Why Did It Have To Be You?

by T. L. Quinn

  I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I need to have him inside of me. I desperately reach for the waistband of his sweatpants and push my hand in. I wrap my fingers around his cock, and he groans and curses a few more times.

  His mouth is back on mine, and he is about to push me down onto his bed when I realize he somehow gained control again. Why is it so easy to let him lead?

  I bite down on his bottom lip and dig my nails into his shoulders to throw him off for a moment. Then I spin us around and push his pants and briefs down together. His cock springs up and just damn. Of course.

  I push him back onto the bed, and he slides back toward the headboard as I follow on top of him, our lips never parting.

  I am straddling his lap, and I run my tongue up the side of his neck while my hands explore his chest some more. My need becomes too much to handle, so I grab his cock and slide the head into my wetness and circle it around on my clit. Dean grunts and his fingers dig into my hips so hard that there will be bruises there tomorrow.

  I can’t wait anymore. I am about to slam onto his cock when I pause for a moment. I have been on birth control since I was 18. My eyes shoot to his. “Have you been tested?”

  Dean’s eyes move from his cock rubbing on me to my eyes. His eyes are foggy with lust. “Huh?”

  With the look he is giving me, I grow even more impatient. “Dean! Have you been tested!?”

  Understanding comes over his face, and he quickly shouts out “Yes! Yes, I haven’t been with anyone since my last doct- Fuuuuuuck!” I slammed down onto his cock in one move before he even finished his sentence.

  Our foreheads are pressed together, and we are breathing in short quick breaths as I adjust to his size. I can feel his cock everywhere inside of me, stretching me apart. I begin rocking back and forth, and it stretches even more. It would almost be painful, but I am so wet that each sting is quickly eased.

  I look down into Dean’s eyes and they are burning with so much intensity back at me. It turns me on even more. I begin bouncing on his cock more frantically. My nails are digging into his chest so hard it will leave marks. My breasts are bouncing so fast and every once in a while Dean will graze my nipples with his teeth as they bounce in his face. I can feel my orgasm building everywhere in my body. My muscles are growing so tight, and my skin is tingling. Just when I am on the brink of going over the edge, Dean reaches between us and rubs his thumb over my clit.

  My head flies back, and my back arches so far that my breasts are pushed into Dean’s face. I scream at the top of my lungs, but there is no sound coming out of my mouth as I continue to silently scream out. It feels like every single one of my blood vessels is bursting with ecstasy and my pussy muscles are spasming so hard that it feels like waves of pleasure are running through it over and over again.

  “Jesus Christ Caroline! Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I can feel Dean’s cum shooting into me, and it just causes me to clench down once more and pushes my orgasm to the next level.

  When it finally begins to subside, I collapse against his chest and my head falls into the crook of his neck. We are both trying to catch our breath.

  Once the high starts to wear down, reality starts to crash over me as I remember everything. Brian with Maddison, the reason we are living here, Dean is Brian’s dad.

  I pull myself off of Dean’s lap and quickly grab my pants and shirt and throw them on. Without looking back at him, I head toward the door to leave.

  I twist the handle and open the door. I almost make it through when Dean suddenly is out of the bed and blocking the way through the door so fast I am not even sure how he got there.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” He yells at me.

  I look past his shoulder and say “Going to my room.” as if it is obvious.

  His stern stare is back, and he is glaring at me. “Fuck that!” He slams the door shut again as if he's not letting me leave. “You are not going back to his bed.”

  I glare right back at him as to say you can’t tell me what to do. It seems he takes my meaning loud and clear and just starts yelling again. “What the fuck Caroline! You can’t just show up in my room with this mind blowing sex and then just fucking walk right back out the door!”

  My lip tips up at the corner a little at his confession. I know I shouldn’t, but I play coy. “Oh, can’t I?” I make my eyelashes flutter a little.

