Wilson Mooney, Almost Eighteen

by Gretchen de La O

  “That was something. But it’s my game and I’m upping the ante. Stay there,” I told him. He lay across the bed on his back, propped up on his elbows. His feet were flat on the floor anchoring him to not move.

  “What are you going to do?” he growled low.

  “You’ll see. No touching unless I say so.” I grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. My hair tickled as it fell back onto my shoulders. His mouth dropped open and he swallowed hard. All that was left was my black bra.

  “This isn’t fair. Come here, Wilson.” He bit his bottom lip as his eyes drew across my face, down to my stomach, and back up to my chest.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked in my most sexy, gravelly voice.

  “Um hum.” His tongue wet his lips. “Come closer,” he demanded.

  “Nope.” I went over to his iPod and adjusted the songs until I found a sexy, slow song. I had no idea who it was. Some indie band, no doubt.

  I stood staring at him as he stared back. He was sitting up now, his hands pulling his hair back from his face. I think that was the only place he could put them without grabbing for me. I moved closer. Slowly I unbuttoned the top button on my jeans. He couldn’t take it. He jumped up so fast, I screamed; he startled me. With his hands navigating across my stomach and around my back, his mouth tracked down the side of my face, under my jaw, and down my neck to just above my bra. He sent chills throughout my body and my butterflies took notice. I had him exactly where I wanted and I still had another prize to claim.

  chapter twenty-nine:

  Three paragraphs later we were down to just our pants on top of the bed making out. My report was done and I just had to give props to Romeo and Juliet. It was the perfect aphrodisiac.

  Still, time ticked away with every breath I took. Even when I attempted to inhale slowly and deeply, the anxiety of Monday coursed through my body. I wanted to know what to expect. To be prepared for the intensity and torture of being in a room with him and not being able to kiss him.

  The reality of our limits clocked me hard upside the head—I’ll have to watch him help other girls in my class; I’ll have to listen to the other girls tease and paw after him. It made my heart hiccup thinking about it. I tucked under his arm and cuddled next to his warm, firm body.

  “What’s on your mind?” he whispered as he tightened his arm around me. I exhaled before I answered him.

  “Monday and every day after that,” I groaned. I leaned my head back.

  “We will make it through Monday, and every day will get a little easier.” He grabbed my chin and brought my eyes to his. “I promise.”

  “I hope so,” I mumbled as he kissed the tip of my nose. He let out a slight laugh.

  It was frustrating that he found it humorous, because for me, I was worried to the core about messing it up for us. What if someone saw the way I looked at him; put two and two together and figured us out? Or just so happened to see us touch? If anything happened to him because of me, I don’t think I would ever forgive myself. Cindy has already pressed too close for comfort.

  “Wilson, you need to stop worrying. It’ll be fine.” He rolled me onto my back and pressed the side of his face against my collarbone, turning to kiss the base of my neck. His legs tangled with mine and his hand pushed my hair back from my shoulder.

  As much as I should have liked what he was doing, thoughts of Cindy wouldn’t stop hijacking my mind—her face as I told her, ‘F- you’ and left; her vindictiveness that would be boiling over with different scenarios she could create to get back at me. I slid off the bed and stood looking at him. I tucked my hands in front of me, covering my bare chest.

  “I should tell Cindy I’m sorry.” The words sped from my mouth.

  “What? Why?” He sat up, reaching for my arm.

  “I said the F-word to her face and stormed out. She wouldn’t stop pushing me about liking you. I know it was wrong, but I just couldn’t take her crap anymore.” I paced back and forth along the length of the bed. He stopped me. His arms wrapped tight around me and he pressed my head to his chest, wedging it under his chin.

  “I won’t let her hurt you, Wilson. Don’t let her ruin our night. Okay?” He jockeyed his head, catching my eyes. “Okay?” he asked again.

  “Okay,” I answered. I shivered as goose bumps rippled up my arms.

  “Good. You cold?” He rubbed his hands across my arms and up my shoulders.

