Why Did It Have To Be You?

I see Maddison’s friend is tagged in the video, and I click on her profile. She also posted to her story. I click on the picture which is a selfie of her and her boyfriend, but what catches my eye is I can see Brian leading Maddison to the dance floor.

I can feel the anger rising in me and know I should stop looking, but when I see Brock in the background as well, I can’t help myself. Brock is a huge douche. Not really sure how he made his way into the friend group, but if anything fishy is going on, Brock will know and most likely post about it.

I click to his profile and hover over the story that was just posted 10 minutes ago. I close my eyes for a second and then click on it. My heart drops into my stomach.

I was expecting to see him and Maddison dancing together. I was imagining the fight we would have about how it wasn’t a big deal and they were just being silly and having fun.

I did not think I would be looking at a video of him with his tongue down her throat and his hands grabbing her ass as she grinds herself all over him. Brock is cheering them on from behind his phone. “Yeah man get it!”

I drop the phone onto my bed, and I can feel the tears starting to prick my eyes. I know if I let them come, I won’t be able to stop the sobs that follow.

That kiss definitely wasn’t their first. The way they were so comfortable together in a public place. God! Did he sleep with her on my birthday?

My breaths are coming in at a rapid pace, and it feels like a hole is being bored into my chest. I can’t cry. I am not going to cry over him.

Suddenly, instead of sadness, I feel nothing but pure rage. My hands turn into fists as I pace back and forth in front of my bed. “We’re just friends Caroline. Why can’t you understand that Caroline.” Ugh! I want to scream! I want to break something!

I don’t know how my legs carried me across the hall. Suddenly, I am in Dean’s room slamming the door behind me. My eyes look to his bed, but he is not there. I hear sounds coming from the bathroom and then the door opens and he walks out with a confused look on his face. “Caroline?”

My hands are still making fists over and over again at my sides, and my eyes are burning with anger at Dean even if my anger isn’t directed toward him exactly.

“Is everything okay?”

I don’t really hear the second part because my brain is still focused on the way he said my name. All deep and gravely. God! Why does he always have to say my name like that?

I march towards him somehow even more angry than I was before, and I grab his shirt around his chest into a ball and push him against the nearest wall. It’s not like I had the actual strength to move his body like that, but he seemed to know not to

fight me.

He looks down at my fist still twisted in his t-shirt and tries to talk. “What’s going o-”

Before he can finish, I am stepping up on his feet, wrapping one of my legs around his thigh, and crashing my lips to his.

It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but when I push my tongue against the seam of his mouth, he grants me access and he grabs my waist at the same time he groans into my mouth. A second later his arm sweeps under my ass, and I am lifted and slammed against the wall. Our kiss turns more frantic, and our hands are everywhere. He leans in, and I can feel his erection pressing into me which causes me to moan out.

“Fuck.” he whispers as he moves his lips from my mouth to my neck.

I feel like I need to take back control of the situation, so I push at his chest and drop back onto my feet. I grab at his shirt and pull it up. He gladly helps me get it off of him. I stare at his chest for a moment just gawking. Good god is there anything not perfect about this man? I scrape my nails over his nipples and follow them with kisses. Dean's breath speeds up a little.

I make my way down to his abs and slowly run my tongue up and down. “Caroline.” Dean whispers as his eyes slightly flutter shut. I then run my tongue along that perfect V line that leads to his growing cock.

“Jesus.” Dean groans and grabs me back up and slams his mouth to mine again. He is pushing us towards his bed as he grabs the hem of my shirt to bring it over my head. Once I throw it to the side, his eyes come down to my chest, and he realizes that I wasn’t wearing a bra. His breath catches, and then he breaths out “Fuck.”

His eyes are sweeping over my breasts, and I decide I want more of his gaze, so I hook my fingers in my shorts and pull them and my panties down in one swipe.

The second I step out of my shorts his hands are on me. His mouth goes to my breasts first, and he bites and licks one while his hand is kneading the other one. It causes me to release another moan. Dean continues to suck on my nipples, but his other hand comes down between my legs. His fingers lightly push in between my folds. “Jesus. Fuck.” Dean whisper-shouts almost angrily.

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?”