~SELENA~
I opened the car door and quickly slipped inside, grateful for the tinted windows that offered us some privacy from prying eyes. My heart raced with excitement and nerves.
“Come here,” Cyrus murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my anxious mind. I smiled, moving closer to him, my heart fluttering in anticipation. His lips touched mine, sending a rush of warmth and excitement through my body. My stomach did somersaults, and I momentarily forgot that we were sitting in his car in broad daylight.
His kiss was gentle yet electrifying, a perfect blend of tenderness and passion. I melted into him, savoring the moment until he pulled back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Let’s keep this for later,” he said, and I nodded.
“Did you have any classes today?” I asked, trying to steady my racing heart and regain some composure.
“No. I came just for you,” he replied, his words making my heart swell with joy. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling valued and special. Those feelings I thought were long gone came rushing back like a wildfire.
“How was yours?” he asked, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
“Uh… I wasn’t really listening because I was thinking about you the whole time,” I admitted shyly, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“You have to listen, babe,” he said gently, a smile playing on his lips.
He called me babe! The simple word made my heart skip a beat.
“You need to get out of my head, then,” I teased, making him chuckle softly, his laughter filling the car with warmth.
“Sorry to say, but that’s not possible,” he replied, taking a turn onto the next street.
“So… I wanted to tell you something,” I began, glancing at him nervously. He nodded, his expression attentive and encouraging. “I think Reggie knows what’s going on between us.”
“Reggie is hard to convince,” he murmured, his brow furrowing in thought. I nodded, completely agreeing with him.
“Well… what he told me was that…”
FLASHBACK
“You think I’m dumb?” Reggie asked, his voice low and menacing as he stepped closer to Cyrus. Cyrus stood his ground, his face calm and collected.
“You think I’m messing around with your sister?” Cyrus countered, his tone steady and unflinching.
“It’s obvious. The others might be blind, but I’m not. I see the way you look at her, and I noticed something was off today when you both stared at each other like you just finished messing around,” Reggie accused, his eyes narrowing with suspicion and anger.
Cyrus chuckled, shaking his head. “Selena is like a sister to me, and I have plenty of girls to mess around with. Do you really think I would risk my friendship with Ezra for Selena? Think again,” he said, his voice calm but firm, attempting to walk past Reggie.
Reggie grabbed his arm, his grip tight and unyielding. “You might get away this time, but if I catch you with my sister again, it won’t be funny. You might be my friend or Ezra’s best friend, but you know we don’t joke about Selena. Not even in our sleep,” he warned, his voice low and filled with a protective rage.
Cyrus met his gaze, his eyes steady and unwavering. “And I don’t joke with her either,” he replied, his tone serious and determined. He brushed past Reggie, leaving him standing there, fuming.
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PRESENT
“Wow, we have to be careful,” I said, and he hummed in agreement.
We drove to our usual quiet street, and Cyrus got out, opening the door for me with a gentlemanly gesture. We both climbed into the back seat, making sure we were comfortable before turning to face each other.
“What?” I asked, feeling my face heat up under his intense gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, making my cheeks burn even more.
“And you’re so handsome and cute,” I said, shifting to sit on his lap. “You are the most beautiful man in the whole world,” I added, playfully pinching his cheeks before leaning in to kiss him. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to his body.
“Don’t let me start with you,” he said, his hands roaming all over my body. I smirked, feeling a rush of boldness as my hands moved down to touch his dick but then I paused.
“Why don’t we go to your house instead? I feel so uncomfortable here,” I suggested, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He looked at me for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face before he smiled.
“Is there something wrong with it?” I asked, feeling a bit nervous.
He shook his head. “It’s just that, I haven’t brought any girl to have sex with in my house before,” he admitted, his honesty making my heart flutter.
I nodded, understanding the significance of his words. “But I would love to do that with you,” he added, leaning in and capturing my lips in a tender kiss.
The kiss was soft and full of promise, and I melted into it, feeling a sense of rightness. This was different from any other connection we had shared before. This felt deeper, more meaningful.
We pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, breathing in sync. “Let’s go, then,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Cyrus smiled, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. “Let’s go,” he echoed, starting the car again and driving us toward his place, our hearts pounding so hard.
As we drove to Cyrus’s house, the anticipation hung thick in the air. Every glance exchanged between us was charged with electricity, and my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
We finally pulled up to his house, a quaint and cozy place tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. Cyrus parked the car and quickly got out, coming around to open my door. I stepped out, feeling a rush of exhilaration as we walked up to the front door. He fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking it and letting us in.
The moment the door closed behind us, we were on each other. Cyrus’s hands were on my waist, pulling me close as his lips crashed onto mine. The kiss was urgent and hungry, our pent-up desire finally breaking free. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him.
