Chapter 14 Cecily
Cecily
Dylan pulls up to my apartment and asks, “Do you want me to walk you up?”
I shoot him a glance, and he surrenders with a chuckle.
“Just asking,” he says.
I smile. “I’ll see you later.”
He nods. “Call if you need anything.”
“Okay,” I widen my eyes. “Don’t be blabbering in the locker room about this, or I will,” I lean in. “I promise you… I will cut your balls off. No babies for you. Castrated. Neutered. Balls gone. Comprehende?”
“Yes, ma’am. Cross my heart, hope to die.” He crosses his heart, and I relax a little at his smile. I hope he holds this one close to his heart because I will kill him out of embarrassment.
Before I can close the truck door, he says, “Moo?”
I roll my eyes at the new nickname and stare at him.
“What flavor is your lip gloss?”
I cock my head at him. “Pink starburst.”
“It tastes really good.”
I try not to roll my eyes or blush. “Good night, Dylan.”
I shut the door and walk to my front door. I hear the truck door shut behind me, so I whip around. He’s walking toward me.
“What’re you doing?” I ask.
He jogs over. “Just making sure you get into your place safely.”
I hide my smile as I walk to my front door and unlock it.
“Moo?” he says before I can walk through.
“Cow,” I reply. And he smiles.
He leans in and says, “Don’t finish yourself without me.”
“What?” I gasp, staring into his big brown eyes. They’re deep set. His bone structure is prominent, with a square face whose edges could cut.
“Don’t masturbate,” he whispers.
“Are you serious?” I scoff.
He flashes me a beautiful smile. “Dead serious. I’ll see you later, okay?”
I give him a snobby look. “Then you better not either, Mr. Etta, if that’s how this is going to be.”
He nods, walking away. “It’s going to be this way. And if you break that rule, then there will be consequences.”
I cross my arms as he waves with one finger.
“You frick!” I shout at him.
He laughs and gets in his truck.
I step into my apartment, wondering what the hell I just did. And I can’t help but smile at the fact that Dylan has a giant-sized cock and lips that suck the breath out of me.
Immediately, the stench from the trash fills my senses. Ugh, it’s disgusting as I walk over to it. It needs to be taken out right this second. What did I eat last? Pizza? Alfredo? Something with cheese, and it’s rotting.
“Damn,” I mutter, holding my breath. I tie the bag and walk outside to take it to the dumpster when I notice Dylan’s truck is still in the same spot. He drives but then stops when he sees me. He jogs out and takes the trash from my hand.
“Moo,” he says.
“Moo,” I say back as we walk side by side to the dumpster. “You haven’t left yet? And you didn’t have to. I am more than capable of taking out my own trash.”
He throws it in the dumpster and shrugs. “You can barely walk in a straight line.”
I scoff, but I’m literally leaning against him as we walk back.
“Should I come in? Make sure you’re okay? Wait for you to sober up?” he asks, searching my face.
I push him to break whatever spell he’s under. “Are you trying to finish what we started?”
When he glares down at me, I grab his crotch. Heat flushes through me straight to my core when he’s hard as a brick under my palm.
“Whoa,” he says, trying to push my hand away.
I tease, “Worried someone’s going to see you all worked up, hard, and horny for your best friend?”
He pulls my hand away. “Jesus Christ, Ce. You’re wild when you drink.”
“You haven’t seen me drunk,” I gloat as I skip to my front door. “Oh, and please, please remove the rule so that I can finish my business without tending to yours.”
He kills the engine of his truck and walks towards me.
I watch in amusement and murmur, “I didn’t say you could stay.”
He shrugs. “I’m going to finish you since you’re begging.”
“I wasn’t begging,” I scoff.
He pushes past me. “Please, please,” he mocks. He walks into the kitchen and opens the cabinet under the sink. He finds the trash bags and rings one out. “Let’s play a game of truth or dare.”
“I go first. Dylan, truth or dare.”
“Dare,” he says boldly, putting the new trash liner in the trash can.
“I dare you to jack off.”
His eyes search my apartment. “Right now?”
I nod, biting my tongue. “That’s the game, isn’t it?”
“Can we at least go to your bedroom?”
“Sure,” I say, walking down the hall.
He seems a bit thrown off, so I laugh it off.
“Before I do that, truth or dare?” he asks.
“Truth,” I mutter, lying on my bed. I’m on my back, propped up by my elbows and trying hard not to spread my legs for him.
“Two truths. Are you drunk and going to regret this in the morning?”
I shrug, admitting, “Drunk Ce is different from sober Ce.”
He clicks his tongue. “So you are drunk. And two, do you really want to watch, or do you want to help?”
I smile. “You used up your questions, Dylan. Now take off your clothes.”
“Is that a dare?” he asks, and I shrug. “Take them off for me,” he demands, and the tone in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Fine,” I say, standing up. I walk to him and look up into his eyes. “Wanna know a truth?”
