Wes and Toren (37 page)

We remained as we were, locked in the closest union, savoring the tingling dissipation of orgasm in our bodies. Wesley ran a hand through my hair to the back of my neck, around my ear and then followed my jawline until he cupped my florid cheek in his palm. He looked long into my eyes and a small smile turned his lips.

“I love you,” he said quietly, plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I love you too,” I answered with a shy smile that made my chest burn with indescribable happiness.

“Tor, kiss me,” he murmured, still touching my cheek.

I leaned close and kissed him lightly, barely touching our lips.

Another kiss and then a third before our tongues met lasciviously in a long, deep kiss that made my toes tingle. I felt a stirring below me and pulled away from his alluring lips.

“Again? Already?” I asked with a smirk. I was partly surprised and impressed, but mostly turned on.

Wesley looked me over with lustful eyes and rubbed his hands up and down my thighs. “I’ve had to wait two weeks. Do you really need to ask?”

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WESLEY sat on the sofa watching TV with his feet up on the coffee table. I sneaked up behind him and blew lightly in his ear. He batted his hand at the sensation and I giggled, giving up my presence.

“Mornin’,” he said, looking up at me.

“Morning, my ass. It’s past noon,” I answered, leaning to kiss him upside-down. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You were sleeping so good. Besides, I just got up too,” he said, crossing his ankles.

I leaned my elbows down on the back of the sofa and stared at Wesley’s profile. He really was handsome, even with his hair pointing in every direction (and not on purpose). “Anything you wanna tell me?” I mused aloud with a smirk on my lips.

“Can’t think of anything,” Wesley said, scratching his head.

“Happy Monday?”

“Anything else?” I asked, bouncing my knees into the back of the sofa.

“Hmm. It snowed a little last night,” he said, suppressing a grin. He glanced back at me and smiled, showing his teeth. “I’ll say it if you kiss me.” I leaned down and pecked his cheek, his stubble tickling my lips.

Wesley looked at me with a frown, and then grasped the back of my neck with his large hand. “Happy birthday, Tor,” he said and kissed me Wes & Toren

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ravenously. He let go of my lips and then my neck, and sat up straight on the sofa. “Want some breakfast?”

“No!” I shouted, lifting my hands over my head. “Presents! I want my present!”

Wesley laughed like he was choking and then nodded. “All right, all right. Man, you and Alycia really are related,” he said, standing up.

He went to the closet by the front door and pulled down a small box wrapped in balloon paper from the top shelf. An envelope was taped to the top and had my name written on it in Wesley’s distinctive print.

“Happy birthday,” he said and handed it to me.

I flopped down on the sofa and ripped the paper off a DVD

collection of Bruce Lee movies. I smiled happily and appreciatively as I leaned over and kissed Wesley. “Thank you! I love it! Let’s watch ’em now!” I said eagerly.

“What about the card?” Wesley asked, accepting my kiss while picking up the envelope from the floor and pulling it from the wrapping paper.

I blushed lightly and opened the business-size envelope. I pulled out a sheet of cardstock cut to the size of the envelope and smiled at the bright colors and the clip art of a bouquet of balloons, a birthday cake, and even a clown. In the upper-left corner “One Day Only!” was printed in yellow and red ink. “Birthday Coupon: I will do anything you say on Monday, January 25th” was printed in the center and at the bottom in a smaller font: “Excludes windows and laundry. Other restrictions may apply. See issuer for details.”

I looked up at Wesley, on the verge of tears, because this birthday coupon was so ridiculously cute. Just the fact that he took the time to make up this cheesy yet adorable card was so sickeningly sweet that I hugged him so tight I could feel his ribs.

“It—it’s so cute!” I finally managed to say, nearly squealing.

Wesley recognized my excitement for what it was and blushed. I never thought it was in his disposition to do something this sappy and it made him all the cuter. “I love it! Thank you,” I cooed, hugging him again and planting kisses on his lips, which only embarrassed him more.

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“So, um, you want breakfast?” he asked, standing up with flushed cheeks.

