Chapter 21 Dylan
Dylan
It’s Monday evening, and I’ve already gone to practice and got my ass handed to me. I went to three different classes today, only to find I’m failing one and barely skimming by on another. Saturday was the cherry on top of the fucking cake. Sunday, I sulked in it all day.
But I walk into the gym anyway because I promised Cecily I would show up no matter what.
Cecily is talking to Marina, her back to the entrance.
Her long legs are shoved into tight black yoga pants that cinch her waist and a sports bra that shows her toned back muscles.
She looks hot with her hair in a high ponytail.
And my gut twists when Marina smiles at me.
“Hey, Dylan,” she says, and Cecily doesn’t skip a beat.
She turns around. “Hey, Dylan. Ready?”
I was expecting questions. That she would demand answers about who was in my room, but instead, I got nothing.
She turns to Marina and says, “Catch up later.”
Marina nods. “See ya’ll later.”
I turn on the treadmill and start walking.
Cecily starts hers and walks beside me in silence.
After a minute, I can’t fucking take the awkwardness between us, so I turn up the speed and start sprinting.
“Your ankle’s better,” Cecily points out after twenty minutes.
I stare at her, feeling the burn in my ankle.
I turn off the machine and walk over to set up a bench with weights. I get everything ready and lay under the bar. When I grab onto it, I don’t focus on the energy simmering between Cecily and me. I stare up, getting ready to push weight.
I’m here for one thing.
“Push,” she says, even though she increased my weights by ten pounds. “Harder!”
I listen, muscles shaking as I push the weights above my head. I make a noise at the top as she demands I take it slower. She keeps her fingertips on the weights, guiding how slow she wants me to go. And it fucking burns. I feel my muscles tearing, and holy fuck, it’s the best fucking therapy.
“Again,” I say once I’m done.
She points at the lower weight, but I shake my head.
“You should be resting in between sets,” she says.
“I said again. Let’s go,” I grit, not listening to her professional advice.
I grab the bar and push as hard as I fucking can, but my muscles are fatigued. At the top, I can’t fucking take it anymore. We take off the ten pounds. She doesn’t judge. She just guides me and fixes my form when I need it.
After six reps, I walk around to catch my breath. She takes off more plates for her turn. In the mirror, I watch her push hard. At the top, she makes a noise. A familiar noise that makes my dick throb. I turn around and look at her.
When she places the bar on the rack, I glance at her cleavage.
She stands and starts doing squats right away.
Looks like I’m not the only one fighting demons.
She holds a kettlebell, squatting in perfect form.
She’s watching herself in the mirror, so I add the weights back on and take the bench to start my next set.
We work in silence, close to one another, for the next few exercises.
When I can’t fucking take it anymore, I say, “Are we going to talk about Saturday?”
She shakes her head. “We’re friends, Dylan. Whatever you do when I’m not around isn’t my business.”
I help her clean the weights and put them away.
She can’t be serious.
She shrugs after a moment. “I feel like we barely know each other, you know?”
I glare at her. She knows me better than most people, but I don’t mention it.
We leave the gym and walk to our vehicles.
She says, “We both know what this is. If you have a girl, it’s okay, smut. I can’t be mad, even though…”
“What?” I ask, resting against my tailgate.
She crosses her arms. “I told you my side of the story, but you haven’t mentioned having anyone.”
“Can I come over?” I ask.
She turns to me. “You want to come over?”
I shrug. “To talk.”
She nods. “Sure. Yeah, we can talk.”
We get into our vehicles, and I start the engine. I watch her drive off and follow her to her place. I park in the guest parking and walk up to her apartment.
She walks to the fridge and says, “Want a protein smoothie?”
I nod. “Yeah.” I sit at the dining table and lean back.
“Stop being weird,” she says. “Please. If you were sleeping with––”
“I wasn’t,” I clench my jaw.
“Oh,” she says, and then her shoulders drop like she’s relieved.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. I stare at nothing. “I’m not fucking anyone but you, Ce.”
“Okay.”
I wipe my mouth and stand. I walk over to her, my heart pounding in my chest. She stares up at me with the protein powder package in her hand.
I search her eyes for any hint that my impulsiveness is going to be rejected.
I only see yearning in her expression, so I grab her hips and sit her ass on the counter.
Her lips part as she watches me, surprised. “What’re you doing?” she whispers.
I step between her legs, letting her feel how hard I am. Adrenaline is coursing through my body as I lean in. She pulls back, but I dance with her, chasing her lips.