He swallows as I crawl my fingertips up his arms. “I’m a horny drunk. That’s why I don’t drink. I don’t like hooking up with randoms.”
“Am I a random?” he asks as I grab the hem of his shirt.
“No, you’re Dylan Etta. My best friend.” I tug his shirt off and glance down. He’s firm, stiff as a rock. Damn.
“Are you saying you’re a slut?” he asks, and the room drops to a dead silence.
I step to him. “Call me that again, and I will never talk to you.”
His eyes search my face as I reach for his pants. I unbutton them.
“I’m not one. I told you I’ve only hooked up with two guys.”
I pull his pants down and drop to my knees, staring at the bulge in his boxers. I glance up.
“Are we still playing?” I ask.
He nods. “Truth or dare.”
I start caressing his dick through his boxers, and his head rolls back.
“Truth,” I say, retreating to the bed.
“Have you secretly had a thing for me?” he asks, watching me lie on the bed.
I shake my head, giving a clear answer that it’s a no. “Sorry, Etta. My turn, truth or dare.”
“Truth,” he says, so I smile.
“Did you? Secretly have a thing for me?”
He shakes his head. “I have always thought of you as a friend.”
“And now?” I ask.
He looks at my chest, not answering. “Truth or dare.”
I sit up eagerly. “Dare.”
“I dare you to masturbate while I jerk off.”
I scoff. “What?”
He nods, reaching for my button on my jeans. He undoes it and pulls my pants down.
“I want to watch.”
He drops his boxers to the ground and tugs on his beautiful dick.
My god.
“I don’t know, Dylan,” I mutter, watching him pump himself.
“This stays between us, Ce. Now be a good girl and do your dare.”
Fire burns through my body at his words, at the sight of him, and I do as he says. I lie back and pull off my clothes until I’m bare just like he is. I start working my clit at the sight of him fucking his hand.
I rub harder and faster, watching him do the same. My back is arching, my toes are curling, and I’m on the edge when big hands grab my arm.
“Truth or dare,” he asks.
“Dare,” I breathe.
“I dare you to let me eat you out.”
“What?” I gasp. “I’ve never—”
“There’s a punishment for not following through with the game.”
“A punishment?” I ask, wondering what he has in mind.
“Are you going to refuse me, Ce?” he mutters. His voice is deep and husky.
I spread my legs for him to see. His eyes flick down, and he licks his lips slowly like he’s getting ready to eat his favorite dessert.
“Truth or dare?” I ask.
“Dare,” he says, forbidding himself from touching me.
“I choose truth for you. How many girls have you eaten out before?”
His eyes find mine. “We’re experimenting, aren’t we?”
I nod.
“So that means I’m doing things I don’t normally.”
“That’s not a clear answer,” I mutter. My breath is hitched by how close he is.
“None,” he says, grabbing my knee. “The answer is I’ve never done it before.”
“No one’s ever gone down on me,” I admit.
He licks his lips again. “That’s perfect. Both of our firsts.” His eyes trail down my body. “You are beautiful, Ce. Do you know that?”
“Don’t compliment me, please.”
He leans in, keeping his eyes on mine. “Can I?”
I nod because I can’t say no. My entire body is pulsing, waiting to feel his mouth.
He leans in, and the first kiss sends a shockwave through my entire body. Then he grabs me and forces my ass to the edge of the bed. He kneels and licks at my opening. God, it feels so fucking good. His tongue is wet and warm.
My moan roars through the room, and my fingers pull at his hat.
“Holy fuck!” I cry out, spasming. I lean up on my elbows and watch him. “Dylan. Dylan,” I cry out. I throw the hat and rub his hair. He looks up at me with eyes I’ve never seen on him before. Dark, turned on, it’s almost primal like he’s been starving for this.
“I dare you to have sex with me,” I whimper, and he stops.
He licks one last time and aims his dick at my entrance. “What did you just say?”
“I said, I dare you to…”
He teases me, using his head to tickle my opening. I grab him and try to force him in, but he keeps his hips just out of reach. I bring my hips up.
His eyes are searching mine. “Cecily,” he grunts. “You have no idea how badly I want to.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I plead, bringing my hips up even more.
He gives me some leverage, and I feel the tip of his head press against me. I exhale at the pleasure ripping through my body.
“Will you still be my friend in the morning?” he asks, still testing me.
I nod quickly, frantically, desperately, looking deep into his eyes. “I’ll be the bestest friend you’ve ever fucking had.”
He presses against me slowly, and it feels like my body is cracking open.
“What about a condom, Ce?” he asks. His gaze is still dark, hungry, waiting.
I nod and then shake my head. “I don’t have any.”
He pulls away. “Ce…” His eyes skim the surface of my body.
“I’m on birth control, but I can take the Morning After pill if you want to be extra careful.”