~~SELENA~~
The multiple knocks on the door only added to the turmoil swirling within me. I could hear my mom’s concerned voice, Ezra’s inquiries about my missed class, and Grey’s attempts to coax me into opening up. But I couldn’t bring myself to face them, not when my heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces.
I had believed, foolishly perhaps, that there was something between Cyrus and me. That his kisses held meaning, that his touch was genuine. But now, as I grappled with the harsh reality of his betrayal, I couldn’t help but wonder why he had kissed me at all.
I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the traces of tears and anguish. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I saw only red, puffy eyes staring back at me, a stark reminder of my pain.
Feeling drained both physically and emotionally, I knew my brothers would be concerned if they saw me in such a state. They would want answers, to get to the bottom of what had happened to me. But I wasn’t ready to face their questions, not yet.
After cleansing my face, I returned to my room, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. The thought of going to school the next day, or even the following week, filled me with a sense of dread. I just wanted to crawl into bed and shut out the world.
Despite my weariness, hunger gnawed at my stomach, driving me out of my room and into the kitchen. The house was eerily quiet, my brothers nowhere to be found. I assumed they were out or in their rooms, lost in their own thoughts.
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As I looked at the food in the kitchen, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. I knew my mom was in her room, but the thought of confiding in her about what had happened with Cyrus filled me with apprehension. I didn’t want to burden her with my troubles or risk causing any issues between her and Cyrus.
After carefully arranging my meal on a plate, I grabbed a bottle of water before heading towards my room. However, my path was intercepted by the unexpected sight of Ezra and Cyrus in the hallway.
“Lena,” Ezra’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he approached me.
“Hi,” I greeted, my eyes briefly meeting Cyrus’s before darting away.
“Are you okay?” Ezra’s concern was evident as he studied my face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied with a forced laugh, attempting to mask my unease.
Ezra’s touch on my face sent a shiver down my spine as he remarked, “You look pale, like you’ve been crying.”
“No, I’m just stressed,” I insisted, trying to brush off his concern.
“Why? You’re sick or what?” Ezra pressed, his worry deepening.
“No… just tired, bye,” I hastily excused myself, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere and the presence of Cyrus.
With a quick retreat to my room, I left behind the lingering tension, unable to bear the thought of facing Cyrus in that moment.
~~
Ezra let out a frustrated sigh as he watched Cyrus’s indifferent response. “I know she’s not okay at all,” he muttered to Cyrus, who simply glanced back at him.
“She might just be stressed,” Cyrus suggested, but Ezra shook his head adamantly.
“She was crying and locked herself in her room. That looks like someone broke her heart,” Ezra stated, but Cyrus remained silent.
“And if I happen to meet that person, it wouldn’t be funny at all,” Ezra warned, but Cyrus offered no response.
As they continued playing video games, Cyrus suddenly stood up. “Want to walk around” he said, and Ezra nodded. Cyrus led the way out of Ezra’s room, heading in one direction.
Towards Selena’s room.
Cyrus quietly pushed the door open and slipped inside, finding Selena lying on her bed, seemingly unaware of his presence. He closed the door behind him, locking it for good measure.
Startled, Selena turned to face him. “What-how-why are you here?” she stammered, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Is there anything wrong with that?” Cyrus replied, his gaze steady as he looked at her, but Selena remained silent.
“You don’t want me here?” he pressed, searching her eyes for a response.
“Okay, good,” he murmured, his intensity faltering slightly when he realized she wasn’t meeting his gaze with her usual shy demeanor.
“Come,” he whispered, beckoning her softly, but Selena remained rooted to her spot on the bed, unable to move.
“Lena,” he called softly, his gaze locked onto hers.
“Come,” he urged again, and after a moment of hesitation, she sighed and stood up from her bed, meeting him in front of her.
Standing face to face, she couldn’t help but notice his height advantage over her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands gently brushing her hair away from her face.
“Nothing,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the words.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his hands now resting on her cheeks, causing her cheeks to flush crimson.
“You…” he began, his voice trailing off momentarily as he searched for the right words.
“You know we’re doing all this for fun, right?” he asked, his gaze searching hers for understanding. She hesitated before finally nodding in agreement.
“Yes, I know,” she replied softly, and he nodded before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Did you enjoy what we did last time?” he inquired, his eyes fixed on hers. She nodded in response, trying to avert her gaze, but he gently held her face in his hands.
“Words, baby girl,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her lips.
“Yes, I did,” she admitted, and he nodded in acknowledgment, a hint of satisfaction in his expression.
“Good,” he murmured, planting a small peck on her nose before heading towards the exit of her room.
“And…” he paused, turning back to look at her.
“I’ll drive you back home tomorrow,” he stated before disappearing out of her room.
Selena stared at the closed door, feeling a mix of confusion and uncertainty wash over her. It was as if she had been under some kind of spell, unable to fully comprehend what had just transpired.
~~
~~SELENA~~
The weight of anxiety hung heavy as I made my way through the halls of the school, each step feeling like a burden. Part of me longed for the day to end so I could see Cyrus, while another part of me dreaded the uncertainty of our interactions.
Grey dropped me off at school Today, and as I attended my classes, the sense of unease only intensified. It felt surreal, almost foolish, knowing that just yesterday I had seen Cyrus with another girl, and he had made it clear that our relationship was nothing more than casual fun.
