EroticReverie

Axl Shaw

I lay in bed, hands behind my head , on my back, ignoring my hard cock beneath the sheets and blanket. I listen to the sound of Gibson's headboard. Her faint moans, through the walls. I was sure Jagger was being woken up right now to the sounds of Liviana and Gibson going at it once again.

Good. She should be with him. He's her age, and he'll take care of her. I won't refuse her when she comes to me, or needs me to calm her down, or the escape she needs through the orgasms I can give her. But maybe she'll get there with Gibson. Her brain is just wired to want me, because I was the first Shaw that touched her. 

I deny the possibility that she's meant to be mine. I deny the thought that making love to her would be the end of me forever. I lie to myself, every fucking day. And have been, for three years. Because I know, deep down, that Liviana Love LaCroix was made for me.  She's meant to be a Shaw. I deny that it matters who she ends up with. Because I need her and Gibson to choose each other. I need Gibson to get his head out of his fucking ass and just make her his fucking girlfriend already. Because I wasnt sure I'd be able to go much longer without her. If she wasn't officially his girl...that left her open to me....and god...I wanted to make love to her so many times since I brought her home. Knowing I couldnt, for many reasons. She's vulnerable. She's young. She belongs with him. Or maybe even Jagger. Theyre close in age too. He's got Mick to raise...she has Violet. That could be an option. 

The headboard stops banging and I roll my eyes. I swear to god. I understood that Liviana was the most gorgeous thing any of us had ever seen, and that yeah, it had to be hard to last in a girl that looked like her or looked at you the way she looked at us. But, if my brother didnt start fucking her properly, I'd beat the shit out of him. 

A few minutes later I hear the shower running. They loved to do it in the shower. 

Sure enough , more of her sweet fucking moans travel through the walls. 

I cant fucking take it. I get up, and go downstairs, finding not only a tired Jagger, but Cash and Crue are up too. I look at them cleaning off their hands in the sink. They're dressed for outside, not bed. 

"Which one?" I ask, knowing where they've been. 

"Number eighteen." Cash grins.

"And number nine." Crue grins even wider. 

Jagger and I cant help but join them. Smirking as the two chuckle together at the sink.

"You okay with that?" Jagger asks me, his chin lifting, nodding upward as his eyes direct themselves to the ceiling. 

"I'm fine with that." I mutter and walk over to the fridge.

"Well im not." Jagger muters right back and I turn after grabbing a beer and leaning against the fridge popping it open. 

"Since when do you care about those two fucking?" I ask him. 

He shrugs. Crue and Cash look at him too. 

"Jesus christ, he cant make her finish, but can make her scream like that?" Sid growls as he walks grumpily into the kitchen. I smirk slightly. This house sleeps through everything, including the sounds of women coming from each others bedrooms. But it was one woman specifically, whose sounds rose us from the fucking dead, as if it was a siren call. She sounded so fucking good being fucked. And i hate fucking admitting it, knowing what I know about her life, about what she's been through, but there was no denying it, and she wouldnt want me , or any of us to look at her differently now that we knew. She deserved whatever she wanted, and what she wanted, was for us to want her. That was always what she wanted. To be loved by us. A real family, to be a part of something. 

"Are we allowed to even talk about how hot she sounds, jesus fucking christ" Jagger mutters and shakes his head. 

I wouldnt scold my brothers for thinking about Liviana in bed. They were men. And she was...well she was fucking Liviana...the prettiest girl anyone had ever seen, and the object of their secret desires ever since she started coming around, and especially the past six months when Gibson had been screwing around with her, and keeping her overnight now and then. But if any of them thought they would be touching her, they had another thing coming. 

"Are we fucking bastards for still wanting a piece of her?" Sid asks and I clench my teeth. 

"Dont talk about her like she's fucking pie." I warn him. 

He scoffs and laughs, and elbows me away from the fridge and grabs a beer. 

We all listen as the shower stops. All with a beer in our hand as we listen to the little giggles that float down the hall and stairs to us in the kitchen as they leave the bathroom for his bedroom. At least she was giggling...laughing...smiling again. Good. Maybe Gibson could be the man she went to now to escape. Maybe I didnt have to do it anymore. Then I could stop pretending she was mine. Then I could stop wishing I'd be no better than those other men, and kept her to myself after that night. She should have been with me. She might have been too fucking young, but at least I wouldnt have sold her to other men, at least she would have been safe with me. I shake my head of that thought. 

"you tthink they're done for the night? Jagger mutters. 

I shrug. 

"I hope so...that sound she makes when she gets close....fuck." Sid growls. 

"The tiny little pained sounding moan?" Jagger growls. 

"Yup. That's the one." Sid says. "My god, she sounds so fucking-"

"alright, enough" I bite out. "We're done talking about her like that. no more. not now, not ever. Shut the fuck up." I say, ready to fucking lose it. Because, yeah I know that fucking noise, I love that fucking noise. And the even better noise of when she actually cums. The noise that only I can fucking produce from her. Thats my fucking noise. 

"Go to fucking bed. We have work in the morning." I growl as I stomp away. 

I can hear her, hear the squeak of the bed, hushed whispers and my dick throbs. Jesus christ. Again? She doesnt even cum when she's with him, what's the fucking point? She loves him, that's the fucking point. She likes being with him. That's the fucking point. She's not yours Axl. I growl internally at myself. She'll never fucking be yours. she can't be. 

I grab the door knob to Gibsons room. What the fuck am I doing? Im turning the door knob, slowly...that's what Im fucking doing. Letting it open slowly, just a crack, enough to just allow me to see her. My dick aches the second I lay eyes on her. She's on top, her hands are grabbing his, placing them on her breasts as she rolls her hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. 

"touch me" I hear her breathe. "touch me baby" she pants. 

Gibson groans, his hands on her tits, holding them, massaging them , rubbing them as she moans a bit louder. I shouldnt be jealous, shouldnt be mad. He belongs with her. She belongs with him. My cock drips precum, I can feel it. Her hands going to his chest, his hands going from her tits to her waist and then behind her to her ass as she lifts up and back down.

"Fuck me Liv, god damn, fuck me baby, i missed you on this cock so fucking much baby" he groans. 

"god i fuckin love you" he groans as she goes faster. "Shit i love you Liv, fuck" 

"I love you, yeah?" he groans and she moans. She nods as she rides him. 

"yeah" she whimpers as her body moves faster and the bed creaks louder.

"I love you too, so much" she moans. My jaw clenching. Of course he loved her. Of course she loved him. He was the one that was kind to her when the rest of us werent, the one that took care of her the way I should have been. And of course he loved her..she was god damn Liviana. We all fucking loved her. 

"not yet" she moans. "please, not yet, not yet" she begs and I listen as my brother groans, his hips jerking upward and he curses and Liviana goes still, and leans down, kissing him on his neck, his hands gripping her ass as she kisses on him, and whispers something i cant hear in his ear. 

YEah. Dont think I'd last long at all with her ontop of me with me inside her, telling me she loved me. Because when a girl like her loves you? That's the dream isnt it? Even if it isnt romantic love...or lust love...even if its just that she loves you enough to care about you...that's all we need, isnt it? For a good woman to love us just enough.....then go putting her your cock while she tells you so? Yeah I guess I understand why Gibson cant fucking last inside her. 

I dont bother to close the door back up, I leave it open the crack and walk to my room, my footsteps creaking on the old floorboards. I go to my room, opening the door and shutting it behind me, rubbing my face as I strip my clothes off and climb back into bed and just hope to god those two arent what serves as my alarm clock in the morning.