Page 10 of The Cabin-A Reverse Harem Romance
Maybe she has a thing for assholes, because I’m also an asshole. I smirked as the thought passed through my mind, though I knew it was all too true.
She could have had any man she wanted. And God knew, she had more than enough men vying for her attention. Yet, from all of them, she chose Brad. Though, she had also chosen me at one point in time. What did that mean? He was a completely different kind of asshole than I was. At least I admitted I could be a dick. Brad was just a pretentious pile of shit as far as I was concerned.
Maybe I was biased. Hell, I probably was. Elise was a damn fine woman, in a hundred different ways. Any man would be lucky to have her. Damn lucky.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the thoughts that were rampaging through my head. All of the self-flagellating and self-loathing thoughts that sometimes plagued me. One thought though, rang out truer and more clearly than any other – You had her at one time, dipshit, and you let her go.
Licking my lips, I remembered the way she tasted back then. I remembered the way she felt. The way she smelled. It wasn’t even a few months ago, I’d had her in my arms. I held her close, kissing those perfectly pink lips, my tongue exploring her mouth. As the memory came back to me, the blood immediately rushed down to my groin, and I grew long and hard. Without even realizing I was doing it, I reached down and started stroking my cock, remembering the way Elise’s delicate little hands had felt wrapped around the thick shaft.
We’d only been together that one time, and actually, we didn’t even go all the way. I’d come to my senses before it had gone too far, but from that day forward, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t always wondered – what if? What if we hadn’t stopped? What if we had gone all the way? Would we have formed a relationship based on that?
Nah, in fantasy, it’s one thing. The reality of it would have been a hell of a lot different, I was sure. I’d have regretted it. She would have regretted it. In my mind, however, I regretted nothing as I pushed her down against the bed and ripped her sundress from her petite body. I’d never seen her completely naked – unfortunately, I’d only seen her in a bikini, but it was enough to get a sexy picture in my head. Her breasts were small and round, a nice handful. Nothing more was needed in my opinion. Her nipples were pink, and flushed against her pale skin, just begging to be sucked.
I groaned as I imagined her body wrapped around me, my mouth meeting her breast. In my mind, her breathing grew heavier, her voice sultry, and seductive as she whispered, “Please, Trevor… Don’t stop now.” The same words she’d whispered that night before I stopped things from going any further than they already had.
This time though, there was no stopping me. I plunged myself into her depths, her body quickly tightening around me. Her sweet mouth opened wide with a scream as I stretched her open and filled her up with my cock. Her blue eyes grew wide in surprise as she felt me inside of her for the first time.
My grip tightened on my dick, imagining that it was her tight pussy wrapped around me instead. Just that thought was enough to get me close to the edge. She drove me absolutely crazy, was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman – but I could only have her in my fantasies.
I thrust myself inside of her, over and over again, kissing those sweet lips. Her body trembled around me, her back arched upward. She urged me on with her hands and her voice, begging me to keep fucking her.
“Come for me, Elise,” I groaned.
“I – I am,” she gasped in her breathy voice,
As I kept pumping my cock, I could hear it clear as day in my head. She screamed out my name as her pussy tightened around me, and that was all I needed.
With my hand firmly gripping my cock, I came, dreaming of filling her tight little pussy with my seed. We came together, and it was glorious until I opened my eyes and remembered where I was and that I was alone. My stomach was sticky with cum, and I’d made a mess. Time for another shower. I didn’t get up right away, however. Instead, I laid there for a long time, clinging to the memory, as I stared up at the ceiling while the afterglow of my orgasm faded away.
I was alone. There was no Elise to curl up with afterward, and there never would be. That realization left a pit in my belly. It was always like this after masturbating to thoughts of her. During the act, I was happy and content, and the world was perfect. It only highlighted the truth in my heart though – that we’d never be together. I’d never get the girl of my dreams. She was the standard I measured all others by.
