“You know what would be great now?” I asked. Wesley pressed his hand down on mine and smiled devilishly, but I giggled, pulled my hand away, and clapped once. “Kung fu!” I shouted.
Wesley scrunched up his face in disappointment, then nodded. “So what’ll it be?”
“Bruce Lee. Or anything with Jackie Chan ’cause he’s funny. But Jet Li’s really cute…,” I mused aloud.
“How about Enter the Dragon?” Wesley suggested.
“But we just watched that the other night. Let’s watch Rumble in the Bronx or Fists of Fury,” I said, nodding in agreement with myself.
The movie ended around eleven thirty, and we switched to a countdown special hosted by the eternally seventy, almost anachronistic Dick Clark. We fooled around during the show until there were about five minutes left. We each got a beer, put the roach in the bowl, and waited for the final ten seconds of the year. We counted down as the ball dropped and kissed and clinked beer bottles at midnight.
At 12:01, the phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. A very inebriated Alycia shouted “Happy New Year!” in my ear and Wesley laughed because he could hear her from five feet away. She babbled happily, and I could hear Jeremy in the background. Alycia rambled on about resolutions and good karma, then shouted “Happy New Year!” again and said goodbye. Wesley and I laughed and made our resolutions as we finished off the roach. Then I put in Fists of Fury, closed the blinds across the sliding door, and sat down, straddling Wesley’s lap. I kissed him and pressed my hips against his.
“What’s this? Are you hard already?” he asked playfully, sliding his hand around to my backside.
“Yeah, so why aren’t you?” I said, resting my forearms on his shoulders.
“Kiss me again and you’ll see,” he answered, licking his lips.
I leaned into him and kissed him hard, grinding my hips in his lap. I closed my eyes and felt him respond as he’d promised. I slid my hands down his chest and unzipped his blue jeans. I pulled away from his kiss as I frigged him with one hand, and he glanced down as he unbuttoned my pants. I pulled my jeans off awkwardly without leaving my place on Wesley’s lap and guided his fingers between my thighs.
“You wanna do it out here?” he asked.
“Why do you think I closed the blinds?” I responded throatily and kissed him lightly.
“Are you gonna be okay without stuff?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, sitting up on my knees. I held him firm while I slowly impaled myself.
Wesley sucked in air sharply and scooted down on the couch. He ran his hands up my naked thighs, grabbing onto me with one hand and squeezing my balls with the other. I pumped up and down, alternating speed and angle until I was on the edge of climax. Wesley gripped the back of my head with one hand and kissed me deeply as I exploded in his embrace. He bucked his hips twice more and erupted inside me while Bruce Lee continued to fight his enemies against impossible odds.
Wesley looked down and touched the gooey front of his shirt and grinned accusingly at me. “I hope this doesn’t stain,” he said, caressing my cheek and kissing me softly.
Of course, he was wearing his new dark orange shirt Mom gave him for Christmas. I blushed but gripped the hem and pulled the shirt over his head. He smiled handsomely, and a little bit devilishly, and kissed me until my entire body tingled.
“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered in his ear, sliding off his lap.
Wesley stared at me, his eyes glazed over with lust, as I stood up wearing only a long-sleeve shirt. I looked down at him with the same expression, at his naked chest and his jeans pulled low around his hips. He hurriedly followed me into the bedroom and tackled me on the bed, his hot fingertips touching me all over. He kicked his jeans off and flipped me onto my stomach and I climbed onto my knees with my backside high in the air. He frigged me with one hand and slid two fingers inside me while I ground against his knuckles. Wesley leaned over my back and licked the rim of my ear, and I could feel his nipples brushing lightly across my shoulder blades.
“Hurry,” I whimpered, my body on fire with a pleasing ache down below.
“Heh, I forgot how horny you get when you’re stoned,” Wesley chuckled, withdrawing his fingers.
He nudged playfully just to hear me moan pleadingly, and then with a strong thrust entered me wholly. I absentmindedly whispered “Thank you,” and Wesley chuckled again, but then moaned salaciously when he felt me tighten around him. He held my hips in his strong hands and pulled me backward each time he pushed forward. I trembled beneath his hard frame, pleasure waving through my entire body, and he took me ravenously. He arched his back and climaxed while I spent at the same time. He took several deep breaths then pulled back, withdrawing slowly.
“I love seeing that,” he murmured quietly, and even though it embarrassed me for him to watch, I arched my back so that he could see his semen leaking out of me. “I love you,” he whispered, lying down on my back and nuzzling his chin in the cradle of my neck and shoulder. I turned my face to the side, my cheek brushing against his lips, and whispered back the same thing.
Chapter 40
“I HAVE to go to the bookstore. Wanna come?” I asked.
“The bookstore?” Wesley said, glancing up from the TV.
“Yeah, school starts next week,” I said, retrieving my shoes from near the front door. Wesley nodded with a “now-I-remember” expression and crossed his feet on the coffee table. “Wanna come with
