EroticReverie

Archer

I pause when I come out of the bathroom in the morning and catch Valencia and Emmet in her doorway. Him in his sweatpants...her...in his hoodie with no pants on, the both of their heads turning to look at me .  My eyes drop to her legs, I look back up. She looks nervous like Im her fucking father, about to tell her she can't date Emmett. But I heard them last night, I already knew they'd hooked up, because I came up from the basement and her the squeaking of her mattress through the floors. 

"morning" Emmett says and then goes right back to what he was doing, kissing her. Her eyes are on me for a moment while his lips on hers. but then she closes them and turns her back to me slightly and Emmett holds her face, kissing her deeply, tongue in her mouth and groaning on her lips. 

My lips tighten, and walk down the fucking stairs and to the basement. 

I've been better with Valencia. Im civil, and I dont treat her like shit like I did that first day and night she showed up. But I cant say Im ready to admit to myself or anyone how much it fucking kills me having her around. It's a knife in the heart, and a punch in the fucking dick watching her exist. Wanting to kiss her one minute, and yell at her the next. Watching her , while imagining her arguing with me like she used to and then imagining shoving her into the wall and attacking her rude little mouth with my tongue to shut her up. 

I jerk off three fucking times a day to her. To the picture frame on my bedside, that I dug through the trash for like a fucking sad little raccoon on garbage day, unable to part with it. 

I work in construction and the job we're on, is an hour and half drive, so im up early, which is probably why they didnt know i was already in the bathroom, or, they just didnt care. Whatever, it doesnt matter. I get dressed and walk upstairs and find Val in the kitchen. I gulp as I see her standing there in one of my favorite dress. One she'd left here. And sometimes id wondered if she purposely left it behind just to fuck with me , or to leave another part of me behind. 

Her hair is up in a ponytail and she's standing at the counter, in barefeet, and that god damn dress. With my fucking lunch bag open and my thermos sitting on the counter. 

"What are you doing?" I ask her, I sound angry. I AM angry. She cant just fucking make my lunch, make my coffee, and wear that fucking dress while she does it. 

Her head turns. 

"I'm ..making your lunch?" she asks. 

My brows pinch. 

"Dont do that." I say and walk over to her.

"Its not a big deal. I was up, and you have an early morning." she says. 

"Youre not my girlfriend." I say and she blinks at me. 

"I....I know that." she says, her eyes flashing with hurt and she looks away. 

"I was just...i wanted to do something nice...im sorry" she says and my nostrils flare.

"Dont fucking apologize to me." I growl and her eyes lift.

She looks confused. Good, cause so am i. I dont know why, but i want to fucking argue with her. God, i need to fucking argue with her. She blinks, and seems to realize exactly what the fuck am im doing. 

"Shut up Archer." she says and whips her head away from me and her ponytail flies and smacks me in the chest. My nostrils flare and my dick hardens. Fucking perfect. Just what I need, a hard on to jack off in my truck like a fucking animal while driving to work. 

"You had to do it in this fucking dress, what the fuck are you getting at wearing this god damn dress around me?" I growl at her. 

"It's just a fucking dress." she says and slaps the bread on my sandwich and then pops the lid on the sandwich box and then shoves it in my lunch bag. I move behind her and place on hand on the counter, then the other, both on opposite sides of her.

"you know its my favorite" I speak quietly but my chest still rumbles and I watch the goosebumps rise on her arms.

"Is it? I didnt know you had favorite dresses for women you hate, and dont even look at." She shrugs. 

"fuck you, i love you and you know it" I whipser in her ear and she sucks in a breath. 

"fuck you back" she says and I smile. 

"you've lost your touch when it comes to arguing with me, turn around and look at me" I groan. 

"last time i did that you told me you couldnt stand to look at me pushed my face into your mattress and fucked me like a whore" 

"and ill do it again if you dont turn the fuck around and look at me" I growl and she whips around and glares up at me. 

"youll never fuck me like that again" 

"Why not?" I cock my head.

"Because, i hated it." she hisses and I lick my lips. 

"Yeah? Why?" I ask and she pushes as hard as she can against the counter. 

"because, it ....because you looked at me like you really hated me"

"I did...i still do" I say. 

"and you....love me too?" she asks. Fuck. 

"mm" I nod once. "it seems that way little heartbreaker" 

She pinchers her brows. 

"Dont fucking call me that." she says and glares at me. 

"Fix the rest of my fucking lunch like a good girl Valencia." I whisper. 

"fuck you, fix your own fucking lunch" she hisses and shoves at me, she's fucking angry, getting pissy, and me? Im just getting harder. 

"where you think you're going?" I grab her hip when she tries to duck under my arms. 

"you dont talk to me pretty much all fucking month, and when you do you act like youre getting a fucking root canal." she says and cross her arms over her chest, I look down at her cleavage, then back up at her. 