We stumbled through the hallway, our lips never parting, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I felt his hands move from my waist to my hips, then to my ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled me even closer. I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his deep, passionate kiss.
Cyrus guided me towards the living room, and we fell onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. He lay on top of me, his weight comforting and solid, his hands roaming over my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
His lips left mine, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, making me gasp and arch into him. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, and he obliged, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. I ran my hands over his bare chest, marveling at the warmth and strength of his muscles.
Cyrus’s hands found the hem of my shirt, and he hesitated for a moment, looking into my eyes for permission. I nodded, breathless with anticipation, and he pulled it off, exposing my skin to his hungry gaze. He leaned down, kissing the newly revealed skin, making me shiver with delight.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Cyrus’s kisses grew more intense, and the urgency in our movements increased. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin. “Let’s go to my room,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded, unable to find my voice, and he scooped me up effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. My heart pounded as he carried me through the house, his strides quick and determined. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my own.
We reached his bedroom, and he gently set me down on the edge of the bed. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, intimate glow over everything. Cyrus stood for a moment, his eyes roaming over me with a look of pure adoration. Then he leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss.
He slowly eased me back onto the bed, his body pressing against mine as we continued to kiss. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his desire matching my own. His hands moved over my body, caressing and exploring, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Cyrus’s lips left mine, trailing down my neck and across my collarbone, his touch making me shiver with pleasure. He paused, looking up at me with a question in his eyes, seeking reassurance. I smiled and nodded, my heart swelling with affection and longing.
He resumed his kisses, moving lower, his hands working to remove the rest of our clothing. Each touch, each kiss, felt like a promise, a silent declaration of how much we meant to each other. As our clothes fell away, the connection between us deepened, and we were finally skin to skin.
Cyrus hovered above me, his eyes dark with desire his eyes bore into mine, filled with a burning intensity. “Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” I breathed. I loved the fact that he kept on asking me this. It made me feel so valued.
He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The weight of his body pressed against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Cyrus positioned himself at my entrance, his movements slow and deliberate. I gasped as he began to push inside, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. He moved slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the fullness.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling.
“Move,” I whispered, needing more.
Cyrus began to thrust, each movement deliberate and controlled, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I met each thrust with equal fervor, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The intensity built between us, every touch, every kiss driving us higher.
“Fuck, Selena,” he growled, his pace quickening. The raw need in his voice sent a jolt of electricity through me.
“Yes, Cyrus, just like that,” I panted, my hips arching to meet his. The friction, the heat, everything was driving me wild.
His thrusts became more powerful, more urgent, each one hitting deeper and harder. My moans grew louder, mingling with his guttural groans. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of desire.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me harder against him.
“Cyrus, I’m close,” I gasped, my body trembling with the approaching climax.
“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice raw and commanding.
With a final, powerful thrust, I shattered, a scream of pure ecstasy tearing from my lips. Cyrus followed seconds later, his body tensing, a deep groan escaping him as he found his release.
We collapsed together, our bodies still entwined, our breaths ragged. He kissed me softly, a stark contrast to the intensity of our lovemaking.
As our breathing began to slow, Cyrus shifted slightly, his weight pressing into me in a comforting way. He gently rested his head on my chest, his lips brushing against the skin there. I could feel his warm breath against my breast, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.
He kissed the curve of my breast tenderly before taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I let out a soft moan, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
Cyrus’s tongue flicked over my nipple, his mouth working with a mix of gentleness and fervor that made my body respond immediately. I arched into him, my hand caressing the back of his head, encouraging him. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a perfect blend of tenderness and raw desire.
His free hand traced patterns on my skin, adding to the sensation. I could feel the tension in his muscles slowly ebbing away as he continued to suck on my breast, his tongue and lips creating a symphony of pleasure.
The sensation was almost too much, my body trembling with each movement of his mouth.
I held him close, my fingers moving through his hair in soothing strokes. This felt so real… like we were together, but I never actually asked him what we were.
“Uhm… Cyrus,” I called softly, and he raised his head to look at me.
“You don’t like it?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.
“No, I like it,” I assured him, and he smiled, taking my nipple into his mouth again, his tongue teasing me.
But the question lingered in my mind, a question I needed an answer to. “What are we?” I asked, and he suddenly stopped sucking on my nipple, his gaze meeting mine.
“Why?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
“I just want to know… like we just have sex nowadays and never really talked about our relationship,” I said, my voice soft but steady. He nodded before sitting up, pulling away slightly.
“So what are we?” I repeated, looking at him, hoping he would say something good, something that matched what I felt.
“We are friends,” he said, his tone flat.
“Just friends,” he repeated, making me stare at him in shock.
I felt a cold rush of reality hit me, my heart sinking.
TBC