“Tor, listen to me. I chose you. I don’t regret it and I never will. I feel bad that my parents can’t be happy for me, but oh well. I chose you and I would again, every time. Besides, I got you, but I also feel like I gained a mom and a sister. So don’t ever think like that. Okay?”
I felt better. I felt relief. I would always feel a little guilty over what happened with Wesley’s parents, but as long as he loved me, it was a guilt I could easily live with. I turned to Wesley and kissed his lips. He tasted sweet, like syrup, and I licked him tenderly.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too. Didn’t the pancake tell you that?”
I laughed and picked up the plate from the coffee table, but Wesley took it from me.
“Sit down. I’ll do the dishes. Besides, you might kick my ass for what I did to the kitchen.”
Wesley went to the kitchen and I watched TV, but soon went to the bedroom to change clothes. On my side of the bed, a dozen red roses were propped up against the pillow. My stomach filled with butterfly wings and my cheeks felt hot. I ran to the kitchen, spun Wesley around, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I can’t believe you bought me flowers!”
“Well, damn. If I knew I was gonna get that kind of reaction, I would’ve bought you a car.”
I turned off the water in the sink and took Wesley’s hand. I led him back to the bedroom and wrapped my arms around his neck. I sucked his tongue and licked his lips, then pushed my hands beneath his T-shirt. I circled his nipples with my fingertips until they were hard and then bent my head down and sucked on each in turn. I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed him lightly while I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
“Wait. Not yet,” I whispered, pulling his hands away from my blue jeans.
I took his pants down to his ankles and drew in my breath sharply. He was wearing boxer-briefs and they looked so sexy on him. He was hard and pushing against the stretchy cotton as I pulled those down too. I felt myself stiffen as I looked him over, and my heart began to flutter. He stepped out of his shorts on the floor as I led him to the bed. I got down on my knees and licked my lips. Wesley sat on the edge of the bed, and I slid my hands up over his knees to the tops of his thighs and grasped him with both hands. I lapped at the florid tip, guided my tongue along the smooth, rigid shaft, then under his balls until I reached the place where his thighs met. He was warm, hot even, and he leaked precum onto my sensitive tongue. His balls tightened when I dropped my mouth around him, and his legs trembled on either side of my shoulders. He moaned quietly and I was enchanted by his voice. I sucked and slurped harder, feeling his orgasm draw near, and then I drank down every drop he had to offer.
Wesley panted above me and I stood up, letting my hands linger, and kissed him until I felt him harden again. I stepped back and slipped my shirt off. I took my jeans down and my boxers were sticky from anticipation. Wesley watched me closely, his eyes exploring my body wantonly as I crawled atop him, finally allowing him to touch me. I almost came from the mere sensation of his warm, hard hands. I leaned back, holding Wesley as I gently lowered myself onto him. It was a little tight without lotion, but Wesley was slick with my saliva. I accepted him gradually, feeling him swell within me, and I kissed his lips and neck as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. We moved together as though every thrust was choreographed, and I clung to him as my climax came early. Wesley rocked me back and forth, smearing the cum on his stomach against mine, and as he pumped, I felt my heart racing and my pulse thumping. I was hard again and as I gasped for air, I came a second time. Wesley exploded inside me and I collapsed in his arms, the strength drained from my body. I heaved in breath as if I had been underwater, and my body was still trembling.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” I sighed.
Chapter 28
IT WAS Wesley’s day off and somehow, he talked me into skipping my first class. We relaxed and fooled around, but I got ready to go around two. I couldn’t miss any labs, and Wesley reluctantly let me go. I got to school early and settled down in the empty bio lab and read my psychology text, waiting for class to begin.
“Hey, Toren. What’s going on?”
I looked up from my psychology book and Josh was smiling at me. He was a junior, kinda cute, and my lab partner for biology.
“Not much. How are you?” I said.
“Pretty good,” he answered, sitting down on the stool next to me.
Josh had a handsome smile, dark brown eyes, and earrings in both ears. Friendly, outgoing, and confident, he reminded me of Wesley in some ways. On the first day of class, when we were picking our lab partners, he turned around and asked me to be his partner. I didn’t know anyone in class and I accepted with a smile. I thought I was going to have to wait until the professor
