EroticReverie

Saint 

She loves me. I know it. I’ll wait for her to say it. Knowing it is enough for me. 

We make love four other times that afternoon. A fifth time before bed. 

When I wake up I go to the kitchen to make her breakfast and smile to myself as I plate her omelette and hear the soft steps of her bare feet. I turn just in time to watch her worried face turn to relief, as she realizes her empty bed doesn’t mean that I disappeared. She’s wearing my shirt. My cock stiffens. 

“Good morning love” I say and she blushes and pushes back her messy hair and walks over to me. She’s being shy. And it only makes my dick harder for her. To watch her seem embarrassed while we both clearly are thinking about yesterday. The way she took my cock exactly as she’s meant to. 

I lean down and place a kiss on her head. 

“Sit.” I say , but then she’s grabbing my forearm and pushing onto her toes as she tips her chin up and I smile. Lowering my mouth to hers as she kisses me good morning. 

“I thought you disappeared again.” She says and her sweet eyes look at me. 

“You thought wrong. Now sit.” I say and toss my chin towards the table. I know she wants me to promise I won’t do it again. but I wasn’t sure I was done with the roses and notes. Or watching her long for me to return. But if she was going to punish her body just to prove a point to me, I couldn’t allow that. 

She looks at me a moment longer and then lowers herself from her tip toes and does as I tell her. I bring both our plates to the table, setting them down just as her nightmare of a roommate comes out of her room and sniffing the air. 

She walks into the hall in nothing but underwear and a tank top. When she comes into view where Anastasia can see her. I watch my little ballerina roll her eyes. 

“Morning you animals” Alisa smirks. She winks at me. I clutch my fork as I fantasize about driving it right into her eye socket leaving her unable to ever wink or look at me ever again. 

Anastasia soft hand grabs my fist and I look down as she squeezes my hand. I look up to her. She’s shaking her head with a little smile on her lips. As if she now finds my murderous rage cute instead of annoying. She rubs her hands over mine. 

“Behave” she whispers. My cock throbs at her giving ME orders. throbs for the way she controls me while also being so oblivious to how much I fucking restrain myself for her. If it weren’t for her. Her roommate wouldn’t have a tongue , for always calling her Annie instead of Anastasia. Wouldn’t have any fingers for the way she picked at MY girlfriend’s meals. Wouldn’t have even more of her fingers for the way she dared to touch me while Anastasia was in the shower that day. And she certainly wouldn’t be standing there without my fork protruding from her eyes for that fucking wink she just gave me. I don’t care if it was just suggestive or if it was flirty. I didn’t like her. She disgusted me simply for the way she treated Anastasia 

“Thought you two were killing each other in there.” Alisa giggles as she helps herself to the pot of coffee I made. Anastasia still holds my hand. It was THEIR coffee pot after all. And I guess I did use HER food last night to feed Anastasia. So I suppose she could drink a cup of the coffee that I’d bought. 

“Don’t comment on our sex life.” I say and Anastasia claps my hand and I look at her. Cocking my brow. 

“Be nice.” She mouths as Alisa snorts. 

“I am.” I growl quietly and she smirks. Her eyes dancing with amusement. 

“Try harder.” She whispers. My nostrils flare as I grumble and shift my hand and turn it and slip my fingers through her and holds her hand as I use my less dominant hand to take the fork and eat. 

She goes to take her hand from mine and I grip it. 

“You’re not left handed.” She says as I use my left hand to press the side of the fork into my omelette to cut a piece off. 

I keep my grip on her left hand with my right and look at her.  

“I am at the moment” I say and then press my fork into the omelette and lift it to my mouth. 

“Stubborn” she says as she squeezes my hand. 

“Or just in love.” I say before taking the bite. 

Her fingers clench tighter and I look at our hands and then at her as she swallows. I smile softly as I chew and wink at her. She sucks in a breath. I grin even more. Knowing that sound. Knowing that under my shirt she’s wearing those sweet little nipples of her are tightening and her beautiful cunt is starting to gloss itself with her arousal. 