  Dean gives me an angry growl, and before I realize what is happening, I am flung over his shoulder and then slammed back down onto his bed. Dean pins my arms above my head all while he is still fully naked. Our eyes meet and suddenly his soften a little. He whispers “What happened Caroline?”

  I break eye contact and just shrug “Nothing.” This makes Dean laugh out.

  “Oh nothing really? So one second I am a dirty old man trying to seduce his son’s girlfriend in the kitchen and the next said girl changes her mind without reason and decides to be this absolute sex godess that she knows I can’t resist.”

  I laugh at his joke, but my heart speeds up at his words. No one has ever talked about sex with me like that before. I guess I also haven’t ever had sex like that with anyone else before either..

  I lower my eyes and softly whisper. “Brian cheated on me with Maddison.”

  Dean’s hands tighten on my wrists at the confession. His eyes narrow at me in concern.

  I glare back up at him. Fuck that! “Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare pity me!”

  Dean laughs again. “God woman. I don’t think it would even be possible to pity you.”

  I laugh again. It brings me back to the first night we met. Sure, Dean is ridiculously good looking. Probably one of the sexiest men I have ever met in real life, but the reason I let things get that far that night was because of the way we joked around. He always can make me laugh.

  I look at him again. “We can’t let Brian find out.” Dean blows out a breath and then with a smirk he asks “Find out about what just happened or find out about what is going to continue to happen.”

  I can’t help the smile that grows on my face. I bite my bottom lip while I think what the answer should be. Dean smiles back down at me and then his eyes fall to my lip still between my teeth, and I know I won’t be able to resist this man. I crane my neck up since my arms are still pinned above my head and brush my lips against his. “Both.”

  Dean growls again and brings his mouth back down onto mine. After a few more seconds, I stop the kiss. “I really need to get back to my room. If Brian comes home, I don’t think it would go well finding me in your bed.” Dean groans again.”Ugh fine.”

  He lets go of my wrists and helps me up. He walks with me across the hall, and he looks at the bed that Brian and I share. “Don’t let him touch you.”

  I want to joke with him but his eyes are so serious, so I just smile. As if on cue, I hear Brian’s keys unlocking the door. Dean looks down the hall towards the sound. The front door isn’t visible from the hall upstairs, so I go up on my tiptoes and kiss Dean’s lips one last time.

  When I pull away and look up at him, he is smiling back down at me. “No acting suspicious.” I whisper as I shoo Dean back to his room. He reluctantly turns away and I give his ass a final swat as he walks away. He makes a grunt at the contact and even though I can’t see it, I can tell he is smiling as he walks into his room.

  Brian is dinking around in the kitchen for a little bit and I don’t want to confront him tonight, so I get under the covers and pretend I am asleep before he comes back to bed. I know I shoud be screaming and yelling and leaving this house after what he did, but all I can do it think about what just happened with Dean. Oh boy, what did I just get myself into?

  Chapter 7

  I wake up the next morning sore in places I haven’t been for a while. Brian already left earlier this morning for work. Thankfully, he had enough drinks last night that he crashed right when he came to bed. I know I need to confront him and end things but I want to put it off as long as possible so I
can figure out what to do.. Our lives are just so entangled right now with our apartment. and now I am living at his dad’s place. It’s not like I can just leave. I don’t have anywhere to go.

  I know Ally would let me stay with her at her place, but she only has a one bedroom apartment, and I am not fond of sleeping on her couch for an extended period of time. I guess I have that as a last resort because I can’t just keep living in Dean’s house once Brian and I break up. No matter how good last night was, that is not something I will let happen.

  My main goal for today is just to avoid Brian so I can figure out a plan. It shouldn’t be too hard to stay apart today. I have the evening shift tonight at the diner and will be closing. Usually, when I work the closing shift, Brian is either passed out by the time I get home or he goes to hang out with the guys. Or maybe he was always going to hang out with Maddison. Who knows.