I knew deep down that Cyrus wasn’t the relationship type, much like my brother. So why did I allow myself to hope for something more?
Arriving at where Cyrus’s car was parked, I noticed him sitting inside with his head bowed. Taking a deep breath, I entered the car and closed the door behind me.
“Hi,” I greeted, my voice barely above a whisper, and he looked up at me.
“How was your class?” he asked, starting the car, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
“Fine,” I said, though inwardly, I was anything but fine. How did he know I was ending my class now? The drive was silent, until we arrived at the exact place where we had made out before. My gaze turned to him, confusion clouding my thoughts. Why were we even here?
He opened his door and stepped out before motioning for me to join him in the back seat. I hesitated, unsure of what was happening or why he wanted me to join him there.
“Come to the back,” he insisted, his voice firm yet gentle.
“Um,” I mumbled, feeling a mix of uncertainty and curiosity.
“You heard me, Lena,” he said, the sound of my name on his lips sending shivers down my spine.
Slowly, I complied, stepping out of the car and making my way to the back seat. As I settled in, I looked at him, waiting for an explanation or some indication of what he wanted.
“Come sit on my lap,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart raced as I processed his request. “Cyrus, I’m not sure about this,” I murmured, uncertainty coloring my tone.
He met my gaze with a reassuring look. “I won’t force you, baby girl,” he said softly, his eyes holding mine in a mesmerizing gaze.
His words echoed in my mind, his gaze penetrating deep into my soul. The intensity in his eyes was like a spell, drawing me closer despite my reservations.
“We should just go back to our–” I silenced his words with a kiss, surrendering to the magnetic pull between us more passionate and intense.
As we kissed, I felt a rush of excitement wash over me. But suddenly, Cyrus pulled away from the kiss, laughing softly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling slightly self-conscious. He shook his head and chuckled again.
“Nothing” he said, still grinning at me. “You’re just so damn eager.” I blushed at his words but couldn’t help smiling back.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me onto his lap as he settled back into the seat. My heart raced as we resumed kissing, our mouths moving in a frenzied dance of passion and desire. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every inch of skin they could find. I moaned softly as his lips traced a path down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. We lost ourselves in each other completely, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
I straddled his lap, I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against me, making my own body ache with desire.
I began to grind my hips against him, feeling the delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Cyrus moaned softly as we kissed, and he pulled me even closer to him as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed over my body relentlessly, exploring every inch of me with a sense of ownership and urgency.
He reached up under my shirt, caressing my breasts through the fabric of my bra. The sensation was overwhelming – his touch sent shivers down my spine and left me gasping for air. His fingers found their way to my nipples, teasing them gently until they hardened beneath his touch.
I let out a soft moan as he squeezed and massaged them more firmly. My own hands found their way into his hair again as our kissing became more intense.
As Cyrus continued to touch and kiss me, I could feel my own arousal growing. His hands moved down to my thighs, exploring the skin beneath my trousers until he found his way to the damp fabric of my panties.
He pressed a finger against my pussy, feeling how wet I was for him. Our eyes met as he touched me, and I could see in his gaze just how much he wanted me. It was exhilarating to know that he desired me so deeply.
He began to pull at the waistband of my trousers, eager to get better access to me. I lifted up slightly so that he could slide them off more easily, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he looked at me hungrily.
He bit his lip as if trying to contain himself before leaning in once again for another deep kiss. His hand slipped past the fabric of my panties now and into the warmth between my legs. Slowly but surely, he began to stroke me with his finger – each touch sending electric jolts.
I gasped as Cyrus slipped a finger inside of me, feeling him stretch me open slowly. He moved his finger in and out of my wetness with purposeful strokes, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
I clung to him tightly, pressing myself against his hand as he continued to stroke me deeper and deeper. Cyrus added another finger, pushing them both in deep until I could feel the pads of his fingers rubbing against my sensitive walls.
He twisted and turned his hand inside of me, searching for that perfect spot that would send me over the edge. My breath came in ragged gasps as he worked his magic on my body – each touch making me want him more and more.
As if sensing how close I was getting, Cyrus increased the pressure on my clit with his other hand. The pleasure was almost too intense to bear now – it felt like every nerve ending in my body was firing at once.
I couldn’t hold back any longer as moaned Cyrus’s name into his ear as he continued to finger me, my body writhing with pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer with each passing moment.
Suddenly, he quickened the pace of his fingers – plunging them in deep and fast as if trying to drive me over the edge. The new intensity of his touch sent waves of pure ecstasy coursing through my veins, making me shiver with pleasure.
I felt like a volcano about to erupt – every inch of my body on fire with need for him. Cyrus whispered dirty words in my ear as he continued to finger me, driving me wild with desire. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine as he urged me on towards release. Finally, with one last stroke from his talented fingers- I reached the peak of pleasure and exploded into orgasmic bliss- crying out loudly in ecstasy
I rested my head on Cyrus’s shoulders, panting heavily, I couldn’t help but curse out loud.
“Fuck! That was amazing,” I said, my voice trembling with pleasure. I looked up at him and saw his own desire burning brightly in his eyes.
He ran his hands along my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me once again.
“I should take you home now,” he said finally and I nodded reluctantly. As much as I wanted to stay here with him forever, reality was calling. I slowly raised myself off of his muscular frame and quickly put on my panties before getting dressed fully. The sexual chemistry between us was intense, and the way he had pleasured me had left me wanting more.
Damn!!!!
TBC