EroticReverie

Violet Marie Vaughn

The party is bigger than I'd expected, which is fine by me. It'll make sneaking away from it to meet up with Liam , that much easier. Hannah and her friends, which are slowly becoming my friends too, are all flirting with guys or girls, drinking and having fun. 

"I'm outside, parked two houses down on your left when you come out." Liam's text comes through, buzzing in my purse. After taking it out and looking at the message, I dont even have to sneak away, I just walk right out of the party, depositing my red solor cup that was gifted to me by a drunk guy at the keg, that I only used as a prop to make it look like I was here to actually party.

I chose to wear the set of neon purple lingerie that I'd bought when out earlier today. The color close to the more vivid hues of purple in my hair. I was wearing a short floral lilac colored sun dress and a pair of sandals as I walked myself down the street. The houses were spread far apart with large yards seperating them, and I could see Liam's car from where I was, my heart thumping in my chest. 

I shouldnt be sneaking away with him, I shouldnt keep feeding the connection I had with this grown ass man with a daughter my age, but I couldnt bring myself to stop. The force between us was too strong, and the current dragged me into me into , no matter how much I knew I should swim in the fucking opposite direction. 

He gets out as I approach and I smile as he stands there in long dark pants, and a long sleeved dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, his hair was done, and he'd shaved, like he was on a date. He'd gotten done up, dressed up for me. I swallow down the implication that it gives me. That he's putting effort into this. He could easily have shown up in sweats and a sweaty shirt with holes in it, and I'd still run off with him in the night. He could have me, and he knew it, but was still putting in effort, as if he wanted to impress me. Or maybe Im just over analyzing it. 

"You look great." I say as I get closer, his smile widening and he reaches a hand out, sliding it to my waist, and behind me to my lower back, pulling me in. I let myself be pulled against him, my hand going to his chest, my breasts pressed against him as he leans me back slightly as he brings his mouth down to meet mine as I lift my chin. 

He smelled so good, his mouth tasted of mint, and the scent of his cologne had my knees nearly buckling as his lips pressed to mine. 

Kissing him in the middle of the street wasn't a brilliant idea, but I wasnt about to pull away. My hand slides up, my arm around his neck as I smile against his lips, our mouths parting, tongues inviting each others to dance softly , pushing over one another, slipping along each others lips, my new panties, soaking from the arousal that was already building as I anticipated sneaking away with him.

"You taste good" I say against his mouth, feeling his lips smile over mine, and he presses another kiss to my mouth then pulls back and looks down at me. 

"So do you" he smirks and then just his chin toward the other side of the car. 

"Let's get going before I taste more than just your mouth , in the middle of the street." he says, guiding me to the side of the car, and I walk, letting him open the door for me. 

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Fifteen minutes later we're parked at the beach , near the board walk. It's late and the only thing open are the bars, and Im suprised he brought me here, instead of back to his beach house. Again, maybe Im over analyzing, but he wanted more than sex, or at least that's the conclusion I let myself draw when he gets out, and opens my door again, and holds out his hand and asks me to take a walk with him. 

We walk on the wooden boardwalk, away from the busier end with the bars, passing by other people, a few couples, a few groups of teenagers, my age, some younger, goofing off. 

When we're away from everyone, walking down toward an empty pier, his hand slips into mine, and my heart jumps into my throat as our fingers interlock as if it's an inevitable reaction. 

I look down at her hands, and I love how our hands look together. 

"This okay?" he asks and I lift my eyes to him. His brow lifted, and he must be mistaking my glance at our hands as hesitation or being unsure. I let my fingers curl a bit tighter.

"It's perfect." I say and the corner of his mouth lifts. 

If this could only be sex, why was he taking me here, holding my hand? Not that I didnt want more than sex, but he's the one who said it couldnt be more than sex. Yet here we were, not in a bed, but holding hands , walking down a pier and out over the water. I didnt want to ask him what he was doing taking me here, or what this meant, I didnt want to ruin what felt sweet and perfect. As we get to the end of the pier, there's no overhead lights, either turned off, or needing to be replaced. The only light is the moon and the stars. If I was here alone i'd be terrified being in the dark , at the end of a pier, but with his hand in mine, I felt safe, content. Happy even. I ignore the dangerous and messy feeling in my heart and my head and the flutters in my stomach as he slips me in front of him. I place my forearms on the wooden railing, looking out over the water, as he stands behind me. 

"Are you cold?" he asks as the wind blows my dress, and my nipples tighten at the cooler air out  over the water, blowing my ponytail and the babyhairs along my hair line and nape of my neck. I shake my head. Because it might be a bit chilly, but my insides were hot molten lava as he stood there, hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down slowly, his voice low near my head, his cheek resting on the side of my head. 