  Either way, I know I need to talk to someone about everything. I can’t just keep all of this to myself or I am going to go crazy. I decide to call Ally and ask her to meet for lunch. After she admonishes me for not being able to hang out more lately, we agree to meet at one of our favorite little cafes downtown. I don’t even know where I am going to start with explaining my situation to her, but I figure I should probably begin with Brian cheating. Ally never liked him anyway. After my birthday, she kept trying to subtly convince me not to stay with him. I figure that part won’t be quite as much of a shock as me breaking the news about how I slept with his dad. Going to have to ease her into that one.

  I have the house to myself this morning since both guys are off at work. Dean left a note on the fridge that he was heading into the office even though it is a Saturday, so I take my time getting ready and I decide to pack an emergency overnight bag just in case I need a quick escape tonight. Once I am all set with that, I head out to meet Ally at the cafe.

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  “That asshole!” Ally shouts after I am done telling her the whole story about finding the video of Brian and Maddison. .

  “Shhh!” I laugh as Ally has drawn a few eyes our way from her loud profanity.

  “So what happened when he got home last night? Did you punch him? Did you threaten to reveal all his embarrassing secrets? Does his car need to go to the repair shop today?”

  I laugh again. Ally is always able to bring my mood up even when I am in crisis.

  “I didn't talk to him yet. It was late when he got home, and I didn’t want to deal with it then, so I just pretended to be asleep.”

  Ally gasps “You what?” Her eyes are wide looking at me. “You just let that asshole sleep next to you thinking he can get away with anything he wants?”

  I mumble back to her “That’s not exactly what I let happen.”

  “Oh sweetie, you poor thing. You can’t just let people treat you like dirt all the time. Your heart is too pure.” She pauses. "Let’s go post his willy online.” I almost choke on my food.

  “Oh my god Ally! I am not posting anything anywhere.” I laugh again. but then I start thinking about what happens next and I get more serious.

  “For real though Ally, I don’t know what to do. Should I just pretend everything is fine until I find another place. I mean I don’t think he would kick me out, but I don’t really want to stay there after we break up.”

  Ally quickly responds “You can come stay with me!”

  I knew she would offer, so I just smile at her but she knows I probably won’t take her up on the offer long term. Although I don’t want to sleep on a small couch, I know the real reason I don’t want to leave is because I want to spend more time with Dean.

  I don’t know what happened last night, but I also don’t know what will happen if I am not in the same house as him. It’s not like I expect him to be my boyfriend just because we had sex, but I feel like what we had was more than just sex.

  We have this chemistry I can’t resist. Maybe I am just being delusional after the heartache of what Brian did after he promised so many times nothing was going on. I want to find hope in the potential of something more real than what I had.

  The realistic part of me knows that all girls probably feel that way around Dean. I mean when a super hot sexy stranger with overwhelming charm and a great smile pays attention to you, you want it to mean something more. Brian was probably right about Dean having a new date every week though. I’m sure girls are just constantly throwing themselves at him. Especially at the office when he is wearing those suits. I need to keep my head straight about him.

  I know I have to tell Ally about Dean. She’s my best friend in the world, and we don’t keep secrets from each other. Not telling her about my birthday night has been eating at me. I feel so guilty about it. Now last night happened and the guilt feels like it is overwhelming me, so I just suddenly blurt out “I slept with his dad!”

  Ally does an awkward chuckle as she takes a sip of her drink. “You what?”

  I lower my voice this time “I had sex with Brian’s dad.”

  Ally starts choking on her drink. After a few seconds of coughing and catching her breath back, her mouth hangs open looking at me for a moment. “You had sex with Mr. Douglas?”

  I cringe and nod my head at her “Dean.”

  Her eyes light up when I say his first name, and her smile grows so big I am surprised her face didn’t crack.

  “Oh you naughty girl you.” She says with a wicked grin. She sets her soda down and stops the waiter who is walking by.

  “Can you grab us a couple chardonnays?” She looks back at me “We’re going to need some booze for this story.”

