I Call You Mine

(DTRH) Chapter 15- Trying to Forget

True to his word, Cyrus picked me up the next morning after Vi left for school and her mom left for work. I decided on a simple loose-fitting black tank top and a pair of white wash shorts with my converse. I let my hair fall in its natural waves down my back and only applied a light layer of mascara. Cyrus took me out and we went to a little bistro for breakfast. After that, we went to the mall. We did a little shopping before going back to his house. Mrs. Warren was in the kitchen. She gave me a sympathetic look before her arms squeezed around me.

“Are you okay sweetie? I told Caleb that he wasn’t allowed to kick you out. You can move back in if you want,” she said, before she pulled away and looked at me. My cheeks burned as I blushed.

“It’s okay. Caleb needs his… space anyway,” I declined. She sighed and her lips set in a hard line. She slapped an unsuspecting Cyrus on the chest.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Cyrus yelped.

“I told you to tell Caleb before this got out of hand!” she yelled back. I couldn’t help but to laugh at their display. After they calmed down, Mrs. Warren gave us a snack before she started putting things away. “I have to go to work. No funny business while I’m gone,” she said, giving a stern look to Cyrus. He only put two fingers over his heart as a smirk crossed his face. Mrs. Warren only sighed and shook her head before she left.

Cyrus pressed me up against the counter. I gasped and my eyes slipped close as his lips attacked to my neck. His hands rested on my hips, shooting fire to my core. His hands moved up my waist, taking my shirt with it. He lifted me so I was sitting on the counter. He tossed it aside and kissed my entire torso. I sucked in a breath when his lips touched my hip. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands griped the front of his shirt as I kissed him. He picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I felt my back hit the bed. Opening me eyes, I was we were in the room I was staying in when I was here. I didn’t have much time to think about it though because Cyrus’s lips were moving south. He kissed down my neck and I muffled a moan

“God, you’re going to be the death of me Cyrus Warren,” I breathed. *~

He chuckled against my stomach and his fingers undid the button on my shorts. Fire shot to my core as sparks ran all over my body. My hands gripped the bed sheets as I arched my back up to his mouth. He kissed further down my stomach. His fingers pulled my shorts down and his mouth broke away from me to toss them aside. He took off my lacey underwear next and I was left in just my bra. Cyrus kissed my legs from my ankles all the way up my thighs. I moaned when he got close to my sensitive area. My bra suddenly felt restricting. I arched up and reached behind me to snap it off. Cyrus watched my quick movements with lustful eyes. He abandoned my legs to throw my bra aside. His lips attached to my neck and he kissed down my chest. I moaned when his lips touched just below my bellybutton. I shivered under his touch. He smirked and kissed the inside of my thigh, bringing his lips closer to my throbbing womanhood. I whimpered slightly as he chuckled, his breath fanning out over my entrance.

“Fuck, Russ, what are you doing?” I breathed. My eyes widened slightly at the sly smirk that was planted on his face. He only kissed my entrance slowly. I let out a sharp gasp as my back arched. He ran his tongue through my center and I heard him groan. He sucked and licked everywhere, making me go wild. His hands opened my legs more before they pressed down on my hips to try and keep them still. I couldn’t stop squealing and moaning. I was right on the brink. I was so close. Suddenly, Cyrus thrust two finger inside of my heated core as his tongue still played with me. I practically screamed his name as I came. Feelings of immense pleasure racked my body as I squirmed and arched my back. When I finally came off of my high, my back hit the bed as I panted. He sped up slightly when he felt and heard me. Letting out a slow breath, he came to hover above me. He kissed me gently, letting me taste myself on his tongue. It was so hot; I was wet all over again.