“Dylan,” she whispers. “What’s going on?”
I pull her closer to me. She arches her back to look at my face.
“I want you right now,” I mutter.
I lean in to kiss her, and this time she lets me. I suck on her bottom lip, and when she offers me her tongue, I take that too.
She pulls off my shirt, so I reach for her sports bra.
It’s tight against her body, so it’s not easy to remove.
Her head gets caught, so we both laugh. I grab her cheeks and kiss her, but she tells me to focus on getting her bra off.
I finally get it off her head and look at her beautiful boobs.
She leans back while I admire how supple and perfect they are.
“Ce,” I groan, tracing my finger down her body and hooking my finger in her leggings. I start to take them off, but it’s tight as hell. When I finally manage to get them off, I notice that her thong went with it, and she’s sitting pretty on her counter.
She’s still leaning back, watching me eye fuck her. Her body is so fucking perfect. She works hard to keep herself in top shape.
I lean in and kiss her, and she’s already tugging on my shorts. I pull them down, and she works her hand on my cock, pumping me quickly. The warmth of her hand sends shivers down my spine. Everything about her is pure fucking perfection, and I need more.
“Cecily,” I say. “I want…you.”
She grabs my dick and aims me into her. “Like this?”
“Let me grab a condom,” I say, bending down to my shorts and pulling one out.
“You came prepared,” she teases.
I open the wrapper and slide it on. I suck on her nipples, making her body arch into me. I rub circles on her clit, and she pulls me closer with her legs.
“What do you want?” I ask, grabbing her face as I rub my dick against her.
She nods. “You.”
That fucking does it. I push my dick into her, and she moans into my mouth.
“Like this?” I ask, and she nods in response. “What else?” I push all the way inside of her, letting her feel the length of me. I look down and fuck, it’s beautiful to see how well she’s taking me.
“What else?” she echoes. “I want to get to know you better.”
Fuck, that turns me on. I move my hips slowly, watching her ache for me. She’s wet as fuck right now.
“What do you want to know?” I ask, watching her breath hitch.
“Everything,” she says.
I start moving my hips faster while holding her in place.
“And I want to know everything about you, Ce.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I can’t take this fucking counter anymore, so I pick her ass up.
She yelps, holding onto me. I drop her on the dining room table and work my hips against her.
She starts clawing her placement mats and crying out from my pace.
This isn’t enough either, so I slip out and nod to the couch.
“All fours,” I demand, and she listens. I kneel behind her, taking a good look at her. Fuck, she’s a beautiful woman.
I slide back inside of her, and she groans through her teeth. I grab her, squeezing her beautiful ass.
I groan, working my hips against her. She feels so fucking good.
God dammit.
I’m ready to come.
I grab her ponytail, pulling it to me. “Do you like this?”
She nods, pushing her ass against me.
“You like it when I pull your hair?”
She nods, so I pull tighter.
“What about a spank?” I test.
She nods without hesitating.
Shit. Fuck yeah.
I let go of her hair and spank her ass. She jumps, and I almost come. I lean down and say, “You clenched, and I almost just came.”
She starts moving her ass. “Do you like this?”
I keep my hands at her waist, staring at my handprint on her ass. “Yeah, this is really fucking hot, Ce. Watching you fuck me.”
“Yeah?” she moans, working harder and moving faster.
“Do you want me to come?” I ask.
“Yeah. Come for me, Dilly.”
I grab her ass, groaning at that nickname. I spank her again. She jumps, yelping. She’s down on her elbows now, and my view just got hotter. She has beautiful curves and a nice, round ass.
“Lay down,” I say, pulling out.
She turns around, opening her legs for me. I glance down at my perfect fucking view.
“You’re such a good friend,” I moan, entering her. “Letting me fuck you. Do you like it when I fuck you, Ce?”
She nods.
I lift her legs and set them aside. And she moans louder. Ooh, I think I may have hit the right spot.
I thrust harder, and she cries out, holding my hand. Her eyes flutter.
I move my hips faster, and she cries out. I can’t hold it in any longer. I explode inside the condom, and then I pull out because of how full it is.
She sits up on her elbows and looks down at my dick.
“You’re so hot,” she says.
I don’t reply as I pull off the condom and hold it up.
“I can’t tell you the last time I came this much.”
She looks at the semen and smiles. I tie a knot, then set it aside.
“I’m not done with you.”
She shakes her head. “I should make the smoothie.”