Chapter 24 Cecily #2
My mind is screaming at me to ask, Are we more than friends, but my mouth won’t say the words.
Am I making this up? We agreed on what this would be.
We both agreed that neither of us wants a relationship.
We also decided not to do this again. What if I say the wrong thing and lose him?
What if we end up wanting different things?
I lean forward. “Talk to me. Don’t leave me guessing.”
He finally presses his fingers against my face. First, he puts my wet hair behind my ear, and then he runs his fingers on my lips.
“I can’t get you out of my head. I didn’t call this past week because… homework, yeah, but also…”
I suck in my bottom lip, wetting it. He watches the motion.
“Because I don’t want to scare you away.”
I lean in closer as my heart races out of control. “Scare me away how?”
He presses his thumb against my lips, rubbing it back and forth. “By wanting you all the time. I don’t think a best friend should want their best friend the way I want you.”
I bite my lip again and squeeze my thighs together. “And how do you want me?”
“Any way I can get you?”
“You said you don’t want a girlfriend.”
“You said you don’t want a boyfriend.”
“So, what’re we going to do?”
He kisses me.
His lips are soft, his breath tastes like fresh mint, like maybe he was planning to do this. I lean into him, enjoying the fact that he wants permission to kiss me whenever he wants.
I run my fingers through his hair. His hands slide up my shirt. Our skin-on-skin makes me tremble. I reach for him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He lifts my shirt, putting his head underneath.
My breath catches as he kisses my stomach and travels up to my chest. I glance down at him, feeling his tongue on my nipples.
I arch, reaching for him. He pulls my shirt off and then his.
He smashes his lips against mine, and my chest aches for him.
He’s being so gentle and thoughtful. I pull him closer, needing his pants off right fucking now.
I tug his shorts off and stroke him, staring into his eyes.
I wish I could tell him how much I want this too, but I keep it to myself, afraid to ruin the moment. He lowers his head, pecking my face down to the top of my shorts. He pulls them down.
“You’re so beautiful, Ce. Clothes, no clothes, guard up, guard down. I mean it when I say I want you all the time.”
He runs his fingers down my hips to my thighs, tickling my sensitive skin. And he stops right where I want him to continue.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, bringing my hips to his fingers.
“Moo?”
I melt at that nickname, glancing at him.
“May I?”
His eyes are bright and full of need. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
He gently runs his fingers over my freshly shaved pussy and says, “Can I tell you something?”
I nod.
“I’ve never had sex at this time of day.” He rubs me. “Where the light can’t hide behind the curtain, where I can…” His eyes look at my lips, my eyes, my tits. He rubs his fingers on my clit, making me claw his shoulder. He inserts a finger. “Really see. And this… you… You’re so hot.”
I moan as he inserts a second long finger. He curls them, making me moan in his ear.
“Fuck, you’re already wet. How long have I been making you wet?”
I whimper at the pleasure.
“Hmm, Ce? Tell me.”
“I––I––”
“Speechless?” he asks.
I nod, so he leans down and kisses me.
“I’ve been hard since last night,” he admits, so I reach for his cock. “I’ve jacked off like twice a day since we last fucked.”
I look at him. “Breaking your own rule?”
“You didn’t touch yourself at the thought of me?”
I jerk him faster. “We had a deal.”
He pulls his fingers out and stands above me. I suck in a breath at how built he is. Every muscle is carved. I want every inch of him against me.
I look at his cock, and my pussy aches for him. “Condom?”
He pulls one out and rolls it on. He kisses me as he presses his dick against my entrance. Every soft push fills me so perfectly, I moan against his lips.
When I’m completely filled, he says, “Are you okay?”
I nod. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He listens.
His pace picks up. His hips slam against mine. I cry out, moaning his name.
He pulls out and turns me around. I giggle, loving how he’s rubbing my entire body.
He looks at my ass and says, “Fuck, Ce.” And then he’s entering me, hitting it from the back.
The pleasure that roars through my body makes me cry out into the pillow.
He works my clit with his fingers, keeping his pace.
I push my ass back to his hips over and over until he’s moaning, gripping onto my ass.
When I look over my shoulder, he’s staring at our connection.
He works my clit again, making my hips buck.
“Come for me,” he whispers into my ear. The demand is all I need to release what’s been building for the past week.
My body has been craving his, aching for him.
I orgasm, seeing stars behind my eyelids.
I moan loudly, but Dylan doesn’t seem to care.
He follows right behind me, moaning my name until I feel warmth fill me.
He pulls out, and I look at the condom on his hard cock. Then I look at his eyes and feel empty where he once was. My body aches for more of him. He pulls the condom off and ties it.
He leans over and kisses me. He hands me the clothes from the ground, and I chuckle as I put them on.
“I need to go home to get clothes.”
He smiles. “I like you in my clothes.”
“I’m serious.”
“Okay. Want to go right now?”
I nod.
This is perfect because I also have some work to do, and I’m already imagining him on my couch, watching me work on my laptop.
