The door is nowhere near enough support for me.
I might go through it.
I press my palms into it, watching as I disappear into her mouth and to the back of her throat. She watches me through her lashes as she fists my cock and sucks me to no end. Her tongue swirls around my head before she sucks me deep in her mouth. When she moves her hands between her legs, fingering herself as she sucks my tender skin, I don’t know how the hell I am still alive. I start to thrust into her mouth, and she takes it. I hold on to her hair, tangling it in my fingers as I guide her mouth up and down my swollen cock. She takes me by the hips, her thumbs biting into my skin, and everything goes white.
I thrust hard into her mouth, snarling hard as I unload in her throat. She sucks me as I come, and I jerk against her, unable to handle it. She runs her tongue up my shaft, kissing the head of me before I can even open my eyes. When I do, though, I see this gorgeous, incredible girl below me, smiling like a little vixen.
“You’re dangerous,” I mutter, and she giggles.
“You knew that going in.”
I did.
I take her by the back of the neck, bringing her up and to my mouth. I kiss her hard, wanting all of her as she wraps her arms around my neck. When I lift her up, she wraps her legs around me, and I lean her into the door, kissing her over and over again.
She kisses my bottom lip, then my top, before whispering, “Will you be there when I tell my parents?”
I run my nose along her cheekbone. “Of course I will.”
Her eyes dance with mine. “I love you, Wes.”
I cup her neck, moving my lips against hers but not kissing her. “I love you, and fuck, I don’t want to leave you.”
She sighs. “Yeah, not looking forward to that.”
I gaze into her eyes. “But we’re good.”
“So good,” she agrees, kissing the tip of my nose. “But don’t be surprised when I FaceTime to masturbate for you.”
Talk about knocking the air out of my lungs. I take her face in my hand and kiss her hard, though we both start to smile midway through.
Because we know this is good, and while it’s going to suck to be apart, nothing will keep me from this girl.
Not even my demons.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stella
“Wes told me he loved me.”
Audrey looks up from where she is mixing frosting as my mom’s brows move up into her bangs. She is sitting at the counter as I put liners in cupcake pans and grin from ear to ear. I know that, at first, relationships are all sunshine and rainbows and you can’t get enough of each other and all that jazz. That it all seems perfect and wonderful, but at any moment, it could shatter into a million pieces. I get that. I know it. Been there, done that, and I also know it’s clichéd to say this time is different.
But for real, for real. It’s different.
I feel like we’re growing together. Becoming these two incredible members of society that can face any obstacle together. It’s absolutely corny, and I honestly don’t care. I am truly in love with Wes McMillan, and I know he’s in love with me. We click. We mesh. We vibe. We jam. Whatever you wanna call it, we’ve got it, and I’m proud of it.
“I could have told you that,” Mom says simply, shaking her head. “Surprised he waited this long.”
“Yeah, he basically worships you,” Audrey supplies, holding my gaze. “Which can be good and bad.”
“Not bad, only good,” I say, giving her a look. “Believe me, he makes me a better person.”
“How so?”
“Exactly. Because to me, you’re absolutely perfect,” Mom gushes, smacking my butt, and I grin.
“I feel like I am actually an adult with him. I don’t want to just bullshit or mess around. I see a future with him.”
“Oh my, she’s got it bad,” Audrey teases, and I stick out my tongue at her.
“I do. He’s awesome.”
“I know, my love, but you know what they say about the three great loves of your life.”
I glance over to my mom, confused since I’ve never heard this a day in my life. Audrey is nodding like she’s in the know. So, of course, I want to be in the know. “No, what?”
“There are three great loves of your life,” she says, and I wait for more.
When I get nothing, I say, “Yes. I got that part. Elaborate, please.”
“Oh,” she says, putting her phone down. “Sorry, work stuff.” She waves me off. “Anyway, your first love is always the high school love, the one you thought would be forever.”
Audrey nods. “Jessie Pechka for me.”