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It was a rare night in; no clubs, no boyfriends, no drama, just the four of them lounging on the sofas and armchairs, comfortable pyjamas on and popcorn and chocolate at hand. After finishing the last movie of the night, they all went to bed.
However, Cecily was not tired enough to sleep. She missed Jeremy. She loves her girl time with her friends, but she has grown so accustomed to being with him, to smelling his leather scent, and the safety of his body that being away from him feels like physical pain.
Old Cecy would have swallowed the need to see him, but she was New Cecy (or maybe The Original Cecy, the one before Jonah) and that Cecy doesn't hide or deny what she wants. And so, she grabs her phone and takes a picture to send Jeremy - it is sexy enough, suggestive enough to be inciting without being crude. Maybe someday, but she is not there yet.
She takes several pictures of herself, choosing one that is a simple close-up of her lips softly closing around her thumb and sends it to Jeremy with the message "Missing you".
Now, she only hopes he is awake and sees it.
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Jeremy is, indeed, awake. He is at the underground fighting ring, watching Killian pummel one of the Serpents within an inch of his life; he was quite annoyed at the fact that the girls were having a no-boyfriends night, something he made quiet clear to the point that Jeremy had to tell him he either shut up or found another way to channel the frustration. And that led them to the current situation, with Kill trying to rearrange the other guy's face as if he were personally responsible for Glyndon spending time with her friends. Not that Jeremy was particularly happy about Cecily abandoning him, but at least he had the grace not to show it. Although when he pointed that out to Ilya, his guard's face looked like he was about to have a stroke due to the restraint he had to exert not to roll his eyes. The point remained, though, that in Jeremy's opinion, he was much more mature about the whole thing than Killian.
That all changes, however, as soon as he sees Cecily's message. And truly, could anyone blame him for it when she sent him what is surely, surely, an invitation?
He looks at the screen, suddenly uninterested in Killian's testosterone-filled tantrum and quickly types a reply.
"You chose to leave me alone, Lisichka", because even though he is extremely mature about the situation, he can still be petty.
"I thought you might be missing me too, but obviously you are being a child, so good night"
And that is the thing about Cecily: she might be righteous and motherly and genuinely good, but she has a temper. A fiery one, that prompts her to stand up to any perceived injustice with thunder in her glittery green eyes.
And Jeremy can't get enough of it.
All he wants, for the rest of his life, is to be drowned in that fire, to stoke it, to be the only one burnt by it.
"I never said I was going to bed. Are you alone?"
She reads and replies immediately, and he cannot help but a small, satisfied smile appear on his face.
"No". And then, "The girls are here, I can hear Anni and Ava in the kitchen".
He makes the decision - although it's not a decision at all. The moment she said she missed him, he was already on his way, mentally if not physically. Ilya looks at him with a raised eyebrow, used to his boss' sudden interest in his phone being related to Cecily Knight.
"I'm leaving, going to see Cecily", Jeremy says on his way to the exit. "Tell Killian I had a business issue I had to handle, if he asks". And he would. And Jeremy knows, with the two decades of experience he has on Killian Carson Behaviour™, that if he knew that he went to see Cecily, the motherfucker would not hesitate to interrupt them and make himself a general nuisance.
Ilya, wisely, says nothing as he mounts his bike, straps his helmet on and starts on the way to Cecily's flat.
He arrives in record time, and he would be embarrassed by being as keen as a teenage boy if it wasn't for the way his blood chants in his veins for Cecily. For his woman.
A strong sense of déjà-vu envelops him as he climbs to Cecily's window and opens it to be greeted with the very welcome scene of her lounging on her bed, wearing one of his t-shirts that she has pilfered and that sits so loose on her slender frame that it looks like a dress.
"You came", her soft voice disturbs the quietness of the night.
"You expect me to ignore your teasing, Lisichka? Provoking me? Calling for me like the horny little slut that you are?". His voice is a low grumble as he stalks towards the bed, where Cecily has knelt and is waiting for him, smiling.
"Shh, the girls are in their rooms, we have to be quiet", she says as he reaches her, grabs her waist and kisses her. Her arms wrap around his neck, her body pressed against his front. Their kisses are always passionate, intense; Jeremy never thought he would love to kiss, just kiss, but like everything else, Cecily is the exception. Her kisses are his second favourite in the world, after fucking her.
He yanks her shirt and feels his mouth drop at what she is wearing underneath. Usually, Cecily favours cotton undies and no bras to sleep, but not on this occasion. Tonight, she wears a lace set that can barely be considered clothing, her pale flesh peeking through the coral coloured pattern, and her breasts lifted and emphasised by thin straps that cross her chest.
She looks up at him, face a deep crimson, and strokes the side of her nose. She reaches for the t-shirt and mumbles, only to be stopped by Jeremy, who throws it away, before pushing her onto the bed and covering her body with hers, eyes dark with lust.
His mouth finds her neck, sucking on it before biting down, his veiny, strong hands groping her breasts as she wraps her legs around his waist, her wet pussy rubbing against him.
"You like it, then", she asks, still unsure.
"How can you even need to ask?", he kisses down her chest, biting the swell of one of her breasts as he tugs on the bra, ripping it from her body.
