Chapter 22 Cecily
Cecily
Dylan leaves for a shower, and I claim I need a moment to pull myself together after that intense orgasm… because it was insane. When I hear the shower start, I grab the vibrator, wondering where he got this thing from and if he’s used it on anyone else before.
I turn it on and let it play against my fingers.
Then my body starts humming with need. I look toward the door, hearing the shower in the distance.
I close my eyes and press it against my clit.
My body jolts, but surprisingly, pleasure is still there.
Right in my core. Begging. Aching. Yearning for him again.
This time it’s not as intense as when Dylan was inside me, but it still feels really good.
I keep my eyes closed. I inhale, bucking my hips against the vibrator because it feels so fucking good.
My head rolls back as I imagine him over me with his abs, strong arms, and that hot V-line.
And his beautiful cock. I toss my head to the side, imagining his lips against mine.
How he wiped his mouth after eating me out.
How we just broke a condom. How he thinks I’m going to be a good wife.
And that does it. I start panting, feeling my body release a lighter orgasm.
I roll my head, and when I open my eyes, Dylan is standing in the doorway with a boner between his legs.
“Oh my god,” I say, sitting up. “How long have you––”
“I’m sorry I left so soon.”
I shake my head, feeling my face heat from embarrassment.
He walks over and says, “May I?”
“I don’t know if I can again.”
The vibrator is still buzzing when he takes it from my hand and says, “Let’s find out.”
When his fingers enter me, I moan, noticing that the shower is still running. “Did you even shower?” I ask, looking at his dry body.
He shakes his head. “I can’t figure out how to turn the showerhead on.” He curls his fingers, and my body comes alive.
I grip onto his forearm, holding in my moan. He nips at my leg, and it sends tingles through my body. “Please,” I beg.
He puts the vibrator against my clit and says, “This?”
I moan, holding tight onto him. “How many girls have you done this to?”
“Only you, Ce. I bought this at the same time I bought the Morning After pill.”
“I think I might need to retake it,” I say, adjusting myself against him.
He nods. “It’s not going to mess you up, is it?”
I shrug, aching for him. “Do you think you can come again?”
His eyes soften. “I’ve never had sex more than once in a day.”
I sit up, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “So, how about a third time?”
He grabs his hard dick and pumps it a few times. I grab the vibrator from him and say, “Turn off the water first.”
He heads to the bathroom. I hear the water turn off, and I prepare myself on all fours. When he cuts the corner, his glare caresses my skin like the warmth of the sun.
“Dylan,” I whisper, and a piece of me cracks when his gaze meets mine. I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to steer clear of people who would put me on a pedestal, but I can’t deny that this man, my friend, has shifted something within me. I want him to hold me in high regard.
He walks over and rubs my body with his large hands. “Yes?”
I shiver when his hand lands on my ass. I say, “I’ve never had a friend like you before.”
A smile slowly spreads on his face. “Me neither.” He rubs my ass and says, “I love this freckle.” He leans down and kisses my left ass cheek.
I watch as he climbs onto the bed with me and aims for my opening. “So no condom is okay?”
I nod. “If you’re okay with it.”
He nods, pushing against my entrance. “You feel so fucking good without it, Ce.”
I almost laugh, but instead I moan as he stretches me out.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans.
I fall onto my elbows and say, “You’re calling me baby now?”
He pumps into me faster. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
I smile to myself because I kind of like it. The nickname is endearing, meaningful. Like maybe I mean something more to him.
He wraps his arm around, pushing the vibrator against my clit.
“Oh my fucking god,” I cry, feeling my entire body shake. “I’m already close.”
He increases the vibration, which I didn’t know was possible. And with that, the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced rushes through my body, and I shove my face into the bed, gripping onto the blankets as Dylan pounds into me from the back.
“Are you about to come?” I whimper and cry, turning to look at him. “Holy fuck, Dylan.” I find his rhythm and bounce off him. “Please, Dylan. Oh my fucking god!”
Warmth blooms deep inside me, and I melt in the stillness. I fall onto the bed, sated. He rolls my body over and says, “Are you okay?”
I nod as tears roll down my face.
“Are you crying?”
I wipe my cheek and shrug.
“Did I hurt you?”
