Why You?

Part 13

"D-Dylan, ha k-k-keep going. Harder!"

"Of course baby anything for you..."

I shot up out of bed, and looked down. Shit.
I looked over to make sure I was alone before sinking back down onto the bed to think about what just happened. I had a wet dream about Dylan. Oh boy.

"Goddess what is happening to me" I ran my hand over my face.

"Wow that looks like some heavy morning wood babe" Dylan said smirking from the doorway. I covered my hard on with a blanket.

"Nothing Dylan j-just you know normal morning wood hahaha" I said very awkwardly. Damn it why was I so awkward now it's obvious it wasn't just random.

"Well I can help you out with that if you want"

I blushed until I was a tomato. My mind went right back to the dream.

"Hahaha that's f-funny, n-no thanks though" I said scratching the back of my neck.

He looked at me carefully.

"Are you okay? Connor? Your acting a little strange"

"Ha ha ha nervous I'm not nervous what are you talking about" I say with a flick of my hand as I looked away so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes. The other hand was still trying to hide my erection.

When I glanced at him he had his arms crossed with his eyebrows raised.

"I never said you were nervous. I asked what's wrong? But seeing that was your answer I'm guessing your nervous about something"

He started walking closer. I scooted back a bit my cheeks started heating up and I prayed he didn't notice

He stopped coming closer, looked down at my obvious bulge, looked back up at my flushed face. Then had the nerve to smirk as I was sitting there trying my hardest not to just run out of the room like a chicken who over heard they were next on the dinner plate.

"So... Connor have any dreams last night?..." He asked as he took slow steps forward.

I did al I could not to look in his direction because when I did I thought of the dream and that didn't help my erection go down. I even tried thinking of things to turn me off.

That was until I felt a finger go under my chin and Dylan turned my head so I was looking at him, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to re-enact my dream or slap his smirk from his lips.

"...because, I think that you might of had a dream of me?"

My final decision was somewhere in the middle I guess I would say.

"Wow you think pretty highly of yourself there Dylan" He visibly shivered when I said that and I smirked in my mind. Win! "Yeah what if I had a dream about someone else huh?" I smirked at him. His smirk was long gone.

He looked at me like I had gone crazy. "You...dreamt of someone else?" His tone felt a little hurt and I immediately felt bad.

I leaned over and pecked his lips. The nerves fully gone. "Nope I was just messing with you"

He looked confused at first, which switched to relief.

But then... I realized my fatal mistake as his smirk grew again.

"Ughhh" I said as I put my head in my hands

"So you DID have a wet dream about me!" He looked so happy and excited. While I sat there groaning as I realized I told him the truth.

"Well FINE yes I did but whatever... it's normal I am a teenage boy after all" .I looked down and noticed that my erection finally died down.

I tried to get off the bed and walk away but Dylan lightly pushed me back down so I stayed put.

"Don't worry I've had A LOT of dreams about you" he raised his eyebrows up and down as he said it. My blush immediately came rushing back.

"Wow your face now is even better then in my dreams"

"Sh-shut up"

He straddled my hips and loomed over me smirking.

"Would you like to continue from the dream?"

"W-well you don't even know what happened so bleh" I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I think I may have an idea of what happened" he lowered his head down to mine. And softly kissed me. "But since I don't know who is here or not we're going to have to start this again sometime" he winked at me as he got off of my hips.

I didn't know if I was happy or if I was sad about not continuing.

"Boys I'm home!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

I was instantly relieved nothing happened it would've been terribly awkward for everyone if my mom came home when we were doing...well that. Dylan kissed my forehead before he walked out of the room to greet my mom. I was still blushing like a tomato as I put my head in my hands smiling like an idiot.