23. My Dick is Broken
MY DICK IS brOKEN
KATIE
I hummed in my sleep, loving the way the warm pillow was snuggling me. But somehow it was hard in certain places, making me frown.
I yawned, my eyes fluttering open, greeted by the sight of a handsome young man bathed in morning light. His face was relaxed, his features soft from sleep. I wondered what kind of dream I had the night before.
The… night before?
My eyes snapped open to see that it was Dylan sleeping inches away from me. It wasn’t a dream. My heartbeat thundered in my ears when I saw his very muscular chest move slowly. I sighed with relief.
My gaze traveled lower, landing on his large hand, casually cupping my breast. I scrutinized him without his playful smirk or teasing eyes gleaming at me.
Sunlight streamed lazily through the sheer curtains, highlighting every ridge of his body, casting him as a perfect vision of a sleeping angel. Or maybe a model with tousled hair and a small pout.
A slow smile curved my lips as I gently traced a fingertip from his hairline down to the strong bridge of his nose.
He hummed softly, pulling me closer in his sleep, unaware of the way his growing morning wood pressed against my stomach.
Biting my lip, I let my finger drift lower…
until it brushed against his full, pillowy lips.
I gasped when he bit down gently, his eyes fluttering open. Green irises stared at me through long lashes.
“Dylan,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Morning.”
He smiled, lips parting slightly as he licked the pad of my finger, sending warmth rushing through me.
He smiled when I pulled back my finger, his infectious mood making the morning feel lighter. He leaned close to kiss my nose and murmured, “A very, very good morning, darling.”
His hoarse voice was deeper and lower. I rubbed my thighs together instinctively, hearing his morning voice. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until his head nestled right above my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my fingers threading through his soft hair.
He looked like a purring cat lazing on my chest.
“I’m cuddling you,” he replied, tightening his grip as if he was afraid I might slip away.
Minutes passed in quiet intimacy until I became acutely aware of his hardening cock pressing against my thigh.
“You’re hard,” I deadpanned.
He looked up, propping his chin on my stomach, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “When am I not when you’re around?”
“You’re such a flirt,” I said, pinching his cheek playfully. “Do you say that to every woman?”
“I do not,” Dylan pouted, exaggerating his innocence. “In fact, my dick is broken. Didn’t even twitch when I was watching amateur porn.”
My eyebrows raised at his absurd words. But oddly enough, it made my heart skip.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, trying to push him off and get up, but it was hard considering there was a two-hundred pound of muscular guy sleeping on me.
“Dylan,” I said sternly. “Get up.”
“No,” he said, not budging an inch.
“Dylan.”
“Katie,” he grinned, planting a kiss on my stomach, his lips warm and soft.
“Stop being stubborn,” I scolded, wriggling to break free, but every motion seemed to make him even harder. “Amanda will wake up and—”
“Don’t worry about her,” he said, crawling up my body, kissing my nipples tenderly while fondling the other with a firm hand.
I bit my lip, fighting the moan threatening to escape as he hovered above me.
“How about we start the day right?” he whispered, his green eyes darkening with lust. He leaned in, lips brushing mine.
I closed my eyes—
But a loud knock on the door tore us apart.
“Katie!” Amanda’s voice called from the other side. “Wake up!”
I pushed Dylan away and looked around the bed to find my clothes, but it was hard because he had turned into a clingy dog, touching me everywhere when I tried to get dressed.
“I’m up!” I shouted back, glaring at him as he frowned, seeing me hurriedly cover my breasts. He was so—ugh!
“Have you seen Dylan by any chance?” Amanda asked.
My eyes widened at the sight of him sprawled naked across the bed, waving lazily at me as I shoved my legs into shorts.
“Uh… no,” I lied, feeling bad.
“Really?” she pressed. “He’s not answering his door.”
That’s because he’s being an annoyingly clingy puppy and stopping me from getting dressed and acting as if I’m hiding all his favorite treats.
“I don’t know,” I said, making my way to the washroom, shoving a toothbrush in my mouth and brushing furiously.
Normally, my mornings were slow and peaceful. With gentle skincare routine, soft music playing as I talked to Pollux about my day.
But there was six-foot-four inches of pure muscle pouting behind me and following me everywhere. He even stayed right outside the door when I went to the washroom.
“Can you act like an adult?” I whispered-yelled at him, flinging his t-shirt over his face and shoving his pants and boxers onto his chest.
“I am,” he whined, puppy-eyes plastered on me as he started getting dressed at the pace of a sloth. Then, fumbling, he accidentally activated the vibrator we had hidden in the nightstand.
I snatched it from his hands and stashed it away. If Amanda found it, she’d giggle and buy me a bigger one.
“Just… I’ll miss this,” Dylan said, his shoulders slumping. “I wish we didn’t have to hide it from Amanda.”
I straightened up and cleared my throat, determined to stay rational. “There’s nothing to hide, Dylan. We… we can’t happen.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice until it was low and husky.
“Are you sure about that?” His words dripped with desire and challenge.
“You think you’ll find someone else who’ll eat your pretty cunt the way I do?
Whisper filth into your ear as you cum? Help you make sex tapes so you can finger yourself later, thinking about how hard you came and chasing that orgasm? Hm?”
My palm pressed against his chest, steadying him and trying to hold back the growing tension between us. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but…
“Dylan, the only reason I’m doing all this is because… because of someone else,” I said, meeting his dark eyes. “I’m sorry for leading you on, but I don’t have any long-term plans that include you. I want to date Justin.”
His jaw ticked, but his eyes never left mine.
“Whatever,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m not going to stop just because you want someone else. I know you like me, and you know me well enough to know that once I get obsessed with something—like algebra that you taught me—I don’t let go.”
I swallowed at the heat of his words.
“So even if you sleep around with any man you want, I’ll be waiting for you with a willing body that you can use to pleasure yourself because… I know no one knows you better than I do.”
I blinked at him and the way my neck and cheeks burned under his piercing gaze. It was true. He knew me better than Justin.
But he was twenty-four and Amanda’s younger brother. I had known him since he was a teenager and…
“What if you’re feeling this way because I groomed you?” I blurted out my worst fear. I fidgeted with my fingers, unable to look at him. I shook my head and walked past him. “Nevermind.”
I walked out of the room without turning around.