I looked up at him and fluttered the coupon against my lips. “No, not right now,” I said, glancing up and down his figure. “I want something better.” I held up the coupon and smiled lasciviously. “Strip.”

Wesley’s eyes widened and a smile turned the corner of his mouth.

He looked me over and nodded, then walked to the middle of the living room. He gathered up his shirt at the waist and pulled it over his head and off his arms. My pulse sped up and my body began to warm outward from the pit of my stomach. He dropped his shirt on the floor and began to unbutton his pants. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him unzip and lower his jeans to the floor. He was wearing black boxer-briefs and I gasped at the sight of his stomach and the sparse trail of hairs that disappeared beneath his underwear. He was hard and stretching the cotton fabric to its limit and he pushed his thumbs down into the elastic waistband.

“Wait,” I murmured with glassy, lustful eyes. Wesley looked at me and grinned. “I want you to kiss me.”

He stepped over his shirt and blue jeans and bent over me with his hand on the back of the couch. He touched my lips and leaned down, kissing me softly and sweetly. I closed my eyes and felt Wesley’s hand drop to my neck and then my chest. His hand glided lightly over my lap and I twitched from the delicate sensation. Wesley pulled his hand and his lips away.

“Anything else you want me to do?” he asked with a smirk.

In a state of dazed arousal, I could only nod. Wesley took my hand and led me to the bedroom when I realized I still had the coupon in my hand. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tapped the top of his head with the cardstock.

“I didn’t really need this, did I?” I asked smugly. Wesley chuckled and shook his head. “That’s all right, because I’m probably gonna need it later,” I said, setting the coupon down on the bedside table.

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WE spent the majority of the day in bed and on the sofa. Dad called for his annual “happy birthday” conversation and I talked to him for longer than any previous call. Wesley made dinner, grilling hamburgers and making macaroni and cheese. I skipped school and seduced him back to bed around 7:00.

“There’s something I have to tell you, but I’m not sure if you’re gonna be happy about it or pissed off,” I prefaced, staring at the ceiling. I was holding Wesley in my arms and tousling his hair with my fingers.

“That’s an interesting way to start a conversation,” Wesley said, pushing the back of his head into my shoulder to look up at me.

“Yeah, well….” I hesitated, looking back up to the ceiling. “I got an e-mail from your brother the other day.”

“Oh yeah? What’d he have to say?”

“It was about the wedding,” I answered, feeling Wesley’s body get tense against mine.

“Heh, I should’ve known,” Wesley said in a derisive tone.

I expected this reaction. We had argued about the wedding situation since the beginning of the year. He sounded like a broken record: “If you’re not going, I’m not going.” He was just being stubborn.

Scott wanted Wesley to be his best man and without him, Scott wouldn’t have one. They were both stubborn.

“So what’d he have to say this time?” Wesley asked, brushing his fingertips along my forearm.

“He sent a confirmation for plane tickets and booked and paid for a hotel from Thursday to Monday,” I said, nervously awaiting his reaction.

“He what?” Wesley said, rolling onto his stomach. “Why the hell did he…? That moron!” he stuttered, thumping his forehead with the butt of his hand. “He knows! I’ve told him!” he shouted, slamming his fist into the pillow. “That idiot. If he wants to waste his money, that’s fine, but….”

“You’re not listening,” I interjected firmly, after allowing him to rant a moment. “I said plane tickets, plural. One for you and one for me,”

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I explained calmly, sitting up and pulling the sheet over my lap. Wesley looked at me blankly and blinked his eyes. “Scott wants you to be there.

He wants us to be there; no matter what your parents think. You’re his best man, Wesley. You have to go.”

He mulled this over in his mind and then looked at me with serious eyes. “So, you’re going?”

“Only if you are.”

“Damn it. This means I have to take more time off work,” he muttered, flopping onto the bed. “Gus’s gonna kill me.”

I leaned down on Wesley’s back, brushing my cheek against his shoulder blade. His muscles flexed and his body was warm. I hugged him tightly and kissed the back of his neck.