  “Yeah, a bit.” He snatched a shirt from on top of his dresser and snapped it to unfold.

  “Here.” He pulled it over my head, sliding it down over my chest and across my stomach.

  I loved it when he took care of me. There was something magical about it and it made my butterflies awaken. His long sleeves clung coolly to my skin. I pulled the neck of his shirt up to my face, inhaling as deeply as I could through my nose. I couldn’t get enough of his aroma. His pheromones mixed with his scent caused me to quiver deeply. He noticed and teased me, wrapping his hands over mine and pressing his nose to my chest below the bend of my neck.

  “You smell so much better than me,” he said against my skin, inhaling again. I didn’t agree. Instead I broke my hands free and lost them in his hair, pulling him up to my lips. His hands pushed against my back. He was still shirtless so I pressed my fingertips hard against his naked, hot skin.

  He pulled his lips from mine. “I’d have to argue that point,” I said.

  “Wilson, you can argue till you’re blue in the face. Your scent is so tempting, there is no way I could smell as good as you.” He was confident.

  “Well, how do you know?” I tried to hold back a smile, causing my eyes to narrow and my cheeks to burn red.

  “Trust me, I know.” He snickered and snuck a small kiss.

  “What were you like when you were in high school?” I asked before he came in for another kiss.

  “I was shorter and completely immature, probably because I was seventeen when I graduated,” he snapped back quickly with a smirk.

  “Hey, now. I bet you were a total book nerd. Oh wait, maybe you were a dumb jock.” I pushed him away and jumped onto his bed.

  “Oh, no you didn’t just go there with me.” He sped to the bed, jumping next to me.

  “Ah, yeah, I think I just did,” I answered him back. His shirtless muscles flexed as he grabbed my arms and pushed me down against the bed. Pressing his body on mine, he dropped his face real close.

  “I was the guy that carried girls’ books, helped the teachers set up labs, and pulled a pretty high grade point average all four years,” he answered, then smiled as he pushed harder against my body. He adjusted himself to fill the curves of our bodies before he slid down to just below my chest and rested his head on my stomach. “But that was then and this is now.” He pushed his fingers behind the waistband of my jeans. I lost my breath. Chills shot down my legs and, without hesitation, I pulled my knees up.

  “Now is good,” I told him. He pulled his hand away and lifted his head. He stared at me through furrowed brows.

  “Now is good, isn’t it?” He ran his hands up my sides and under my shirt, finding my breasts. His eyes still smoldering and constricted, he pressed his lips to my stomach.

  He knelt to the ground, his hands delicately tugging at my knees as he pushed his body between them. When I sat up, his eyes met mine. His hands brushed over my shoulders and down across my chest, then snatched the hem of my shirt. Never uttering a single word, I gave him permission to take it off. He pulled it over my head, tangling it around my hands, locking me in the fabric that once protected me.

  He drew his knee onto the bed and pressed himself against my body. The only place to go was back. With my hands locked above me, my arms fell to cover my ears. His breathing…my heart beat…our kiss… it all filled my head. His warm hands studied my body while his lips traced hot between mine. His tongue tasted the skin across my neck, working to get back to my lips. I wanted to kiss him passionately. He followed the inside of my arms up to where
my shirt arrested my hands and untangled them. Now I was free and wildly ready to touch him.

  His chest pressed hard against mine as he grabbed my wrists above my head and rolled me on top. I tickled my fingers down the insides of his arms. He wanted me—I could feel him pushing against my body as his arms wrapped urgently around my back. He worked to catch my lips as I tried to work my way down his chin and across his neck. His hands fetched either side of my face and he locked his mouth with mine before he drifted to my cheek, then my neck, and behind my ear. I had lost any of the control he willingly gave me by being on top. I pulled away from him, dragging my hands down his chest and catching the button on the waist of his jeans. I pulled on the flap, trying to release the buttons. He was breathing heavily as I kissed his stomach above his navel. His hands explored my body.

