Whit rolls his lips between his teeth, and I want him again. It’s getting a little ridiculous. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this dude. Never had this insatiable need to be consumed by someone.
“I never thought you were lacking,” he tells me, and I resist the urge to turn the ATV off and straddle him.
This guy.
“Ready for more?” I ask and rev the engine.
Whit sighs behind me but doesn’t reply, just tucks himself against me.
When we get back home an hour later, Whit dismounts the ATV on unsteady legs. I wrap an arm around him, helping him into the house. He probably doesn’t need it, but he lets me do it anyway.
We spend the rest of the day lounging outside, me drinking beer, my legs propped over Whit’s while we shoot the shit with my cousins, aunt, and uncle. Anne makes a brief appearance, her clothes spattered with paint, her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She pulls us both into a long hug and then asks all the obligatory questions about our relationship before disappearing a short while later. Anne gets like this sometimes when her creativity is at a peak. I’m surprised she even showed up at all.
Whit reluctantly lets Luke and Sem drive his car, insisting on riding along with them and returns home a little too pale.
But then he looks at me, and his cheeks redden. Probably because I was making heart eyes at him. But how could I not? He just made my cousins extremely happy, and he did it despite being uncomfortable. But wasn’t what this whole weekend was about? Whit pushing past his comfort zone and doing things with me that he wouldn’t normally do?
God, my mom would have loved him.
When the sun has set and it’s time to finally leave and head back to our apartment, I don't want to leave. Things will most likely go back to the way they were, Whit and I coexisting as friends. At least here, we could at least pretend to be together. Back at school, there’s a slight chance Whit will go out of his way to ignore me. Maybe even avoid me altogether.
As I shove my clothes into my plastic bag, I glance over at Whit who is zipping up his suitcase.
“This wasn’t too painful?” I ask him, and he glances over at me.
“No. It was nice.”
I nod, rubbing at my stomach before clutching my plastic bag in my hand.
“You going to be weird when we get home?” I ask him, and Whit grasps his suitcase and moves toward the door.
“Nothing needs to be weird about this.”
I’m not quite sure what that means, but I follow him downstairs and then out to his car, where my aunt, uncle, Sem, and Luke hug us goodbye.
Then we’re alone in the car again, and I’m hard because he’s driving. Duh.
I adjust myself, and Whit snaps his gaze to my crotch before moving it back to the road ahead of him. A slight smirk lines his lips, and I roll my eyes but don’t say anything.
He already knows what he does to me. It’s blatantly obvious. No need to pretend.
Plus, he already jerked me off after we got back from going out on the ATVs. I admit I’d begged until he’d spun me around, forcing my hands against the wall. And then he reached around and pumped me until I spilled onto the floor.
He’s never once found release with me, but I know he’s usually hard when he’s getting me off. I don’t understand why he doesn’t let me touch him, but I never push. I’m not entirely sure he actually likes doing what he does to me.
Maybe he hates it, just does it to get me to shut up.
Oh shit.
That sudden thought sours my stomach, and I glance out the window at the passing cars.
What the hell am I doing? Why am I even messing around with this guy? Most of the time, he seems to put up with me, but other times I’m not entirely sure he’s not disgusted with me. But then there are times when he looks at me with those dark eyes, and I wonder….
“What’s wrong?” he asks after a few moments of silence.
“Who says something’s wrong?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You’re not talking or fiddling with the music or….” His voice trails off.