We stand there, his arms end up wrapping around me, crossed over the front of my shoulder, across my upper chest, his mouth, kissing the side of my head and my eyes close, my hands lifting, to latch onto his forearms gently. It felt good, it felt nice to be held in his arms. The night id spent with him after the bar, after wed hed sex multiple times, while the sex had been crazy fucking good, the best part had been after we'd cooled down, and cleaned up and he took me back to his bed, with fresh sheets, and laid me back down, tucked me into his arms, instead of calling an uber or a lyft. I swear, even though we were sleeping the rest of the night, our connection had kept forming every second I laid in his arms. 

"I like your arms around me." I say when neither of us speak, both of us just looking out over the water. I feel his arms wrap just the slightest bit tighter and he kisses my temple again.

"You fit perfectly in them." he whispers and my nipples tighten more, and not from the wind. But the soft rumble of his whisper against my ear, and his words, admitting I fit well in his arms. 

"I thought this was just sex." I say, unable to not ruin the moment apparently.

"It is." he says and my heart plummets and I close my eyes. 

"Then why does it feel like more?" I ask and his arms slowly drop away, one hand slliding up my arm where his head is near my shoulder, pressed against my head , fingers trailling up my arm leaving an army of goosebumps flooding up skin in the wake of his touch. 

"Because it'll always feel like more with you and me Violet." he whispers, his fingers dancing over the thin strap of my dress, gently lowering it, then I feel his fingertips trace the strap of my bra. His finger tucking under it and gently sliding it down my shoulder, head dipping mouth brushing the curve of my neck, kissing down to the ball of my shoulder.

"But its ...nothing more?" I ask, my breath short, the air in my lungs held in as his other hand slips up my other arm, repeating the same removal of the strap of my dress and my bra. The fabric hanging off my upper arms. 

"It cant be Violet" he whispers his hands going to my waist, hands bunching my dress slightly as my bra and top of my dress lower just slightly. 

"Then why bring me here? Why dress up instead of just taking me back to the beach house?" I ask. "Why make it feel like more than what it can be?"

"Because, we can pretend....for just a little while...that's it everything we want it to be" he whispers and his hands slide up my sides his hands slip away then reach around the front of me, cupping my breasts in his hand.

"Can we pretend for a little while? That you're not my daughters friend? That you're not seventeen and I'm not forty? Can we pretend that it's okay for me to need you like I need air?" he asks and then pushes down my dress over my breasts and I suck in a breath as I nod.

"You're so fucking beautiful Violet" he whispers, hands sliding down my arms as he drags the straps of my dress down my arms. 

"someone could see us" I whisper.

"let them" he whispers back as my hands lift out of my straps and his finger glide up my spine and unclasp my bra, and I shiver as he slowly pushes the straps down my arms, and the cups of my bra fall down , my tits hanging freely as the ocean air brushes my skin. 

"Are you too cold?" he asks. My bra draped over the railing as his hands slide between my sides and arms, and up over my torso, cupping beneath my breasts as he stands behind me, leaning his head over, looking down at my chest in his hands. 

"no" I answer softly.

"then these, are for me?" he whispers, and gently pinches my nipples, rolling them back and forth in small , slow twists as I arch my back.

"yes, they're for you" I answer on a breath and he groans.

"you may be young Violet....but your body, is all woman.." he groans softly and his hands palm my breasts, my double d's spilling through his fingers and grips them, squeezing them and my back arch, my chest heaving into his touch.

"You've got the curves of a woman, not a young lady....but god....you ARE young, arent you Violet, so fucking young, and making it impossible for me to keep my fucking hands off you" 

Part of me knows that if he knew my age that night, he wouldve ran like hell in the other direction. But another part of me thinks, maybe now...since the damage is done...that Liam , might like the fact I lied. That maybe my age turns him on more than he cares to admit. That maybe already forming a connection, makes him feel less guilty about the fact I'm a year shy of letting him somewhat jusifty his attraction. 

I lift my hands up, behind his neck and he groans as my breasts lift and his hands push them higher and he keeps massaging them, dropping them, picking them back up, teasing my nipples as I writhe against him , my fingers on one hand sliding up the back of his head, into his hair. 

"I thought you wanted to pretend I wasnt seventeen?" I ask and he hums and pinches my nipples a little harder and I hiss. 

"There's no way for me to pretend you're not seventeen...no way for me to pretend you werent made for me to sin with" he whispers and I bite my lip. My dress hanging on my hips as his one hand slides down my stomch and under the dress and into my panties. 

"Liam" I gasp as his finger pushes over my clit. 