  I had never experienced someone touching my body the way he was. He knew what drove me wild, and he made every effort to accommodate. This weekend was-life altering with the things he had done to me—things I’d only heard other girls talk about. And tonight it was my turn to try and give him something before we had to go back to our limiting world.

  I unbuttoned his Levi’s and drove my fingers around his waist, pulling everything off—including his boxers. I dragged them completely off his body. His body was hard, amazing, and ready for me to explore. I stood next to the bed, staring at him; he grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him.

  “Take off your pants Wilson,” he growled at me firm and low against my hair.

  “No. I’m not going to do it. If you want them off, you’re gonna have to do it,” I teased him. I got up on my knees and tried to get off the bed. He grabbed the waist of my pants and slid his fingers around the snap. He had them unbuttoned, unzipped, and off my body just as I escaped. Standing there facing him in just my panties, I slid my hands up to my waist and wrapped my fingers around the band.

  “Stop. Leave them on.” He pushed up on his elbows, watching every move I made.

  “Really, why?” I felt a lump rise in my throat.

  “I want to take them off you,” he told me low.

  “Well, what if I told you no?” I asked barely over a whisper.

  “I’d have to respect that. Besides, there are ways around them,” his eyebrow peaked as he answered. He pulled me onto the bed. His hand slid down under my waistband and across my backside. His fingers tickled low before he pulled his hand out from my panties.

  “Yeah, well that must come from experience,” the words sped out of my mouth. Part of me was concerned that he would take it wrong. He took it exactly how I meant it.

  “That? No, that was an attempt to see what you would do. This comes from experience.” He twisted me to my back. His eyes smoldered with want. He kissed my lips, dragging his mouth across my face, down my neck and straight down to my chest. My back arched and I lost my breath. His tongue tasted my skin all the way down to my stomach. His hand pushed against my calf, up past my knee and across my thigh. I looked down at him; he watched my expression change as he slipped his hand under my panties. I lost my breath.

  His experience was perfect. What he did to me was perfect. He pulled his hand away and pressed his mouth to my upper thigh. I was quaking. He collected the waistband of my panties and this time I didn’t say anything. He slid them off down past my knees, where they tangled at my ankles before they were off my body.

  My heart pounded hard. I felt my body releasing the thrill of what he was doing. I was so ready. I couldn’t stop, change the subject, or redirect him. Not that I wanted to; but it had been my idea to please him first. I guess that had gone out the window, for now. His firm hands wrapped above my knees, pulling my body to the edge of the bed. My toes tangled with the plush, white fur area rug next to the bed, anchoring me in the moment. His body wedged between my legs. Kneeling, he brushed his fingers delicately across the outside of my legs. His lips pressed against my inner thigh, then below my navel—teasing me, making me want him to take me to the place where my body becomes one with the universe and explodes with a euphoria that is unexplainable in this world.

  He was so good, cool air rippled across me and mixed with warm. I felt him growl deep in his throat, driving me to the place I thought he had taken me before. My body understood what to do. My hands fisted in his hair; all the self-control I had was gone. Chills, goose bumps, and endorphins flooded my body making me instantly ticklish. I pushed myself away as I returned to the universe. It was as if I had run a marathon. As he pushed his chest onto mine, I felt my heart pounding faster than his, and the pressure of him was just enough to clear the chills. It was so strange—I was hot and then freezing, my body worn with the aftermath of his talent. I knew I needed to pull myself together.

  “How was that?” he asked, whispering against my ear.

  “Unbelievable,” I was out of breath. I lay back for a moment, embodying what just happened.

  My mind swirled with visions of how to go about pleasing him. I had no idea how to do it. I was a rookie, with no experience. Worse than a rookie; at least a rookie had played before. Me? I wasn’t even registering on the scale of measured experience yet. I had to let intuition guide me with what I thought he would like.

