“Can I?” I asked timidly. “Can I… one more time?”
“Yeah. Yeah, one more time,” Wesley answered breathlessly.
I felt him harden against me, and he slipped his hand behind my neck and kissed me feverishly. His cock rubbed against my stomach, and I was instantly overcome by the sensation. Wesley wrapped his arms around my neck and I moved back and forth, feeling his heat and his perspiring body sliding against mine. I was passionately overwhelmed, pumping inside him with unadulterated lust while Wesley bucked his hips into me. I tried to stave off my approaching climax until Wesley was near too. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and then we climaxed together, draining ourselves of every ounce of love and desire within.
I flopped down atop him and breathed in his distinctive scent. I still had a fever behind my eyes, but my body was happily exhausted, and Wesley drew his arms around me. We lay in bed for long minutes, savoring the memory and scent of sex until Wesley ran his hand through my hair. I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip, and then rolled off him onto my back.
“You did that on purpose,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
“Did what?”
I closed my eyes, still feeling the heat emanating from my body. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop after just ten minutes.”
“Maybe,” he answered with a chuckle in his voice.
“And I still have to study!” I complained, covering my eyes with my forearm. “You better take responsibility and help me.”
“I know. I will,” Wesley agreed, sitting up. “Get dressed. I’m gonna go wash up,” he said, patting my hair and kissing my forehead. He slid to the side of the bed and grasped his lower back as he stood up. “Oh man, I’m gonna be walking like an old man tomorrow,” he said, shuffling across the room to pick up his T-shirt and jeans before heading into the bathroom.
I watched him walk away, still with a hand on his back, and I suddenly felt really bashful. I got out of bed and got dressed, but stopped next to the bathroom. The door was open and I could hear water running in the sink. I leaned against the wall and blushed.
“Um, Wesley?”
“Yeah?”
“Did I do okay?” I asked quietly.
“What? I can’t hear you,” Wesley said, stepping into the doorframe with a washcloth in his hand.
“Was… was it okay? Did I do okay?” I asked again, feeling my ears burn.
“Why are you being so shy?” Wesley asked, a smile on his handsome face. “You were great. It felt amazing.”
“But I know I’m not as good as you. I mean, you have a certain… anatomical advantage. But if I made you feel even half as good as you make me feel, then, I think I did okay,” I confessed quietly, staring at the cream-colored carpet in the hallway.
Wesley stepped close to me and kissed my lips gently. “If I can make you feel even half as good as you make me feel, then… well, I think we’re in a good place.”
I smiled at his sweet, confident words and looked up at him. “I love you so, so much,” I whispered.
“And I love you so, so much. Now, let’s get to studying because I’m expecting a big reward when you pass,” he said.
I nodded and kissed him again. “Deal.”
Chapter 38
“WAKE UP! Hey, wake up! It’s Christmas!” Alycia shouted, pouncing on Wesley and me. “Come on! Let’s go! Let’s see what Santa brought!”
I rubbed my eyes and smiled. I was used to this; this was how she woke me up every Christmas morning. But Wesley lay still with his eyes wide open until an amused smile took over his face.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s almost nine. Now, come on! Let’s go!” she said, grabbing on to our wrists and pulling. It was hard to believe she was sixteen years old.
“And what makes you think Santa would bring you anything?” I asked, pulling my hand away.
Alycia sat up on her knees between Wesley and me and placed her hands on her hips. “I’ve been good all year long! And besides, it’s not like Santa would bring presents for a couple of homos!” she countered with a grin.
My mouth dropped open and Alycia giggled. “Get her!” I shouted and Wesley reacted quickly, pinning Alycia to the ground and tickling her mercilessly.
“I’m kidding!” she laughed breathlessly, squirming to get away. “I was kidding! I give!” she cried, laughing so hard her whole body shook. I let go of her arms and Wesley relented, letting her escape. She gasped for breath, still laughing, and stood up. “C’mon, it’s Christmas!”
Wesley stood up and grabbed his blue jeans from my bed. I blushed looking at him in his T-shirt and boxers. I completely forgot about Alycia’s Christmas morning ritual and didn’t think about how Wesley always slept in his underwear. Fortunately, he wore a T-shirt to bed and boxers instead of boxer-briefs. Alycia didn’t seem to notice and waited impatiently for us to follow her into the living room.
“Good morning! Merry Christmas!” Mom said, standing in her robe in front of the coffee maker. “Did Santa visit?”
Alycia and I ran to our stockings, hanging in the living room, and sat down on the floor to look through our loot. I told Wesley to hurry up and get his stocking, threatening to claim what was inside. Wesley had the sweetest look on his face, astonishment and excitement, that he had his very own stocking in our family. He sat down on the floor next to me with his stocking in his lap, his name spelled out in glue and glitter. Alycia had told me the day before that it was actually Mom’s idea to get Wesley a stocking and I flashed a happy, grateful smile in her direction.
An orange was stuffed in the toe of each of our stockings, a
