“Stop it! This is embarrassing enough,” I told him, furrowing my brows. He smiled and laughed.
“Just give him a kiss; he’s very friendly.”
I took him in my hands and the shaft seemed to swell instantly with my touch. I didn’t look up at Wesley again. I clenched my eyes shut and dropped my mouth around him. I tried to take him deep, but I nearly gagged as he touched the back of my throat, and I covered my mouth and coughed.
“You don’t have to take it all in one gulp,” Wesley said. “Just do it slowly at first, get yourself comfortable,” he coached, patting my head again.
I followed his instructions and eased my mouth around him, holding on to the base with my fingers. I moved up and down gently, careful not to swallow too much of him.
“Use your tongue.”
I kept my eyes shut and pressed my tongue against him while I kept the rhythm of my bobbing head. I tried to remember what Wesley did for me and I began to stroke the base gently and let the tip of my tongue roam. Wesley gripped the cushion on either side and moaned my name. The way he said it sounded so sweet and I instantly felt more confident, slurping, sucking, and licking. Wesley threw his head back and moaned louder, panting my name and stroking his fingers through my hair.
“Tor, that… that’s enough,” he gasped, but I remained in place, dutifully finishing what I started. “Toren! I said, that’s enough….”
He had done the same for me before and I wanted to return the favor. I looked up at him from the tops of my eyes and when he glanced down at me, he exploded like a volcano in my mouth. He sank back into the sofa and sighed between panting breaths.
“Damn.”
I was elated by his deadpan exclamation. He looked happy and sated, and I was glad that I was finally able to show Wesley how much he meant to me.
“You want some water?” he asked, pulling up his boxers and jeans. He was still a little stiff.
“What? No, I’ll get it….”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, standing up and zipping his pants. “I know where the glasses are. You just have a seat.”
I sat down on the edge of the sofa and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I smiled shyly. It really felt like I was in love.
Wesley returned with two glasses of water and handed one to me. He sat on the edge of the couch right next to me and watched me take a gulp of water.
“So does this mean you’ll let me be your boyfriend?”
I looked up at Wesley with round eyes. He wanted to be my boyfriend? The shy smile returned to my face, and I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re cute when you smile,” he said, looking at me sideways. My cheeks blushed and I couldn’t stop smiling. “C’mon, give your boyfriend a kiss, then.”
Wesley leaned into me and I accepted his lips like they were water in the desert. He really wanted to be with me. His kiss was indescribable; he was so good at it. Then I remembered that we had to study for history. Hesitantly and regrettably, I pulled away from him and picked up my textbook from the floor. Wesley made a face and sighed.
“Aw, you can’t really expect me to study now,” he complained, resting his arm around my shoulders.
I chuckled and urged him to focus. He picked up his book and we studied until Alycia came home. I made dinner again, even though it was Alycia’s turn, and the three of us watched TV and talked.
As nine o’clock neared, Wesley said that he should head home. He packed up his book bag and I walked him to the door. He looked at me with a familiar expression and I shook my head. Alycia was sitting on the couch.
“Go on, give him a kiss. I don’t care,” Alycia said, glancing over her shoulder at us.
I shot her a look, then felt Wesley’s hand behind my neck. He pulled me in and kissed me, without sparing tongue for the sake of Alycia. He grinned when he saw how red my cheeks were, and I furrowed my brows at him.
“Hey, she said I could,” Wesley said with his palm open in the air, shrugging. He said good night and left, and I stared at the door.
Alycia was still watching when I turned around and she smiled largely, closing her eyes. “You guys are so cute together.”
Chapter 11
WESLEY AND I reviewed for the history exam while passing time before sixth hour. He sat on top of the desk next to me with his notebook in his lap. He seemed to have a pretty good handle on the material, and I told him so.
“That’s ’cause I got such a good tutor,” he said, sliding off the desk and leaning over me. I could feel his breath on my neck and my cheeks flushed. “So what do I get if I ace this test?” he asked, his fingers crawling to the nape of my neck.
“D-don’t, Wesley,” I whispered, taking a deep breath.
“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.”
My ears felt hot, and I glanced around the classroom. “It’s just… I don’t….” How could I explain it? He didn’t know what it was like to have people laugh at him or tease him. He didn’t understand that I would be ridiculed while he would escape direct mockery.
“You’re my boyfriend. Or did you forget that I had your dick in my mouth yesterday?”
“Wesley!” I whispered forcefully, gripping my hands into fists. His voice was low and throaty, sexy, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “I-I just don’t want anyone to know….”
“Sheesh. Maybe I should just go sit at my desk. I mean, I don’t wanna embarrass you or anything,” he said, straightening up and
