Wes and Toren (36 page)

My throbbing erection was pleading with me and I felt my desire stirring in my stomach, my fingers, even the tips of my toes. Wesley stared seductively at me, licking his upper lip, while he kneaded the head of his cock in his palm. I watched with moist lips, mesmerized by his fingers in action, molesting his perfectly shaped organ. I had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in my entire life. My resolve evaporated and I sat down on the bed, unzipping my pants and exposing myself to Wesley’s sparkling gaze. He reached forward, but I batted his hand away. If he touched me, there was no way I could resist the urge to fully impale myself on his rigid cock and have my way with him despite the injury it might cause him. No, we had to do it alone, together. I vigorously pumped my fist up and down, closing my eyes to the overwhelming sensation taking over my body. But I couldn’t keep them shut long; I had to watch Wesley. I had to see his expression change from pleasure to climax, to see the way he handled himself, palming the tip and lubing the shaft with pre-cum while his other hand played with his balls. My own climax was near and I squirmed and bucked my hips in rhythm with my hand, fighting the aching desire to slip a finger inside my warm ring of muscle. I felt Wesley’s eyes on me and the shame normally associated with masturbation only seemed to heighten my arriving orgasm. I exploded in a globular arch that landed in a sticky puddle on the bed and Wesley climaxed soon after, sitting up and aiming for the same spot. I heaved in air like I had just run a marathon and watched misty-eyed as Wesley drew a finger through the two small pools, mixing our semen together.

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“I think that was the most erotic thing we’ve ever done,” Wesley panted in satisfaction, with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly, my grip finally loosening. I was hot all over and more in the mood now than I was ten minutes ago.

“You’re still hard,” Wesley said, directing his gaze into my lap with a half-smile on his face.

“So are you,” I answered, glancing down at him and then looking away quickly, trying to stifle the enormous desire within me.

Wesley pushed the covers away and leaned back. He held his stiff prick in his hand and smiled in a come-hither manner. “Hop on,” he said with a sweet, yet coarse voice. It was the tone of voice he used to turn me on, a throaty alto that was deep and animalistic.

I shook my head although I was unconvinced. I wanted it so badly that it felt like my blood was boiling, but I had to keep my wits; Wesley’s health was more important than immediate gratification. “No,”

I said at length, shaking my head.

Wesley sat up and touched my face. “C’mon, babe. I know you want it, you know I want it, and besides, it’s not like I’m gonna break.”

I fixed my eyes with Wesley’s, very nearly giving in, when I steeled my resolve and shook my head again. “No.” I had to be direct and decisive or I would get lost in the fog of my passion. I leaned close, holding his stare, and spoke in a deeper voice. “Look, you
belong
to me, which means
this
belongs to me,” I said, flicking the head of his cock with the tip of my finger. “And if you do anything to make me wait any longer than I absolutely have to, I’ll never forgive you.”

Wesley stared at me with wide eyes and his cheeks were tinted a little red. He let the weight of the words sink in and then he leaped forward, grasping me firmly in one hand while his other hand slipped around my waist.

“Oh man, now we gotta do it,” he blurted out desperately, curving his hand around my backside and searching for the hole with his middle finger.

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“Wesley, no!” I shouted, battling my fevered sensations, Wesley’s moist lips, and his hot fingers. “Stop it! I said, no!” His passion ebbed at the forcefulness of my voice and he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.

“I’ll just suck you off, okay?”

“But…but what about you? It’s not fair if only I get off. You need it too,” he answered blatantly.

He was right. Of course, he was right; I did need it. Looking up at him, his eyes hovering above my face, I caressed his cheek and let out a little sigh. “All right, but no penetration.”

Wesley kissed me and I ravenously kissed him back. He rolled off me and onto his back. I turned and crawled on top of him, my knees on either side of his head. He didn’t wait for me to get situated before he lifted his head to lick the oozing pre-cum. He slid one hand around my backside and forced his finger inside. I reacted so thoroughly to his salacious invasion that a desperate moan echoed against the bedroom walls. My legs trembled and nearly gave out before I could even lower my mouth enough to his eager shaft. I panted and rolled to my side.