“Eat.” I say and she swallows and nods. 

“Ben was so worried about you.” Alisa says and my jaw clenches and Anastasia stops chewing and almost chokes on her food. 

Was I worried about her being attracted to him? No.  But I didn’t like him being attracted to HER. 

“I’m fine” Anastasia says as she shoots her roommate a look that’s telling her to shut her mouth because she doesn’t know that her boyfriend is currently plotting creative ways to end Ben.

But of course the brain dead twit keeps going as she walks over standing right behind us in her underwear and tank top and holding her coffee with both hands. 

“He told me to tell you to call him if you needed anything. But …well…you were obviously busy when I got home” she giggles. 

“She doesn’t need anything I’ve got her fucking covered.” I growl and Alisa hums. She’s clearly stirring shit up on purpose. And I want to strangle her for it. 

“He said he’d stay after with you today to work on your pairing” Alisa says. 

“Our what?” Anastasia audibly gulps. 

“Oh” she giggles. “They chose spots for the next show.”

“Congrats, you’re the lead, and Ben’s leading lady” she says and my jaw clenches and my hand grips Anastasia tighter. 

“Ow” Anastasia hisses as she tries to jerk from my hold and I release her hand. 

Alisa is smirking as she sits down at the the other chair across the small table and sips her coffee. 

“Don’t worry Saint, I’ll keep an eye on them for you” she says and Anastasia surprises me. 

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!?” She shouts at her roommate whose eyes widen and my cock leaks precum from the tip hearing her raise her voice at her. Light her up little ballerina, I groan internally. 

“I’m just kidding” Alisa rolls her eyes. “Dont be so touchy” 

“How about you go out some fucking pants on instead of parading around like a desperate bitch in front of my boyfriend?!” 

Fuck. I’m going to cum in my god damn pants. Yes. Fucking tell her baby. 

“I can wear what I want in MY apartment.” Alisa rolls her eyes again. 

“Yet you chose to not wear pants this ONE time while you knew he was here?  You’re a disrespectful bitch.” Anastasia hisses and I’m going to wreck her cunt right on this fucking table in about five seconds if she keeps it up. 

Stand up for yourself little ballerina. Tell her right the fuck off. 

“Wow” Alisa scoffs. “If you’re THAT insecure, then FINE. it’s not my problem if he likes what he sees” she sniffs and lifts her nose and Anastasia growls and I nearly throw up as Alisa stands and turns and makes sure we both see her ass and her underwear riding up her ass. 

I was oddly somehow calmer than I normally would be at her suggesting the sight of her had any effect on me other than my ability to keep my food down. 

“Yeah. If he wanted pancakes for breakfast he’d have made them.” Anastasia takes a low jab in regard to Alisas flat backside , and I’m fucking smiling. 

“Well we can’t all be fat sluts.” Alisa hisses. 

Anastasia grips her fork and so do I. 

“Miles was right. You’re nothing but a dumb whore that can only manage to SLEEP her way to the top.” Alisa tosses the insult and go stand but Anastasia grips my hand. 

“He also said you were a lousy fuck!” Alisa tacks on. 

Now it’s my turn to grab Anastasia’s hand as she goes to get up. 

“Sit. Eat.” I growl as I try to stop myself from going in there and ripping her tongue out. 

“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Anastasia growls and my cock twitches. Because even though I know she wouldn’t. The way she says it, has me knowing I was more than right about my little ballerina all along. She had a crazy side to her. Just like me. Clearly not as much. But she says it. And means it. Like she’s picturing ending her and I can’t fucking stop myself. I drop my fork and take her hand and put it on my dick. 

She looks down. Her hand wrapping around it through my sweats. 

“I need you” I growl at her. 

She licks her lips. 

“Hurry up and eat so I can fuck your murderous little pussy through a wall” I groan.