"maybe looking at you hurts, maybe hearing the god damn voice i went four years without, fucking makes me crazy, maybe i dont know what i want when it comes to you, but im trying to figure it the fuck out, and its taking me longer than Emmett and Drew to decide whether or not i want you again" 

She flinches, but then her lips tighten. 

"You wanted me that night, even it was just to hate fuck me" she hisses. 

"no baby, that was your pussy i wanted....not you" I say.

She lifts her hand and smacks my face and I grab her wrist and she snarls at me. 

"fuck you" she whines as I grab her other wrist and pin them behind her as I pull her away from the counter. 

"dont be a fucking dick" she hisses. "I dont like it" 

"i dont give a shit what you like, turn around and lift that fucking dress and let me have you" I say looking down at her. Her brows pinch and she glares. 

"No" she says sticking out her chin.

"You wore this dress for a reason and you know, missiong accomplished, you feel how hard you fucking made me, now turn around and let me fuck you against this kitchen counter you beautiful fucking tease" I groan and her breath hitches. 

"dont say mean things to me, dont...say..you dont want me and you only want my pussy" she whimpers. 

"even if its true?" I ask. 

"its not true" she says, her eyes watering.  "....is it?" 

"you said shitty things that night, and you said you shouldnt have, but youre being mean...like....really mean" she sniffs.

"turn around" i whisper. 

she shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"let me go" she whimpers as I turn her around myself and wrap my arms around her and she wiggles in my hold. 

"Let me go Archer" she fights me.

"shhh, calm down" I whisper in her hair. She slowly calms as I hold her , wrapping my arms around her tightly and dipping my head down, kissing her shoulder. she whimpers as I kiss over it, and up to her neck.

"Archer" she shivers.

"shhhh" I whisper against her neck and then release my arms.

"put your hands on the counter baby" I whisper and she shiver and lifts her hands.

"good girl, .....did you fuck him last night?" I ask her as my hands slide up her thighs, lifting the dress. 

"yes" she answers. 

"did he make you cum?" I whisper as I tuck my thumbs into the hips of her panties and push them down slowly. 

"y-yes" 

"where did he cum?" I ask. 

"Archer" she breathes. I already know the answer. 

I leave her panties around her thighs as I unbuckle my belt. 

"Lift your pretty dress that you wore for me this morning Valencia.....because you put it on for me...didnt you?" I ask , groaning as she nods then answers with a quiet shaky "yes". 

"did you know it would get you fucked, is that why?" I whisper as I unzip my jeans and shove them down letting them hang open as Valencia lifts her dress and shows me her ass, and then drops it above her full hip and places her hand back on the counter. 

"answer me" I groan, I slap her ass , just a little hard, enough to sting and she jumps onto her tip toes. 

"what what?" she stammers. 

"did you...or did you not...know putting on this dress...would get you fucked?" 

"I did" she whines. 

"I'm gonna ride your little pussy up against this counter Valencia, and you're gonna cum on my cock , and let my cum compete with Emmett's to get you pregnant again" 

"f-fuck" she stutters as I wrap her ponytail around my fist and my other hand lines up my cock.

"you gonna let the three of us compete to knock you up again?" I groan and my cock pushes into her and she gasps. 

"archer" 

"shut up and answer me, do you want us to fight over this pussy and who gets to give you another baby?" I groan as I sink deeper. 

She pushes up onto her tip toes and I grab her shoulders.

"Feet flat on the fucking ground Valencia" I growl and she whimpers, the heels of her feet hitting the floor. 

"Now stay still and let me fuck you deep up in that fucking pussy, ....and fucking answer me....do you want us to fuck you everyday, play fucking cock roulette and see which one of shoots a baby up into that cunt next?" I groan. 

"jesus christ" she cries. 

"well, do you?" I groan and pull her hair again with one hand the other dropping to her hip. 

"y-yes" she whimpers. "Yes, yes" 

"fuck my cock" I growl at her, pulling her ponytail and grabbing her hip hard, my dick already buried up inside her. I groan, dropping the ponytail and grabbing her hips, pushing downward, and my hips pushing up, giving her a little control as I can, as she writhes on my fucking dick. 

"good girl, fuck me" I groan, but she cant fucking move up and down, because ive got her locked on my fucking cock and all she can do is clench her fucking and rock her hips a little with my inside of her. 

"i miss this...i miss fucking you in the mornings while everyone else asleep, you giving me this pussy right here, against the counter, sending me off to work like a good girl by letting me make love to you right here" I groan. she moans and reaches one arm up and back, clasping it behind my neck., arching her back as her ass pushes into me. I barely move, but i beging to thrust just a little bit. 

"I love this fucking dress, you look so fucking beautiful" I exhale and she whimpers, clenching around me.

"i love you" i groan. "i fucking love you and miss you so fucking much" 

"archer" she moans, turning her head and I drop mine down, stealing her mouth as I thrust from behind, pushing her hips forward, against he counter, her one hand on the counter the other still behind my neck. My one hand reaching up the front the dress . She told me the first time she wore this dress, it was called a milk maid dress. this one was down just past her knees, a corset top, her beautiful tits still sit so fucking pretty in it, the little thing tie in the middle that cinches the slightly stretchy fabric  closed. It was white, with a light pink floral pattern. 

