks” he groans as he looks down at me and I’m fucking PANTING. 

“Can you do that for me, and finish your food like a good girl?” He groans as his other hand wraps around my throat. God. I was going to get pregnant just sitting here with this man’s hand pulling my hair and lightly gripping my throat. 

“Be a good girl Sophie, because if you’re good….well then….i might just HAVE to reward you…whether I should or not” he says and I nod. 

“Mmmm” he hums with a smile. 

“Do you like this? My hand on your throat?” He asks and I nod and he groans.

“Good. Cause it looks good there Squeaks. It looks REAL fucking good.” He says and then leans down and whispers in my ear. 

“Now finish your breakfast and maybe I’ll let you watch me jerk myself off just like I did last night standing beside the bed while looking at this gorgeous little face of yours” 

I gasp and he grins. 

“You….did that?” I ask. And he nods to my fork. Telling me silently if I want him to answer than I need to do as I’m told. God. I pick up the fork. And take another bite. 

“I’ll tell you all about it when you watch me stroke my cock for you Squeaks” he smirks. 

I eat the rest of my breakfast in record fucking time.