EroticReverie

Arabella

I text Zane, asking him to come to my room. Within minutes, he's opening my door and peeking in. He frowns when he sees my puffy eyes.

"What the fuck did he do?" he asks, looking behind him as if debating running to beat the shit out of Colt. 

It wouldnt be the first time Colt has made me cry. But tonight was the meanest he's ever been. And I was the idiot that was thinking while he was making me cum, that maybe he'd be nicer to me now. I knew it was stupid to hope that, and I knew it made me naive. Colt wasn't a nice guy. There were flashes of something else other than cruelty in his eyes when he looked at me, but maybe I was always imagining it. Hoping for it. Just wanting him, and all of them to love me and care for me. I was desperate for Victor. Desperate for all of them. 

"Nothing, just, can you...can you hold me?" I ask and Zane looks at me and his shoulder sag with pity and he nods. I didnt care that he pitied me or felt bad for me. I liked it. I liked that Zane was the one I could always count on to make me feel better. 

"Of course." he says and shuts my door behind him and walks over to the bed. 

I sniffle as he climbs on the bed, under the covers and I turn and tuck my head onto his shoulder. 

"What happened?" he asks, stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head. 

I shake my head. "I dont want to talk about it, I just want to lay here." 

"Is that okay?" I ask quietly. 

"Of course it is. Whatever you need." he says and kisses my head again.

We lay there in silence and I close my eyes. 

"I love you." he says softly.

"I love you too." I answer him. 

Zane is the only one who has ever said it to me. He told me he loved me before he ever even did anything with me that night when I was seventeen.  Zane is twenty seven now, and the youngest of the guys. Maybe that's why we were closer than I was with the others? Zane kept me company more than the others, was always there to talk to, and was always leaving little presents in my room for me. Out the five of them, he's the sweetest, and sometimes I feel like I dont deserve how sweet he is to me. 

We lay there in silence some more, and I just lay with my head on his chest, arm around him, listening to his heart beating in his chest. 

"will you stay with me?" I ask and he kisses the top of my head.

"Yeah" he answers softly. "of course" 

Zane has stayed in my bed at night several times. Im not sure if the others know, I know Victor doesnt. But when he stays in my bed, that's all he does. Is stay in my bed. He doesnt try to touch me, or do anything with me. I think Colt and the others assume me and Zane have messed around a lot more than we actually have. But we've really only made out a handful of times in the past year. I think Zane is terrified of Victor, for one. And just genuinely good, for two. The women in the house love him. I've heard them talk of how he's the best lover of the guys when it comes to passion. They joke and say that Zane doesnt know how to fuck, but he sure as hell can make love to a woman. 

Colt is sadistic.

Bones is rough. 

Gage is a freak. 

Zane is sweet.

Victor is their favorite overall, because I guess he's a bit of everything. 

Colt likes to give pain. Which makes sense, because I think he hates women. Especially me. 

Bones likes to get rough, slapping, choking, and the normal rough stuff I guess...and can fuck for hours apparently, so I hear. 

Gage is a freak they say. He'll lick a woman head to toe. Including the most random spots, behind the knee, between their toes, and their armpits. He's open to pretty much anything apparently, and will try almost anything once. 

Zane, like I said, is the one they prefer for "vanilla" sex. For softer sex, and sweeter sex. He kisses them and praises them while he has sex with them. He forms "Connections" with them, they say. 

Victor...does it all. He can fuck you dirty, or fuck you sweet. He fucks them so good, several of them are delusional enough to think he secretly has a special thing specifically for them.  Several of them also hate me, because deep down they know the only girl in the house NOT fucking him, is the one he has a special thing for...well...at least he did. 

I think about Colt's words. Would Victor forgive me? Forgive the guys? Would he wink at me with a smile across the table tomorrow morning during breakfast and take me outside to sit with him while he reads the paper just to have me by his side? Or was Colt right? Did I ruin my shot with him, because I became too desperate and needy for attention, giving myself to the rest of them in little pieces because the man I knew I belonged to was waiting too fucking long to just have me. 

"Arabella" Zane whispers. 

"Hmm?" I ask. 