"i love you little heartbreaker" I groan as I grab one of her breasts and thrust into her. She whimpers and pushes onto her toes , she slides her hand up my neck and into my hair, and grips it. 

"dont call me...that" she pants. 

"it's what you are.....but youre so fucking pretty, and smell so fucking good, and i love you so much, that i'd let you break it hundred more times...and be pissed every fucking time, hate you a little more each time....and still fucking love you more than ever....i cant get over you, ill never get over you, and maybe never forgive you, but ill always, fucking love you, and want you...and it drives me crazy to know theres nothing you could fucking do to make me hate you enough to not fucking want you" 

"make love to me on the floor" she moans. "please" 

I push my pants off, get on the floor, and pull her into my lap, her legs wrapping around me , her arms around my neck and her mouth....her fucking mouth, on mine and I groan as Valencia rides me slowly, grinding her pelvis against my mine, my cock inside of her. 

"Yes, fuck" she whimpers. "Archer, yes, yes" she moans in little pants. 

I grab her dress and bunch it in my hands and groan , then lean back on one hand and drop her dress as she leans back too, holding my shoulders as my hand slides up her chest and over her breasts. I pull the little tie, and then pull down the neck of her dress, each side one and time until her tits spill out. 

"youre the most beautiful thing this world will ever fucking see, you're so incredible, i love you to fucking much" I groan as she keeps riding me. 

"i love you so much" she moans back and then sits up straight and so do I , my one around her back now, the other lifted behind her, and I i take her ponytail and reach tot he base and pull out her hair tie carefully as she grinds on my dick, out forehead pressed together. 

"I want you" I groan. 

"you have me" she pants as her hair falls out and I slip my fingers up into it and grab it. Pulling and she moans, her head going back.

"sleep in my bed tonight" I groan. 

Her hips rock faster. "Yeah" she pants.

"ride me all fucking night" I pant and she moans and nods. 

"Yeah" she breathes again. 

"all fuckin night Val" I groan. 

"all night" she pants" all night" 

"im gonna cum inside you" i groan quietly. 

She nods. "please, please"

I groan loudly as I feel her cum. Clutching her to me, as my hips jerk, and my cock pulses inside her, throbbing as it releases , spilling into her. Im groaning, fucking shaking as she pants near my ear and trembles in my arms. She cries quietly, her tears dropping on my shoulder as she rests her head on it.  I hold her. Rubbing her back, letting my fingers slip through her hair as I rub her scalp softly, massaging it. 

I look at the clock, already going to be late unless I speed a little on the way there. I hold her for a a few more minutes, till her little sniffles stop. 

"are you okay?" I whisper to her. 

She nods. 

"I need to go to work baby" I whisper in her hair. 

She nods again, but keeps holding onto me. 

"Go clean up, and get into bed with Emmett , okay?" I say and stroke her hair and she nods.

But she still doesnt let go of me. 

"i love you Archer, please dont hate me forever" 

I close my eyes and I kiss her head. 

"this dress makes it hard to remember im mad at you" i say softly. 

She huffs a little laugh. "so just wear this dress everyday for the rest of my life?" 

"sounds like a damn good idea to me" I say and she laughs, sniffling slightly. she lifts her head and I smile softly at her and lift my hand to her face, wipe one of her cheeks with my thumb. 

"Will you take me to work later, and pick me up too?" she asks. I smile. 

"In my big dumb truck?" I ask she smiles and nods.

"Yeah, in your big dumb truck" 

"sure baby, i can do that" I say and grab her face again and press a kiss to forehead and then her mouth. 

"but im not gonna have a job, if you dont let me get to work" I say and she moves, I groan as my cock slides out of her. 

Once were standing, I clean her up with a fresh washcloth from the cabinet. she bites her lip as wipe between her legs, and give her a kiss. 

"Ill do you" she says as I fold the cloth the other. 

"Baby, you're not touching my dick again, you and that dress need to go upstairs already, and have some mercy on me" I say and she smiles and pushes on her toes.

"i love you" she speaks on my mouth as she kisses me. 

"Love you too"

"ill miss you" she says and looks at me. 

"ill miss you too" I smile at her. 

"thank you for making my lunch and my coffee" I say and she shrugs as she backs up. 

"Least i could do was make my mans lunch and fill his thermos, when i knew hed need a few extra minutes to fuck me in this dress" she says with a wink.

"witch." I say and she laughs. blows me a kiss. 

"Have a good day at work" she smiles big and then swings around the corner. 

I clean up, put my dick away even though its hard again. Grab my shit and head to work, with a head a little less fucked up, a little less crazy, and a smile on my face the entire drive to work, the first real smile ive had, in four years. 

You dont hate her at all you asshole, my brain says. Not even close you fucking faker. It taunts me and I dont give a shit. Im smiling the entire fucking day, like a god damn jackass.