She pushes my chest upright as the doorknob turns. I pick up my pace, putting on a good show. Cecily moans loudly just as the door swings open.
Scott and Westley stand in the hallway, staring in.
“What the fuck!” Scott roars, and I stop thrusting to laugh at the horror on his face. “On my fucking bed!?”
Cecily squeals when Scott runs in to scare us off. She stands on his bed, and his eyes take us in. It finally registers that we’re fully clothed and we’re not actually fucking on his bed.
“Got him!” Cecily shouts, high-fiving me. Then fist-bumping mine. And she starts hooting in his face.
Scott stares wildly at her. I don’t think his mind has caught up to reality. Cecily jumps off the bed and stumbles onto the ground laughing. I watch her roll around hysterically.
“She’s still drunk, I see,” Scott murmurs.
Westley is smiling at her on the ground.
Scott says, “I swear to God, if you fucked on my bed––”
“We’re fucking with you, man. Chill.”
His eyes do a one over on me, so I say, “Touch my dick. I’m not even hard.”
That’s a lie. I’m definitely hard, but I say it to distract him from Cecily on the ground.
Scott scoffs. “I’m not touching your fucking dick! Get out of my room!”
I chuckle as Cecily stands up and skips over to Westley. “Was that good, Westley? Was it believable?”
Westley nods, amused by her. He looks at her mouth, so I usher her down the hall. “Okay. Fun and games are over now. Boys have a bedtime.”
Scott walks into the hallway and calls out, “Hey! None of that shit under my roof, understood?”
Cecily giggles. “Good night, Scotty.”
I shrug, following her into my bedroom and shut the door behind me.
She turns around and starts laughing and squealing. “We got him so good!” She grabs my chest as if I’m wearing a shirt, except I am not, so she scratches me. I glance down at her fist on my chest. She pulls it back and winks at me like she did that one time at the gym. Her winks really give off old man energy.
I smirk. “Okay,old man.”
She throws her head back and laughs. Then she falls onto my bed and says, “You owe me candy, smut.”
I turn off the light and say, “Good night, moo.”
24
Cecily
The light turns off, so I spread my legs and arms as wide as possible on the bed. I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting to feel him on me at any moment. But as each second passes, I realize that he’s not hopping on the bed. I open my eyes and look over the edge at his figure lying on the ground.
“What’re you doing?” I ask when I see him settling on the ground with his pillow and blanket.
He answers, “Going to sleep.”
“Get up here,” I whisper.
“The bed’s all yours.”
“Fine,” I say, rolling off the edge and landing on him.