"Fucking hell" he groans as his fingers slides down and sinks into my cunt, thrusting slowly in and out as he finds how fucking soaked I am. 

"You can take the pill after tonight.....I need this one more time...several more times tonight, before I have to start wearing condoms." he groans and slides a second finger in. 

"Liam, please" I whimper.

He groans, sliding his fingers out of me, and turns me around and I look up at him, before I lift my arms and shove my breasts against him and pulls his mouth to mine. 

My eyes search the pier and the boardwalk, but there's nobody near us. 

He pulls me away from the railing, back toward the bench a few yards from the railing and unbuckles his pants, unzipping them quickly, pushing them down just enough and sitting and pulling me onto his lap. 

"tell me you want me" I breathe, cupping his face and kissing his mouth, hovering over his lap as I straddle him. 

"i want you" he groans. 

"tell me it doesnt matter how old i am, that you need my teenage pussy" I whisper.

"fucking christ Violet" he groans. 

"Tell me you need it" I bite his lip.

"I fucking need it" he growls and grabs my hips. 

"say it" i breathe.

"I need your teenage pussy Violet" he groans. Sounding half turned on and half ashmed with himself. 

"god, i fucking need it, baby" he groans and grabs my ass under my dress that still hangs around my waist. 

"I may be seventeen Liam, but I'm your woman" I moan as I kiss him and he groans, pushing his cock against me. 

"Give me what I fucking need Violet" he groans loudly and I whimper and kiss him hard.

"this is  more than sex Liam, i'm not pretending, neither are you, it's okay to need me, i'll be eighteen soon" 

I reach down, guiding his tip along my cunt and I place my other hand on his cheek. 

"for now though, im going to fuck you with my seventeen year old pussy" I whisper and he groans and I bite my lip.

"Violet" he groans. 

"my wet, unprotected, tight teen pussy, Liam" I breathe.

He groans loudly, and  my eyes widen, as I feel a jet of cum hit my cunt.

"jesus!" he growls and his head goes back.

I just hover there, cum covering the entrance to my pussy, he wasnt even inside of me, just barely the tip. 

"Shit" he curses and breathes hard. 

"fuck, sorry, god, damnit" he groans and I just blink. 

"Did you...." I trail off.

"Yes" he huffs and looks down at his lap as I slide back. Lifting my skirt. He groans at the mess we've made. I reach down, rubbing myself between my legs.

"jesus" he groans as he watches my hand and then lifts his eyes. I lift my hand and suck my arousal and his cum off my fingers and his jaw drops. 

"fuck, you're magnificent" he sighs and I grin and lick my fingers, and suck them again. 

I place a hand to the back of the bench, the other going back between my legs and I begin to rub my clit.

"How are you this dirty Violet?" he asks, his breath heavy as he tries to recover.

I writhe, my hips moving against my own touch as my tits lifts. 

"mmmmm, suck them" I moan as he brings his mouth to my breast, kissing them and he groans.

"You're dirty too Liam..." I moan as I watch him suck my nipples, one then the other, going back and forth.

"undressing me in public....putting your hands on my seventeen year old tits in public...commiting crimes with my pussy, cumming all over it and sucking on my tits while i masturbate on your lap" I moan and he growls, biting my nipple hard. 

"you're a filthy little bitch" he groans and slaps my breast and I feel my cunt clench as I hiss. 

"get back on my dick" he growls. 

"I wasnt on it yet, remember?" I tease. "You came before i even-"

"god, shut your mouth you gorgeous brat" he grabs my hips and pulls me down as he thrusts up, making me scream as my air is knocked from my lungs.

"you're on it now Violet, arent you?" he grunts, thrusting again. 

"uh huh" I cry, grabbing his shoulders.

"yeah, right where you belong baby girl" he groans. 

"yeah" I whimper as I bounce, his cock filling me, my wet cunt falling down as he thrusts up into me, my head going back, my tits bouncing as I lean back, his hands supporting my back.

"you fuck so damn good for seventeen" he growls. "fuck, you fuck my dick so good Violet" he grunts as I ride him, his thrusts ceasing as I take over and grab the back of the bench again, clenching around his cock as I take him and out of my aching pussy, unable to get enough of him. My hips wild and fast as I grind, and then bounce again, changing my movements, unble to settle on what fucking feels best, cause it all feels so fucking good. 

I grab his face and crash my lips to his and whimper as I pant against his mouth, both of us panting, both of us with hands on each others faces as I grind on his dick while it's inside of me. my tits brushing against his shirt.

"i love your dick" I moan on his lips. "i love your dick inside of me" 

"i love making your big dick wet with my horny little cunt" I whimper and he curses.

"fuck" he grunts. 