"You're thinking really loud." he says and I smile softly. Something he always says when I stay quiet for too long, or he can tell something is bothering me without me saying it out loud.

"Sorry." I say and lift my head. 

He pushes my hair back and looks at my mouth. I scoot up a little and press a kiss to his lips and he exhales, hand sliding into my hair.

"You sure?" he asks. I nod. Kissing him again. 

The girls were right. Zane was a great kisser. His hand placement on my face, or in my hair, was always just right, making me melt into him every time. It's been months since we've kissed. His tongue is soft, and slow, sliding always methodically over my lips or over my tongue, just enough, never too much. Every second of his kiss making me want more, every second making me wish it would last forever. He was good at this. At making girls feel special. I hated thinking about the fact that I wasnt special. That he made all the girls feel like this when he kissed them. 

Did he tell them he loved them though? Like he did with me?

"Do you tell the girls you love them too?" I ask, unable to hold back the question.

"What?" he stops and his lips pull away, he's breathing hard. 

"The...the other girls...when you kiss them...or when...you're with them....do you love them too?" I ask looking at him.

"No, I don't" he answers.

"Sorry, I...I just....they always talk about how you're the best kisser....how when you....when you make love to them...you're better then the others, because you're passionate with them..."

"I dont make love to them Arabella." he says and I swallow as I look at his mouth.

"They say you do...or...at least that's what it feels like when you're with them." I say. 

His head cocks a fraction. "Well...I guess...I'm glad they feel that way....but I've never made love to a single one of them. I just have sex with them...I guess...it just happens to feel that way for them. " 

"If..." I start and lick my lips. "What if.....if it was me....would I just be sex?" 

His hand slides back into my hair, he grips it gently and shakes his head.

"You know that answer to that Arabella." he says and licks his lips. 

"i dont" I answer and he frowns slightly.

"If you...if you were mine....if I were allowed to have you... I'd make love to you....and I'd never stop." he says and I suck in a short breath and then push my lips against his and he groans as I lift my hand to his face. 

I was in love with Victor. But, I was also in love with Zane. With Bones. With Gage. And unfortunately, even with fucking Colt. I was greedy, and wanted them all to love me back. I wanted to be special, to every single one of them. I wanted the one thing they were known for withholding from the other girls, from any woman, period. I wanted their hearts. I wanted the men who kept me safe, to love me. To want more for more than just my "holes". Maybe I was stupid, and a fucking fool, and desperate. But I wanted to just fucking be loved. Was that a crime? 

"Arabella" Zane groans as I slip over him, sliding myself onto his chest, my legs slipping over him as I straddle him, his one hand still in my hair, the other on my waist, gripping it as I kiss him, and kiss him. 

"I'd make love to you too" I breathe against his mouth and he groans, his hands grabbing even harder in my hair as he tugs my mouth from his gently, his mouth going to my neck and I moan as his lips brush my neck, kissing my skin as his hand slides from my waist to my hip and over my ass, grabbing it, pulling me tighter against him as his tongue licks at my neck and he gently bites my skin and groans as I gasp. 

"i love you" he whispers. "i've loved you from the start, youre so fucking precious" 

I whimper and he groans against my neck.

"i love you too" I moan and he moves both hands to my waist and sits me up slightly, grabbing my tank top and pulling it up. 

"Zane" I breathe.

"is this okay?" he asks and I nod, letting him remove my top and his eyes go to my breasts and he gently slides his hands over them as I sit up.

"Tell me what you want me to do Arabella...tell me what you need" he says and I bite my lip with a little whine.

"I just need you to love me" 

"Already do...what else?" he says and I whimper. 

"i want you to kiss me....everywhere"  I say and he groans. His hands cupping my breasts, thumbs passing over my nipples. 

"Can I start here?" he asks and I nod. 

"come here love" he says and I feel my pussy ache as I lean upward, hands to my headboard as he holds my tits in his hands and begins to brush his lips over one of my nipples. Pressing a soft kiss to it, then around it, all over my breast as I moan, my pussy pulsing as his mouth moves to the other. 

"Zane" I moan. 

"precious girl" he whispers, kissing my other nipple. "so fucking precious"