  The waiter walks away with our order, and I try to think of a way to make this not seem so bad. “It wasn’t like that.” I huff out a breath.

  Ally raises her eyebrow at me “Oh no? So you didn’t find out your boyfriend was cheating on you with that bitch that he always denied anything was going on with, and so instead of confronting said boyfriend you spewed in anger until it became too much to handle so you took it out on Brian’s sexy father by banging him all night until kingdom come.”

  I cringe even harder because that is exactly what happened. She takes one look at my face and knows that is exactly what happened too.

  I give in “Okay, so that is kind of what happened.”

  She raises both eyebrows this time. “Kind of?”

  I let out a breath. “Okay so that is exactly what happened but…” I pause for a minute trying to think of how to word this. “Let’s just say that isn’t the only time me and his dad have had more than friendly contact.”

  Ally’s eyes bug out of her face. “Spill!”

  “Okay! Okay! So you know the night of my birthday I told you about how I went down to Charlie’s by myself?” Ally nods. “Well, I met Dean that night.”

  Ally puts her hand out as if to say continue, so I do. “We were flirting a lot, and I thought Brian and I had broken up since I didn’t hear from him. Dean bought me a couple drinks, and we were joking around about how he knew the owner of the bar and how it had its perks. One thing led to another, and we ended up in this back room where there was this old pinball machine. I was really sucking at it, so he offered to show me how to play if you know what I mean.”

  I pause and Ally adds “Oh I know exactly what you mean. So what happened next?”

  She is grinning so big like this is the greatest story she’s ever heard.

  I feel uncomfortable telling the next part. Even though there are no secrets between me and Ally, I usually never share the exact details of my sex life unlike her.

  “Well you know. All that touching led to more touching, and then suddenly I was on top of the pinball machine while we were making out.”

  Ally squeals “Oh my god! That is so hot!”

  I laugh again “Well, it didn’t last long because that owner he knew showed up and walked in on us.”

  Ally laughs “Well of course. We couldn’t have you having hot sex with a sexy stanger in the back of a bar. That is the stuff fa
ntasies are made of. This is real life.” Ally smirks at me “Although, it does seem that fantasy came true last night huh?”

  “Ugh.” I slide my hands down my face. “I don’t know what to do.”

  Ally reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “Well, what happened after you banged Mr. Douglas? Did you talk about what it was?”

  I cringe at Ally again “Can we not call him Mr. Douglas? You are just trying to make it sound dirty”

  Ally laughs “Oh c’mon it makes it sound so much hotter that way.” She pauses and thinks a moment then gets all giddy as she asks. “Is he? Is he super hot? God. I bet he is so hot. My girl Caroline. I didn’t even know you were into older men.” She leans back in her chair and smiles at me like she is so proud. What exactly she is proud of, I am not so sure.

  Then I think about her question and my thoughts go back to Dean and his sexy suits, and how he looks just as good in his sweatpants that cling to his ass.. Yeah he is hot alright, but I ignore that part of the question.

  “He’s not that old. He’s only thirty five. He had Brian when he was super young or something.” I pause and Ally looks at me expectantly. I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. Yes he is super hot.”

  Ally does a little squeal and a victory dance in her seat. Then she looks back at me.

  “So that’s what this is about? You don’t want to confront Brian because then you can just keep playing house with his dad?”

  “Oh my god Ally!” I say, but I smile because she isn’t wrong.

  She continues “But you never answered my question. Did you talk about what happened? Was it just a hot night of passion. Were you just trying to put out that fire you started on your birthday?”

  I shake my head. “I am not sure. I told him we couldn’t let Brian find out, and he asked if I meant about last night or the next time.” Ally makes a sexy face at me and bites her lip and raises her eyebrows up and down really fast at me.

  I quickly add. “I don’t know if he was being serious though. He is always so charming, so it might’ve just been part of his personality. Brian did mention his dad goes out with a lot of different women. Dean played it off like they were work functions, but maybe he just didn’t want his son to think he was a player.”