I start to laugh as he pushes hair out of my eyes. “No.” My chest shakes. “I don’t know why I’m crying. That was amazing.”
“Wanna shower with me?” he asks. “Come on.”
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and walks into the bathroom. When he sets me on my feet, his come rolls down my thighs. He glances at it and then wipes another tear from my face. He kisses my cheeks, my forehead, and then my lips.
He seems like he’s about to say something, but then he starts the water and says, “I don’t know how to turn the showerhead on.”
I didn’t know how to either when I first moved in here.
I pull the spout where the water rushes out, and the shower turns on.
He steps inside and wraps his arms around me.
I let my tears mix with the shower as Dylan lathers soap for us.
He washes my hair and then my body. I feel like every inch of me is humming with every touch.
When he’s on his knees, I glance down at his broad shoulders and his muscular back.
I wonder if he has a heavy sex drive or if this is just athletic stamina.
“We can’t do this again,” I say as he stands. He towers over me, and my heart races at the look on his face.
“Okay,” he says, turning away.
I grab his shoulders, forcing him to face me. “I’m serious. I think we went overboard today. We can’t…”
“I know,” he says, cupping my face with his soapy hand. “I know, Ce.”
My chest tightens as I look into his eyes.
Does he have the same feeling I do right now?
I’m shaky. I can’t even fathom what I feel right now, but if I could try to capture this feeling, there wouldn’t be words.
Because stuffed and buried underneath all this surface-level stuff is just me, begging to be loved, to be wanted, to be cherished, to be seen.
I want to acknowledge the parts of me that I hide, the parts that are yearning for something this real, raw, and honest. Yet, I nod at him and step out of the shower because that feeling is far too heavy.
I don’t know what to do with it, except set it down at his feet and step away.
I’ve never met someone like this before.
I’m so comfortable around him, like I’ve known him forever.
He’s easy to talk to. I could easily spend time with him just to be near him.
When I walk into my bedroom, I see a dried spot of his come on my bed, and my stomach twists at the evidence of what I’ve done.
I’ve seduced a man with the promise to remain friends.
It’s almost laughable at the situations I get myself into.
I cover the spots with my towel and walk to my dresser.
When he enters the room a second later, I try not to cover my naked body as I search for clothes.
He walks up behind me as I search for comfortable underwear for the swelling between my legs. His fingertips trail across my shoulder. When I look up, I see him behind me in the mirror. Seeing us together makes my heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” I smile.
“Why does it feel like you’re miles away?”
My heart flutters as I stare at him in the mirror.
He stands, looking at me like no one else has ever looked at me before.
I can see it in his eyes that we’re not quite friends anymore.
The way his fingers tickle my skin in its wake, the way he’s cataloging us together side by side.
My gut clenches, and I break the spell by throwing on my underwear.
“I owe you dinner,” he says against my shoulder.
My blush is very apparent in the reflection. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Do you want me to buy you dinner, Ce?” he says, looking in the mirror. The towel hanging off his hips is very distracting, but luckily, all my sex needs have been satisfied. I think.
“I’m going to head out to buy another Morning After pill, and I could grab dinner if you’d like.”
I throw on a shirt without a bra and then shorts. “Dylan,” I huff.
He shakes his head. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll order it.”
I roll my eyes, and he wraps his arm around my body.
My brow raises in the mirror. “We had an agreement,” I warn.
He pulls his arm up and says, “I’m putting you in a chokehold like a friend would.”
His bicep starts to steal my breath away. My heart hammers against my ribs as I watch him in the mirror. He’s behind me, pressing his bare body against me.
“Fine. Surprise me.”
He smiles, lowering his head. “I’m full of surprises.”
I watch his naked body in the mirror as he drops his towel and picks up his clothes. He’s built. He has incredible genes. So beautiful that I hate myself. I turn around when he’s fully clothed and look at the bed. I need to put those blankets and sheets in the washer the moment he leaves.
“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving my bedroom. And when I hear the front door shut, I blink in the mirror at myself. I thought I’d feel better if he left, but suddenly my apartment is too quiet. I feel alone. With Dylan here, there’s a warmth.
I try to shake off the feeling as I put my blankets in the washing machine, and then I reach for my laptop and bury myself in homework.
I find myself checking the time, then scrolling through my phone.
When there’s a knock at my front door, I open it.