“Gus already knows about the wedding, right? So I’m sure he already knew you would need time off. Just talk to him tomorrow. It’ll work out,” I said, sliding my hand down his back and beneath the sheet. I fondled his backside and he glanced at me over his shoulder.

“You sure are persuasive,” he said, sitting up and pinning me down on the bed. He kissed me deeply, moving his hands over my torso. “Will you turn around for me?” he asked in a husky voice.

I licked his lips before crawling onto my hands and knees. The sheet slipped down and uncovered my bare ass to Wesley’s delight. He pressed and fondled my flesh lovingly, cherishingly, and I begged him to touch me. His hands drove me wild because I felt his strength in his palms and fingertips. He pushed his way in, rocking me to and fro with his thrusts. A fever spread through me and I moaned in pleasure, echoing his lusty murmurs. He pumped my backside until I came, gushing in exhilarated bliss, and exploded moments later.

The bed was warm and the room was quiet except for our gasps. I lay down in the white mess, careless of the stickiness, and sighed delightedly. It was almost eight o’clock, just about the time that break would be over if I had gone to class. I smiled devilishly; there was something fun about having sex when I knew I should be doing something else. The salacious demon in me was getting louder and more Wes & Toren

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demanding and since I trusted Wesley with my life, I tried to satisfy the lascivious, little monster.

“Can I tie you up?” I whispered almost inaudibly, feeling my cheeks burn with the quiet question.

“What’d you just say?” Wesley asked, turning to his side and making the bed squeak.

“N-nothing,” I stuttered, surprised that he heard me. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, you did! You just asked if you could tie me up,” he answered, sitting up to look at my face.

“No…no, I didn’t,” I murmured, my entire body blushing. I covered my face with my hands and turned my head further to the side.

“Yes, you did! I heard you!” He grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face, then grinned and leaned close. “If you want to, I’ll let you.” I bit my lip and found the courage to look into his eyes.

He smiled as if he knew a secret then looked around the room. “But we don’t have any rope or anything we can use.”

“We…we can probably use long-sleeved shirts,” I suggested, sitting up and looking down in my lap. The mere conversation was making me hard.

Wesley stared at me a moment with searching eyes. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” he asked with a smirk.

I blushed deeply, and then hopped out of bed. All I had to say was

“Yes, I think about it a lot,” but I was too embarrassed. Yet, I could stand stark naked in front of him with cum smeared across my stomach and dripping down my inner thighs.

I rummaged through the hamper and found two long-sleeved shirts.

Wesley asked for one and we tied one sleeve of each shirt to the bed frame. Then Wesley jumped on the bed and stretched his arms out. I hesitated and looked at his face. It felt like we were at a precipice of perviness and ready to jump.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked.

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“Oh yeah, I’m sure,” he answered with a grin and nodded down at his erection.

I climbed on the bed, tied one sleeve around his right wrist, and asked if it was too tight. Wesley shook his head and I crawled over him and bound his left wrist with the other shirt sleeve. Then I straddled his stomach and looked at him. With his arms stretched to the corners of the bed, he was completely under my control, vulnerable to my every whim.

I sucked in air sharply and bit my bottom lip. The cup that held my desire was overflowing.

I leaned down and kissed him savagely, gliding my hands down his muscular arms. I was strangely aware of the absence of his touch, but it seemed to excite me even more. I left his mouth and kissed his neck, Adam’s apple, and collarbones while my hands roamed freely across his bare torso. I laved his nipples with my pierced tongue, sucking and nibbling, feeling Wesley’s eyes watching me closely. I got up on all fours and moved backward, allowing my lips and tongue to rediscover every inch of his warm, perspiring body. Down to his calves and ankles, I caressed and rubbed, then moved back up again. He was oozing pre-cum and I slid my fingers over his stiff shaft and sucked on the two low-hanging appendages. I glanced up at Wesley’s face and his expression was the sexiest I’d ever seen. Bringing my lips to his favorite spot, I licked the tip and brushed my fingers along the flesh of his inner thighs.