Our heavy breathing fills the space, and I take a moment to let all the blood find its way back to my brain before I pull out.
Sliding off the bed, I roll off the condom as I make my way to the bathroom, tossing it in the trash. I grab a rag and wet it with warm water before heading back to clean Ariah up.
She’s sprawled on the bed, her cheek resting on the bed as she pants. “That was fucking amazing,” she says between gasps of air.
I’m about to wipe her down when I see her juices leaking out.Can’t let that go to waste.I lean over and suck all her cum up until there’s none left.
“Lev,” she whimpers. “You’re going to make me—” She doesn’t finish her sentences as she cries out, squirting into my mouth.
“Fucking delicious,” I grunt, slurping the last of the juices from her pussy. Then I take the rag and clean her up before I begin to untie her.
Once she’s untied, I massage her shoulders, trying not to get hard each time she moans.
After I’m finished, I bend, lowering my mouth and press a kiss between her shoulder blades. She lets out a contented sigh, then her breaths even out, and I know she’s asleep.
Lying next to her, I watch her as she sleeps. Her body is relaxed, and her face looks at peace. This is how I want her to always look, which means we need to deal with her mother and anyone else threatening to hurt her.
I reach over and brush the hair out of her face. A slight smirk appears as she mumbles something inaudibly. Whatever it is— she’s smiling, and I want to see this always. My eyes droop, but before I lose my battle to continue watching her to the sandman, I vow never to let her go.
40
WES
The week is almost over, which means Senior Night and the big party are almost here. This also means Thanksgiving break is next week and that I need to hurry up and get all of these dates out of the way so that I can be free and clear of the bullshit.
I’ve only gone on dates with Brittany and Meagan at this point. I took Brittany to see a movie. She’s not as annoying when she’s not under Sam’s skirt. Meagan, on the other hand, was so annoying I was close to ditching her. We went to the diner, and all she did was complain about how unfair the Selection process is because no one’s paying her attention and that she’s a real viable option.
My date with Samantha didn’t count, and my father is making me relive that nonsense again.Haven’t I endured enough with the leech?
I make my way down the hallway to AP English when I spot the hourglass silhouette of the girl who’s been starring in my dreams. Ariah Bradford is a fucking sight to behold.
Quickening my step, I catch up and walk beside her.
“What do you have this period?” I ask to spark conversation. I know she’s going to AP Civics.
She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “How can I help you, Wes?”
I sigh, knowing she’s lukewarm toward me on a good day because of how I treated her. I’ve made progress, though— before she’d ice me out completely.
“How’s your dad?” I inquire, genuinely interested. Aaron Bradford seems as though he got the shit end of a deal made before he was born. His whole family is being hunted— to the point of almost extinction.
She looks at me suspiciously, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Why?”
I don’t blame her for her lack of trust in me. It’s not like I’ve been the best guy. “He went through a fuckton— you all have. I just want to make sure he’s okay and settling in,” I assure her.
Her posture loses its defensive stance. “He’s happy to be home. Now I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“That’s fine,” I state, keeping pace with her. “I want to walk you to class,” I say, and it’s the truth. I’ve been waiting for my date with her for almost a month now because then I’ll have the time to show her I’m more than the pompous spoiled rich jerk she met the first day of school.
She turns her head, and her right eyebrow arches. “You’re walking me to class now? What’s next, holding my hand and buying us matching shirts?”
I snort. “I don’t know about the matching shirts, but I’d love to hold your hand.” I reach my arm out to stop her. “Listen, I don’t want to wait until our date to apologize. I was-.”
“Wesley, what are you doing with the trash? I’ve been waiting for you in our spot like you asked me to. We never got to finish up earlier.”
I groan at the nasally voice of Samantha.
“Right. That’s my cue,” Ariah says, stepping around my outstretched hand.