“Can’t…can’t do it that way. My legs feel weak,” I breathed, hearing Wesley chuckle with delight.

On our sides, with each other’s thighs nestled around our heads, we sucked and touched and caressed and stroked and slurped in agonizing bliss that ended all too soon. We lay prone for a while, filtering the scent of sex, sweat, and semen though our wide-awake senses. I touched my sticky lips, still aching for more, my backside disappointed with the limited thrill of Wesley’s finger. But I made up my mind. I rolled to my back and twisted around, lying beside Wesley and his cute grin.

“No more. Not ’til Monday when the doctor says you’re okay,” I declared boldly, hoping my body would live up to my celibate decree.

“What? But that’s three days away!” Wesley complained, staring at the ceiling.

“I know, but you can do it. Because, if we don’t, I might break you in the meantime,” I said honestly.

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“That might not be so bad,” he said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at me.

“No, three days is nothing compared to another two weeks—or longer,” I said, sitting up and looking around the room with glassy eyes.

It was gonna be a rough three days, but we had to persevere. Just three more days.

AND it was the longest three days of my life.

I drove Wesley to his appointment on Monday morning at 11:00. I sat in the waiting room and flipped through an old
Newsweek
. Wesley finally appeared after a long twenty minutes. I set the magazine down and Wesley was smiling broadly.

“I’m A-OK. Everything’s in the right place and working as it should be,” he said cheerfully, chuckling softly at my loud sigh of relief.

“Let’s go. Gimme the keys,” he added, patting my back.

I happily, yet regretfully, handed over his keys. I had gotten used to having the car and I was sad to go back to walking and riding the bus, but it was all well worth it.

Wesley turned over the engine and backed out of the parking spot.

“Ah, I missed driving,” he sighed nostalgically, as if it had been years since he was behind the wheel.

I gazed at the rolling scenery then turned to Wesley with a happy expression. “Do you wanna go out for lunch? In celebration?” I asked and then touched my lips in thought. “Or we could swing by the store and get something really good for dinner?”

Wesley glanced at me sideways with a puzzled expression I couldn’t figure out. He looked back at the road. “Maybe later,” he said, chewing on his thumbnail.

“Why? Since we’re out, we might as well stop….”

“We can’t right now. There are things I have to do first,” he said, looking at me with a grin.

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“What?” I asked, innocently walking into his trap, though I should’ve known better by now.

“Like take you home and fuck you up, down, and sideways,” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I blushed to the tips of my ears, but nodded with a smile. My passion briefly ebbed in the anticipation of a healthy checkup, but now it was back with a vengeance. There was no more waiting or holding back anymore. Suddenly, Wesley couldn’t drive fast enough.

Barely inside the front door, Wesley turned and pulled me into his arms. He slammed the door shut and pulled my coat off. He kissed me as he took off his own jacket and let it drop to the floor.

“Wait. Wait,” I murmured, reluctantly pulling away from his warm lips. Wesley looked at me with a “now what?” expression and I smiled and patted his cold cheek. “I have to go to the bathroom. So just go to the bedroom and wait for me.”

I used the bathroom and zipped up my blue jeans, but left the button undone. What was the point? I washed my hands and glanced in the mirror. My cheeks were still red from the blustery cold outside.

I was expecting Wesley to be completely naked in some embarrassing, sexy pose, but when I stepped in the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, with his elbows resting on his knees and his fingertips touching. He looked up at me and I felt a shock of shyness overwhelm me. He was really handsome: brown eyes in a strong face, dark glossy hair, and supple pink lips. I swallowed hard, overcome with a sudden nervousness, like it was our first time all over again.

“C’mere,” Wesley said in a deep, throaty tone and already I felt myself react to the sound of his voice.

I walked over to him and he slid his hands around my back, pulling me closer and leaning his head against my stomach. I looked down and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled. He pressed his hands against the small of my back. “You don’t know how hard it was, not to touch you when you were lying right next to me.”