  I pushed him back, straddling his body. Catching his bottom lip between my teeth, I pulled just enough to make him whimper. His hands folded across my back and pressed my body firmly against his. I left his lips and lowered my kiss to his neck, then across his chest. His stomach was hard as I kissed each muscle of his six-pack. His moans and growls pulled at me; he was exciting me again—seeing him naked, kissing his skin. I took a deep breath and followed the trail down to him. My head overflowed with ways to start. Do I tickle across his waist first? Do I just start and hope he likes it? I didn’t know what to do so I just took a chance and wrapped my hand delicately around him, low. I watched his face as he smiled and his eyes rolled back. Natural instinct pushed me past the fear of my inexperience. I closed my eyes and he caught his breath. Groans of pleasure rose from his body. I let air swirl around him; he went wild. He grabbed at my body catching my arms before he clutched the covers of the bed.

  I felt complete power with what I was doing. If I stopped, he would do anything to get me to start again. If I kept going, he would do anything to get me to do it again. I’ve always aspired to be in control of situations; this instance was no different.

  His hand pushed the hair back from my face.

  “Wilson...” His head rolled back and forth.

  I didn’t know what to do. I really didn’t think about what happens to me when he reaches his euphoric state. I watched his body shake. His muscles throughout his body flexed tight then loosened. He growled and panted deep bellowing moans, pulling me down against him and kissing me across my neck.

  “Well I guess I wasn’t too bad then, huh?” I laughed. It was more than a nervous reaction. I didn’t know how to do what I did and I was a little intimidated by his experience. But I have to say, it felt damn good to make him shiver like that.

  “No, it was good, really good,” he laughed with me. His arms tightened around me. We were in the moment.

  “Really? Because you know, I’ve never done that before.” I didn’t make eye contact. He pulled at my chin making me look at him.

  “I know. You drove me wild, I couldn’t hold back. Look at me.” He pushed his arm out into the air. Naked and cold, I burrowed into the covers of the bed.

  “Hey now, wait for me.” He pulled the covers loose from his side and slid next to me.

  Our exposed bodies against each other warmed to a nice, comfortable temperature under the down comforter. He pressed against my back, fitting perfectly around me—his arm, protective across my waist. Our hands coupled, locking our fingers together.

  “What time is it?” I hated asking him.

  “It’s nine-thirty,” he whispered.

  The last thing I wanted to think about was time. I wish we could freeze the night in a capsule and live there for as long
as we wanted. But La-La Land had enough girls trying to get a ticket in. I had to be realistic and figure out how to maximize every moment we had left tonight. That made it so difficult. It wasn’t like we could spend endless hours together, the way girls around me got to do with their boyfriends. Ours was a forbidden love that had to be handled just the right way.

  “We have about an hour before I have to get back,” I told him. He already knew.

  Dorm curfew for juniors and seniors was 10:30 p.m. with lights out at 11:00. It was better than the freshman and sophomores who had curfew at 9:30 and lights out at 10:00. That extra hour was invaluable. However, tonight it gave me the time I wanted…and stole it from me all in the same moment. I pushed the blanket back off my legs and got up.

  “Where ya going?” He reached across but didn’t catch me.

  “Just getting dressed.” I wanted him to pay attention to what I had to say, and if I talked to him half-naked he wouldn’t be able to focus. I scooped up my panties and pulled them on. My jeans were bunched up on the floor; I shook them to release the legs and wiggled into them.

  “Here, let me help you.” He sauntered toward me. His fingers caught the front of my pants. Pulling at the button, he snapped it tight below my navel. His hair blocked his expression. His fingers still behind my waistband, he slid them around to the small of my back. I shivered.

  “Max,” I whispered slowly through my exhaled breath.

  “Shhh. Don’t say it.” The muscles in his jaw constricted, his brows converged above his narrow, pained eyes as he raised his head. He brought his forehead to rest on mine. “I know how hard it is going to be—being in a room with you, not able to hold you and kiss you, or talk freely with you,” his voice was low; his breath smelled sweet, like Jolly Ranchers swirled in Ghirardelli chocolate. His hands clung to my back, pressing me close to him.