"talk dirty to me" I beg. "make me cum"

Liam grabs my face, kissing me. 

"you own this fucking cock Violet"

"God damn you own it, baby" 

"you own a forty year old mans cock Violet"

"i've never had pussy so fucking good"

"i want to fuck you every chance I get, and hold you in my fucking arms at night"

I moan loudly, riding his faster. His hands drop to my waist and I bounce on his lap, riding him as hard and as fast as I can.

"god , it's so much more than sex, it's so much more than being addicted to your tight young cunt" 

"fuck" I cry "dont stop" I cry out even louder.

" i shouldnt want you, but you are all i fucking want Violet" 

"I want you so god damn bad, baby"

"yeah" i moan. 

"made me fall for a seventeen year old, before I even knew the way you fit so god damn good on my cock" 

"So god damn charming at that bar, those beautiful fuckin eyes, drawing me in, that smile had me hook line a fucking sinker"

"Fucking your immaculate fucking cunt is just a bonus , baby" 

"I need more than just your pussy Violet, I want all of you" 

"Yes!" I cry, cumming harder than ever, shaking and Liam groans as my cunt pulses, cumming on his cock. His hands pulling me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me, grabbing my ass as he thrusts into me, fucking me through my orgasm as he chases his. 

"Liam!" i cry, so fucking lost in my orgasm, and my fucking feelings for him. 

"Yeah baby" he groans. "Say my fucking name" 

"Liam" I gasp as he fucks me even faster, grunting, his hips jerking.

"take that fucking cum" he grunts as he pushes down on my hips as his hips jerk one last time, spilling the last of his cum, groaning and breathing hard, his body twitching slightly and then relaxing as he lets out a long breath. 

I lay against his chest, his hands sliding up my back, I bury my head against neck, kissing on his neck. 

"We should get going." he says several seconds later. I nod. unsure of what just happened. Were we more now? Or was it just heat of the moment? the sex and the talk had been a bit dirty, but there was more to it, at least for me. Everytime he touched me it felt like there was more to it. 

I slide of Liam's lap, adjusting my panties and grabbing my bra, pulling it on as he shuffles his pants up and I listen to the sound of his belt and zipper as I  reclasp my bra and pull up my dress, sliding my arms into the straps. 

I watch Liam rub the back of his neck and look at me. I stare in his eyes for a moment, and then my lashes drop , because I cant stand the way he's looking at me and I realize tonight was exactly as he said. Him pretending. It was still just going to be sex. And maybe some stolen moments that fucked up my head and my heart. 

"We should get going, I should drop you off back at the party." he says.

"Yeah. Okay" I say and walk toward him, past him. Wait for him to grab my hand , or tell me to wait, and say something special and reassuring. 

My eyes water and my throat clogs as I will myself not to cry when neither of those things happen. He walks by my side, but a few steps back. I wrap my arms around myself. closing my eyes, allowing a single tear to escape. I was a fool. And I was also a liar. The liar that was responsible for all of this. 

He opens my door, but no words are spoken as he drives me back to the party.

"Violet." he says gently as I reach for the door when he parks three houses back this time. 

I dont look at him. But i give him three whole seconds , all of which are wasted, and he says nothing more. 

I open the door and get out, shutting the door and walking back to the party, tears falling like rain down my cheeks as I choke them back as much as I can, I listen to his car , the sound of tires moving in the opposite direction as he drives off, and I let myself fall to the grass.

Arms cross over my knees, as I pull them close to my chest, my head on my arms as I cry. It's my own fucking fault. For hearing him say he just wanted to pretend tonight, then me believing it was more when he'd clearly said it wasn't in the beginning. Him dressing up, meant nothing. Him taking me somwhere as if it were a date, meant nothing. The way I felt when we came undone together? Meant nothing. 

I hate myself for crying while his cum is still seeping out of me and into my panties.  HE would never be with me. My age, his daughter...my lie. What was the point in pining over him, wanting him, wanting more...if i'd never have it. Could never have it. 

I settle myself and pick myself up and go back to the party. My phone buzzing in my purse. 

I take it out. 

"I'm sorry." Is all it says. 

"We probably shouldnt continue this. Any of it." He types.

I roll my eyes. Forty years old, and he's doing this over text? 

"You're right. We shouldn't." I reply. 

"If you were older Violet. Things would have been different." 

"Got it. Understood. Goodnight Liam." I type back. Anger swirling with my sadness. 

"I'll leave the pill in your bag in Hannahs room, under your clothes." he says.

I huff. "Thanks" I type my reply. 

"I'm sorry Violet." he says again. And I say nothing. Blocking his number and turning off my phone. and walking in the front door of the party.