"You are always hot", his mouth closes on the other nipple, sucking on it before flicking his tongue against the pebbled nub.
"I love everything you wear", teeth dragging on her belly.
"I love it when you wear nothing", his strong hands destroy the delicate lace of her knickers.
"I love you", he licks a wide strip on her pussy, tasting her arousal, the very thing that is his favourite flavour in the world.
Cecily covers her lips with her hand to avoid awakening her friends, while the other tangles with Jeremy's dark hair, pressing his face closer to her aching core. Her thighs tense at the sides of him as he fucks her cunt with his tongue, two fingers thrusting into it, and teeth nibbling on his clit. It's too much - it always is, and she comes biting her knuckles, her orgasm flowing from her and drenching him as her pussy contracts around his fingers and tongue.
"God, Jeremy", she moans as she props herself up to help him undress, her soft hands moving on his hard chest and abs, tracing the ink on his skin, and her mouth finding his neck and leaving her own mark there. She started doing that recently, after hearing some TKU girls ask each other at a party if Jeremy was single. She corrected that mistake, publicly, and has grown fond of leaving her hickeys on her boyfriend's body, something he enjoys immensely - looking at Cecily being the jealous one for a change is something that always strokes his ego, even if he would never admit to it.
He quickly disposes of his jeans and grabs his cock, stroking it twice before Cecily removes his hand and jerks him off herself, her soft hand gripping his dick hard, the way she knows he likes it. She quickly pushes him down on the bed before kneeling between his powerful, inked thighs and taking all of him into her mouth. It's almost too much, and she needs to relax her throat - and even then, tears fall from her eyes, spit gathering at the corner of her lips as she battles with Jeremy's impressive length and girth.
"Such a talented cocksucker, my Cecily", he groans, and his words make her moan around his hard cock. He gathers her silvery hair in a ponytail and keeps a hold on it, as he thrusts upwards into the delicious heat of her mouth. "Such a good girl on the outside, hiding a filthy little whore…fuck, yes… you were born for this, Lisichka, born to suck my cock, choke on it, drool over it like a bitch in heat".
His words are punctuated by a hard tug on her hair, and his other hand pinching and twisting her nipples mercilessly. Unable to hold it anymore, Cecily drops one hand from where they had been clawing at his hips to rub her engorged clit, desperate for her second orgasm of the night. But nothing gets past Jeremy, who yanks her hair hard and threatens her, in a hard voice, "You come on my body or you don't come at all".
Frustration bubbles up in her throat, but soon she straddles one of his legs, mouth never releasing his cock as she rubs her dripping cunt against him. Her eyes speak for her, defiant, asking if this is allowed, and he spanks her, hard, but moves his leg against her desperate pussy, hurrying another mind-shattering climax from her. This time, her body betrays her, and she simply flops against him, pupils blown and muscles slack, but mouth still suckling on his cock.
Jeremy can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, and he refuses to come anywhere but Cecily's perfect pussy.
He flips them over and crawls between her legs before hauling them over his shoulders and bending them over her chest, driving his cock deep into her in one thrust. She bites her lips to avoid crying out, his size and the position making her incredibly full, the pain of it adding to the euphoria of being fucked by Jeremy, of being dominated and disassembled by him. Her teeth break the delicate skin of her lower lip, crimson blood staining it, and she moans his name, deep and desperate.
He goes mad.
His lips find hers, licking her blood and smearing it over their lower faces as they kiss in a way that feels like being consumed. His thrusts in and out of her wet, hot cunt grow brutal, fast and deep, his pelvis grinding against her clit when he is fully sheathed inside of her.
"More, more, more, Jeremy, more, more", her breathy moans pierce the night, and he moves with desperate purpose, bed creaking beneath them as both chase their pleasure.
"Come again, Cecily, show me how much you like being fucked by me"
"I can't, I can't, not anymore"
"Of course you can, Lisichka, my beautiful beast".
That undoes her, and she comes, her inner muscles pulsing around him and dragging him with her, as her pleasure gushes from her and he shoots load after load inside her. They ride their orgasms together, lips locked and drenched bodies gliding lazily against each other for a long time, until the cooling sweat on their skin makes it uncomfortable.
"Stay", Cecily says, eyes droopy as he cleans them both. "Stay the night here".
"Your friends…"
"We are together, we have nothing to be ashamed of".
His heart expands and soars at that, at how far Cecily has come in her journey, at how at ease she is in his arms. And so, he joins her in her bed, holding her.
*******
Annika woke up in an excellent mood, as usual; it was hard to find a day when she didn't. She found Ava and Glyn in the kitchen, already putting together breakfast for the four of them, and she offered to wake Cecy up.
That was her mistake.
She opens Cecy's door, not bothering to knock, only to be met with a sight that will stay burnt in her retinas for as long as she lives.
Because sitting on Cecily's bed, with his back to the door, there is a man and a man who can only be Jeremy, his tattoos identifying him without doubt. Fortunately, the duvet sits on his hips, covering his ass. Unfortunately, Cecily's legs are wrapped around his waist, and her hands caress his nape. Worst of all, even from the doorway, she can see the slight movement from her brother's hips.
So, Annika does the only reasonable thing.
She screams.
And screams.
And screams.