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I lifted his head in my hands and looked into his deep eyes. I kissed him lightly and smiled. “I do know how hard it was,” I answered, kissing him softly again. “I missed you too. So don’t make me wait anymore.”

I kissed him deeply, sliding my hand around to the back of his head. He returned my eager kiss and gripped the back of my shirt in his large, strong hands. It had only been two weeks but it felt like so much longer. He excited me like no one else and I could feel his pulse through my entire body. He inched back on the bed and pulled me down to straddle his thighs. Our lips never parted and his cool, hard hands warmed my skin and everywhere he touched me felt like a flame was lit.

He lifted my shirt over my head and looked down at my chest and erect nipples. He circled the firm buds with his fingertips and I brought his mouth back to my lips while grinding my hips against his.

We kissed like we were starved for it. He kept one hand on my chest and smoothed his other hand between my shoulder blades as I unzipped his pants and rummaged around like a kid looking for the prize in a box of cereal. Wesley followed my cue and lowered my jeans enough to get his hand inside. I wriggled on his lap with the sensation of his touch and Wesley pulled away from my kiss long enough to grin at me. He glanced down and took me in his hand and then scooted closer.

He stroked both of us in one large hand and I joined my hand in the mutual masturbation, turned on beyond expression. I licked and nibbled his lips while rocking my hips against our moving hands and Wesley firmly grasped my backside in his free hand.

I came quickly and Wesley followed within seconds. I gasped for breath, resting my forehead against Wesley’s and kissing him intermittently. We rested long enough to catch our breath and then kissed long again, like lovers parted for years.

“Take off your shirt,” I said quietly, gazing down at his chest. He obeyed silently, smirking, knowing my fascination with his chest and the way he took off his shirt. I watched slack-jawed as he pulled his shirt over his head, then off his arms, and he chuckled at my gaping stare. I didn’t know why, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“You ready?” he asked, noticing the erection that he was fully responsible for.

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I nodded and stepped off the bed. I let my jeans drop to the floor while Wesley pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside. He got up on his knees and stretched his hand out to my face. His fingers were hot on my cheeks and I turned my head, drawing two fingers into my mouth and sucking on them. He pulled his hand back and replaced it with a warm kiss, pulling me down on the bed.

“Wait. Wait. We have to take it slow, so you don’t hurt yourself,” I said, looking down at his stomach and the four small cuts. The one by his belly button had bruised, but the others only had scabs over the incisions.

I crawled over him and straddled his thighs, pushing him back on the bed.

Wesley gazed at me with glassy eyes, pushing his hand under the hem of my shirt, and I reached to the nightstand for the tube of lotion.

“Get me ready,” I said, pressing the tube in his hand. I raised my hips and Wesley flipped the top and squeezed some of the lube over his fingers. “Better use more than usual since it’s been a while,” I said, leaning over him to part my legs more. Wesley took that as an invitation and kissed me wantonly as he pushed his hand between my thighs and circled the ring with his greased finger. My entire body tensed and I tried not to rock against his fingers. As much I preferred the real thing over being fingered, it was enough to almost make me cum and I had to concentrate to keep that from happening. I kissed Wesley and then leaned back, easing myself down slowly and with a little discomfort. I squeezed my eyes shut and my legs trembled as I impaled myself.

Wesley kept one hand behind me, bracing me as I brought my backside down on him until I felt his balls. He slipped his hand to the front and grasped onto me and I moved up and down in rhythm with his slow strokes. I gasped for breath as I began to thrust my hips in earnest and I glimpsed Wesley’s wild, sexy face in the throes of passion. I bit my lip hard, drawing a small amount of blood, and the metallic taste on my tongue aroused me even more.

“Oh God, Wesley!” I cried, pressing my hands down on his chest for leverage as I bounced on his lap.

Wesley grunted feverishly and looked in my eyes as he shot into me like a volcano, and seconds later, I climaxed in his hand with a cry Wes & Toren

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and a whimper. I settled my body down against Wesley’s, gasping and panting, and holding my breath long enough to give him a short kiss.