I collect my things from Dylan’s room and then follow him out. I do the walk of shame past Westley, who clearly heard everything we just did.
“Where are you off to?” Westley asks with a blush.
I lean against Dylan and say, “He’s taking me home. Sorry for––”
Dylan laughs. “Don’t apologize. He didn’t hear anything.”
Westley looks at me and nods in agreement. “Didn’t hear anything.”
“Okay,” I mutter, walking out the front door. “See you later.”
On the drive to my place, Dylan grabs my hand and kisses it.
His eyes glance at mine for a second, and then he intertwines his fingers with mine.
I feel my heartbeat in my throat at his sweet gesture.
I keep my eyes forward, trying not to put a meaning behind this.
He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend.
We haven’t said anything; we’re just making love like we’re together.
We’re not actually together. My gut squeezes at the thought.
When we reach my apartment, he parks in the guest parking stall and looks over at me.
“Can I come up?” he asks.
I smile, nodding. “Yeah.”
He smiles back, and that’s all I need to know that this isn’t just about sex for him.
He follows me up the stairs, and my groin starts throbbing, craving him again. Maybe he’ll want to have sex again, and my body’s humming at the thought.
When I twist my doorknob, the door’s unlocked, my heart races as the door pushes open, and I see Dane standing right in front of the door.
Shit.
“Dane?”
Dylan pushes the door further, showing himself to Dane.
One look at Dane’s expression, and I know this isn’t going to be good.
“What’re you still doing here?” I ask. My heart’s racing for other reasons now, and I don’t like it. I swallow the lump in my throat.
Dane looks at my clothes and then over my shoulder.
I say, “Alix said you drove back last––”
“I came back,” Dane says, and then he clenches his jaw. His eyes stay on Dylan. And before I can ask why he came back, Dane’s eyes flick to mine. “Can we talk?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
Dane looks at Dylan again. I turn around to look at Dylan, and he’s staring at Dane, so I quickly turn around to avoid his gaze.
Dane scoffs in a sarcastic, mocking way, probably because Dylan isn’t catching the hint. “I’m sorry about last night.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“My sister…” The muscle in his jaw ticks. “From the time I met you, she told me that you were off-limits. And I…” He glares at Dylan. “So… this one is Dylan?”
I turn around. Dylan is stone-faced. I nod, returning my gaze to Dane. “This is Dylan, yes.”
It’s awkward for a moment. Dane is inside my house. I’m standing in the doorway, and Dylan’s standing on my welcome mat.
Dane looks down at my body. “Are you wearing his clothes?”
I nod. “Yeah. Uh–– I showered at his place this morning.”
Dane says sarcastically, “So this is the best friend that Alix told me about.”
I nod. “Yeah, this time it’s actually him.”
“She’s insisting you’re only friends.”
I nod. “We are.”
Dane smiles when I hear footsteps.
I turn around and Dylan is walking down the stairs.
“Dylan?” I call out, looking over the railing. He ignores me and keeps walking to his truck. “Dylan!”
“I can’t do this right now, Ce.”
He gets in his truck and starts the engine. My heart races as Dylan rolls down his window. He’s on the phone right now, nodding.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He ends the call and says, “I have somewhere I need to be.”
I stare at him, feeling my gut twist. That sounds like a lie. He can’t even meet my eyes right now. He starts reversing, and I feel like I could cry.
He drives off, and I’m left at the top of the stairs, staring at him. Watching him drive away makes tears stream down my face. The walls are caving in, and I’m not even inside a room.
“Does he usually spook that easily?” Dane asks from behind me.
“Why are you here, Dane?” I say, trying to hide my tears. I’m embarrassed to be crying over a boy who clearly doesn’t care about me.
“To ask you on a date,” Dane says.
I laugh, wiping my tears. “You can’t be serious, Dane. Look, I appreciate the gesture, and I can’t tell you how many years I wished you had said those exact words to me.” I close my eyes for a moment. “But time has passed. I’m in college now. I’m not the same girl that I was in high school.”
He rolls his eyes. “So, you won’t even give me a chance?”
I shake my head, unable to look at his blue eyes any longer. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Dane.”
He nods, sucking in his cheeks. “Is it because of him?”
I shake my head. “It’s because of me. Dylan has nothing to do with this.”
Dane scoffs, glancing at my tears. “Dylan has everything to do with this. Look at you. That’s not nothing.”
I hold my breath, feeling my body tremble. If I breathe, I’m going to break down.
I let out a breath the moment Dane walks down the stairs and doesn’t look back.
I walk into my apartment, confused. Dylan’s gone, and I don’t know what I did. I grab my phone, wipe my face, and realize I can’t sit here waiting for someone who won’t give me answers. I text Marina.
Me: Hey, girl! I just sent over the promised PDF. But things have changed, and I’m down to train you and your two friends if you’re up for it.
Marina: Yes! Let’s do it.
Me: Perfect. Want to start this afternoon?