His Temptation (18+)

Chapter 17: The Art of Fellatio

After a long week of digesting the information that his girlfriend had been sexually abused by her own father, Wyatt was beginning to come around in his attitude toward Frankie. She had noticed a shift in his personality and was occasionally concerned but she brushed it off when his behavior became more typical of him.

Wyatt had told his mother and father about what he had found out, adding to the list of charges they planned to take to the police. He asked them to hold off just a little longer to prepare Frankie for the news that she needed to file a report. She was missing her father more and more with every passing day and he knew that going to the police against him would be difficult for her.

Every day, Frankie stayed after school to attend Wyatt's basketball practices and they would spend every second together into the evening. The only time they weren't alone was when Nolan would come over to finish their project or when they were all hanging out with Maddie and Kelly.

Every night, Frankie would sneak down the hallway to Wyatt's room and sleep in his bed with him. The more she did it, the more she became comfortable with his body and it came to be a major assistance in helping her fall asleep. She would use his warm, bare chest as a pillow and his steady heartbeat would lull her to sleep. His arms around her made Frankie feel safe and waking up beside him became routine.

"Wyatt," Frankie whispered as she nudged her boyfriend. "Wyatt, wake up."

She began to shake Wyatt awake in order to get ready for school. He opened his eyes and gave her a dirty look but softened his expression upon seeing it was Frankie.

"What time is it?" He asked in a groggy voice. He yawned and reached around the bed for his phone.

Frankie climbed out and brushed through her hair with her fingers, trying to look her best for Wyatt. After a large stretch with her fingers intertwined in the air and a yawn that went along with it, she watched Wyatt get out of bed.

The moment he stood up in the morning, Frankie's eyes would be immediately drawn to his body. This morning was no different, although she had caught a glimpse of something she hadn't expected. A large bulge had formed in his sweatpants and Frankie didn't know why but she could not avert her eyes.

Wyatt followed Frankie's line of vision and smirked to himself as he realized he had grown hard in the night. The innocent look of surprise across Frankie's face made him burst out laughing as he could tell she was trying to look away but couldn't.

"Francesca, it's rude to stare," he scolded her playfully.

She brought her wide eyes to Wyatt's face and shook her head.

"I wasn't staring!" She shouted quickly.

Wyatt stuck his hand in his pants and readjusted himself, wondering if Frankie would be interested in trying to go further than they had before.

"You know..." he said smugly. "Now that I'm your boyfriend, you can have access to all of this whenever you want."

He smiled proudly as he gestured down his body. Frankie smiled at Wyatt's bold display and shook her head sheepishly.

"I'm just saying, whenever you're ready," he shrugged and he swiped a towel from on top of his dresser and headed into the bathroom.

In the late afternoon, Frankie was standing near the boys locker room. She had stayed for Wyatt's last basketball practice of the week and was waiting for him to get out of the shower. She could hear the guys chatting inside but wasn't paying attention until she heard her own name mentioned.