Page 163 of Withered

I lick his entire length, all the while keeping eye contact with him. I try to memorize his length, taste, and everything about him. This isn’t bad at all; if anything, he’s as smooth as silk against my tongue. I take him into my mouth, drawing in as much as possible while my other hand holds the base.

“Rose,” Jake groans, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed together. “Don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop.”

His words encourage me, and I have no hesitation in continuing. I gag as I feel his tip hit the back of my throat. I draw him out slowly, licking him. I keep the pace slow and teasing, getting to know what works best for him. I suck him in again and slowly pop him out.

“Faster, Rose,” Jake says with a tortured voice. He appears to be in pain, but he is not.

I suck and lick him fast and urgently, massaging his base. His breaths become raged, his chest heaves, and his groans grow with every bounce of my head. His hold on my hair tightens as his hips thrust forward.

“I’m close.” He groans again, and I feel his thighs tighten. That’s my cue to leave. I’ve never swallowed, and I don’t plan on doing it anytime soon.

As I try to get him off, I work him with my hand. He arches his back with the last grunt and my name on his lips, and wetness sprays on my hand and his stomach. I take in his gorgeous face as he relaxes on the bed. His cheeks are rosy, his lips are parted as he struggles for breath, and his eyes are rolled back as if he’s in a different world. Nothing is more intense or sexier than watching him coming down from his high.

Seconds later, he opens his eyes, and I find the green in them so mesmerizing. It’s the green you find in the forest after heavy rainfall. I give him time to relax while I get a towel to clean up the mess we made.

Jake gets up and stops me from moving. I fall back on the bed, and he wastes no time kissing me, his tongue hungrily sneaking inside and making me feel breathless.

“How was it?” I ask him, lips inches apart. All my previous confidence has gone, and I’m back to being an inexperienced girl.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he answers, and I laugh.

“Mind if I get a second round?” Jake asks, still breathing hard.

“Nope. That was a one-time thing.” I push him, and he falls softly on the mattress.

He chuckles and puts his pants back on. “Sleep, Rose. I’m not leaving until you sleep.”

He promises to stay by my side, and he’s sticking to it. I don’t remember much after that, just that I fly away to my world, where there are only two people… Jake and I.

Thecafeteriaisasloud as I remember. This weekend, our soccer team will face its strongest opponent of this season in a match that will help decide whether or not we make it to the semi-finals. I finish my lunch and get up, earning a look from everyone at the table.

“Where are you going?” Jake asks.

“Library,” I said, grabbing my empty plate. “I need to issue a book for tomorrow’s Chemistry test.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure you’ve already studied,” Kristy comments, rolling her eyes at me.

Jake snorts and mutters, “Nerd.”

“I heard that. Anyway, I’ll see you in Math.” I tell him and turn around.

I dump my tray in the trash on the way out, make a quick stop at the washroom, and make my way toward the library.

The aroma of books fills the air as I walk through the familiar doors of the silent room. I look through the science department and come across the book I’ve been looking for. Instead of sitting, I lean against the shelf and flick through the pages, reading the relevant parts. Kristy is correct; I already studied, but another go wouldn’t hurt.

As I flip to the next page, the book is snatched from me. I look at the intruder, ready to yell, but I shut my mouth in a tight line, shocked and bewildered to find Jake.

When did he get here? Was I too caught up in the book to notice him?

“When did you get here?” I ask him, trying to get the book out of his hand.

He swats my hand away and flips through the pages himself. “I just got here.”

I try to get the book again, but he closes it and holds it higher.

“Jake, give it back.” I go on my tip-toes, grab his jacket to steady myself, and reach out again, but being the annoying little brat that he is, he just puts it back on the topmost shelf.

“Idiot,” I mutter as I let go of his jacket, falling backward. Luckily, Jake is fast enough; his arm goes around my waist, and he helps me to my feet, backing me up against the bookshelf.

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