Chapter 14 Cecily #2
“Morning After?” he asks.
“Yeah. It’s like 99% effective. But if you’re afraid I’m going to get pregnant.” I grab his cock again, pumping him. My insides are salivating at the thought of him. I need him inside of me right now.
“Pregnant?” he says, pressing against me. His forehead rests on mine.
I nod, glancing down at the connection. He slowly presses himself into me as his hand cups my face.
He breathes, “I don’t think that would be so bad. You would be the best mom.”
“What?” I gasp, clawing at his back as he pushes slowly into me. My body is allowing him to slide right in, even though my brain can’t process what he just said. I’m getting wetter by the second because isn’t this the point of sex? To make babies?
“You think so?” I breathe, spreading my legs to allow him in for those next few inches.
He nods. “Whoever you end up with,” he mutters, resting all the way inside me for a moment. “Is a lucky man.”
“You think so?” I gasp, holding onto his broad shoulders.
“I know so. Fuck, look at you.” He leans up, releasing my face.
I glance down at the same view. Our bodies are connected.
I’m throbbing around him. He’s hard as a rock, filling me whole.
God, he feels so fucking good inside me.
I clench, bringing my knees together. He holds them, looking down at us together.
I didn’t know he would be so vocal, so open, so communicative during sex.
I thought we’d do it and be done. Instead, I’m thinking about my future husband and how I’ll think about this moment forever because Dylan––I moan when he starts moving his hips.
He holds my knees in place––Dylan knows that I’m going to live a happy, healthy life. He’s worshipping me for it.
I move my knees to the side, and my hand lands on his abs.
“I’ll be the bestest friend you’ve ever had, too, Ce,” he groans, and my head falls back as he works his hips faster. He plays with my boobs and then grabs my face. “Truth or dare.”
I moan, grabbing onto him. “Truth.”
He starts working his hips harder against me, and I cry out in his face. Pleasure is soaring through my body.
“Do you want to do this again?” he asks. We’re not even done here, but he’s already counting on a next time.
I nod automatically. He’s crazy to think that I wouldn’t do this again. We agreed to be friends that fuck. “We’re definitely doing this again.”
He leans back, watching as he pounds into me. Watching his eyes turns me on further. “I’m going to fucking come. Can I come inside of you?”
I nod.
He presses his fingers against the top of my pussy, and I start convulsing. “Dylan. Dylan! Oh my god!”
He slows down his pace. “Does that feel good?”
I don’t answer; instead, he starts rubbing harder and faster.
“Come for me, Ce,” he whispers. This time, I’m too lost to snap out of this haze. He works his fingers so fast I cannot keep up. “Come for me.”
His command surprisingly sends me over the edge.
I start coming for him. And it feels like not only my body has been split open, but so has my heart.
I grind against his rough hits, and I feel lightheaded.
I start panting as warmth blooms between my legs, and his pace slows down.
For a moment, he pants above me, and then he rubs my hair out of my eyes.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, wondering why that’s the first thing he’s saying. He’s not telling me how it was or if it was good or anything other than you okay? Why wouldn’t I be?
“Is it okay that I came in you?” he asks. I feel him pull out of me, and it’s an entirely new sensation. Then my vagina starts leaking onto my bed.
What the hell? It’s a fricking mess. I stare down at my blanket, not answering him.
“Do you have a towel or paper towels in here?” he asks, glancing around my bedroom.
I point out the door. “Bathroom is that way.”
He says, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
The moment he slips away, I’m left waiting in the same position, and it feels like an awkward morning-after situation. I’ve had sex before, but I didn’t know it got this messy. I glance down, and semen is leaking out of me. What the actual hell? It doesn’t just stay up there?
He walks back in and shuts the door. “Fuck. I can’t believe I came in you.” He starts wiping me gently. “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?”
I watch him clean me up. “I’m not… mad.” Once the majority is cleaned up, I take over. “Not mad, just… never mind.”
“What?” he asks.
I shrug. “I didn’t know it got that messy. I thought it stayed up there. And I didn’t know…”
He’s waiting for me to continue. I glance down at his hard dick between his legs.
“I didn’t know I could orgasm like that during sex.”
He says, “That was my first time too.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
He nods.
I smile shyly, searching for my clothes. “This is going to be fun.”
“What is?” he asks, fixing his boxers by flipping them right side out.
“Having sex with a friend. No strings attached. Experimenting.”
He watches me put clothes on. “Are you going to make those morning shots for me and the guys tomorrow?”
I nod. “Bright and early.”
“That’s in a few hours,” he mutters, so I glance at the clock.
“Shit!”
“You got your cardio in,” he winks, and then he throws his shirt on. Now he’s fully clothed, and it feels normal again. He looks like Dylan Etta again. Not a sex God, not a ripped puck boy, not the sweet sex-talker, just Dylan.
“Are you always so passionate?” I ask, throwing on the rest of my clothes.
“Passionate?” he questions.
“Yeah, you’re so… intimate. I never would have thought. I mean, you literally told me I’d be a good mom and that my future husband is a lucky man.”
He shrugs. “It’s true.” He stands awkwardly in the middle of my room.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”
He nods. “It’s already tomorrow. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he says, turning to leave. “Moo?”
“Moo?” I ask.
“That was really hot.”
He leaves the room and then shuts the bedroom door behind him.
I fall onto my bed, and my mind races about what just happened, replaying every moment tonight. The party. The game. The truck. Him.
It was really hot.