“Turn around,” he said, his breath hitched. He pulled away from me long enough to shut the movie off and then direct us into a new position. “Suck me at the same time.”
We moved into a sixty-nine position with only the sound of the mattress and our labored breath. I was on the top, my body feeling utterly heavy from weed and fear as I moved over him. I’d liked sucking his d**k, but this was something different, intense. This felt more like s*x, though I knew we’d technically had s*x before. The way our bodies aligned, mouth and c**k, mouth and c**k, felt so proverbial, so universal, and so total that I almost couldn’t get my mind around it.
I am f*****g Kyle, I thought. And Kyle is f*****g me.
The pleasure was so intense, however, that my nerves were forgotten. He sucked me until I came
