Wes and Toren (10 page)

“Wait! What are you doing?” I shouted, panicking. I wasn’t ready yet. His fingers became bolder, but it was his tongue that surprised me.

“Stop! Wait a minute!”

I had never felt anything like it. His tongue was lapping and curling and it felt…incredible.

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“Still want me to stop?”

“No!” I whimpered, surprised by the plea in my voice.

“Good boy,” he whispered before delving back into his task.

I came even quicker, gripping the sheets in my tight fists and moaning louder than I ever had before. I collapsed into the bed, all my energy expended in delirious ecstasy.

“You really liked that,” Wesley said, tickling the small of my back with his fingertips.

I could feel his warm breath, tinted with tobacco against my neck.

He was so handsome and…manly, yet so gentle and kind with me. I loved the way he made me feel.

“What’s that loopy grin for?” he asked, brushing my hair from my eyes. I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and my stomach tightened. I wondered why he was with me.

“Wesley, do you…really like me so much? I mean, you’re nice and good-looking; you can have anyone you want. I guess I’m just wondering why you settled for me.”

Wesley’s eyes grew big and he shook his head. “You think I settled for you? You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t settle for you; you were the one I wanted all along. I wonder why you settled for me?”

I looked at him blankly.

“Look, I may be cute, but that’s about all I got going for me. But you, you’re cute and smart. You’re going places. I’ll be lucky if you let me tag along.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing down. “You’ve been leading me all along.” I rolled over and rested the back of my hand on my forehead. I would follow him anywhere.

“Now what’s with the grin?”

I laughed softly and looked into his eyes. “Nothing. You just make me really happy.”

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Wesley climbed on top of me and smiled wickedly. “Well, if I make you happy, how about I make you feel good too?” he said, planting kisses on my neck and collarbones.

“Wait. Hold on a sec. I want…I want both of us…to feel good,” I whispered, blushing to my ears. Wesley stopped kissing and licking me and looked into my eyes for a long moment.

“For real? Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I answered timidly. Wesley stared at me and a devious smile spread across his face.

“Well, all right! Bring that sweet ass over here!” he shouted, grabbing hold of me and flipping me onto my stomach.

“Wait! Wait a second!” I shouted, floundering beneath him.

Wesley stopped, still straddling my legs, and looked at me. “Hang on; I’ll be right back,” he said quickly and jumped off the bed.

“What? Wait! Where are you going?” I asked as he ran out of the room. I sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over my lap. Where did he go?

A few moments later, he returned with a brown paper bag in his hand.

“What’s wrong? Where’d you go?” Then I looked at the brown bag.

“What’s that?”

He took a small tube from the bag and tossed it onto the bed. “It’s lubricant. Like lotion, so it won’t hurt as much,” he said nonchalantly.

“Where did you get it?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

“I, uh, I’ve had it for a while now. You know, just in case you were ever in the mood,” he answered, scratching the back of his head with a silly grin on his face.

“Oh, gee, thanks for the premeditation,” I said, crossing my arms and looking to my side. Wesley laughed and I looked at the tube next to me. He pulled off his shirt and I looked up at him. The expression on his face was indescribable: elated, but also serious. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his blue jeans and boxers. I guess I had forgotten his actual size and I blushed at the sight of him. This was gonna hurt.

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Wesley crawled onto the bed and picked up the tube. Silently, he massaged my body and placed tender kisses on my lips and neck. He rolled me onto my side and kissed me again before turning me onto my stomach. He straddled my legs and squeezed an ample amount of lotion onto his fingers. He leaned down and nibbled my ear. “I’m gonna get you used to it first, so it’ll only be my fingers,” he whispered and sat back on his heels.

I was trembling with nervousness as Wesley pulled my backside toward him, bringing me up on my knees. He gently frigged me with one hand while slowly pushing his fingers inside. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth; it didn’t hurt but it felt weird. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers and leaned down on top of me again.

“Are you ready, Toren? I’ll go real slow, but if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop,” he said, kissing my cheek and then the nape of my neck. He traced the contours of my back with his tongue and then I felt the first of him.

He held steady, listening closely to my breathing. After I took a deep breath, he pressed further into me and I moaned with an edge of pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, choking on a sob in my throat. Wesley continued and I let out a stifled cry. He hesitated and waited patiently and sympathetically for me. “Keep…keep going,” I panted, gripping the sheet in my hands and burying my face in the pillow.

I felt him swell within me and he pressed on, slowly pushing his way deep inside. When he was fully within me, he stopped, holding still.

“Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”

“Ahh…” I moaned, unable to form coherent words. The pain was ebbing and with the slightest movement, an unimaginable pleasure rippled through my entire body. He moved slowly and I found myself pushing back in gentle rhythm. He rubbed my back with one hand while he held my arousal in his other. His motions grew stronger and I balled my hands into fists. Tears collected in my eyes and I moaned with a voice I didn’t know I had. Wesley’s hand slipped away and he grasped Wes & Toren

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my hips, pulling me closer. I felt him in every inch of my body. Wesley moaned softly and I loved the sound of his voice.

“Wes-Wesley! I’m…!”

“Me too,” he grunted, his voice low, labored, and sexy.

Wesley collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and kissing my neck. He was still inside me and I fought the urge to tell him that I was in love with him.

“Sorry I came inside,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned to the side and saw his handsome face from the corner of my eye. He reached out his hand and laced his fingers with mine.

“It’s okay…. I wanted you to.”

Wesley rolled to his side and took my face in his hands. He kissed my lips tenderly and I felt like I was melting. I slid my fingers behind his head and pulled him closer, but after making love, it didn’t seem nearly close enough.

I WOKE to a beam of sunlight across my eyes. Wesley slept next to me with his head on my arm and his hand resting on my stomach. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Memories of the night rushed to the front of my mind and I blushed looking at Wesley’s smooth body thinly veiled by the bed sheet.

My arm was tired, and I tried not to move, but my body betrayed me and I twitched, stirring Wesley to consciousness. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Morning,” he whispered, blinking his eyes twice.

He lifted himself to his elbow and kissed me simply. He moved his hand over my chest and stomach, lightly and slowly. He acted like waking up next to me was the most natural thing in the world.

“What time is it?” he asked, looking around the room. Our clothes were scattered on the floor. The tube of lotion was on the nightstand next to a glass of water.

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“It’s a little past noon.”

“Really?” he yawned, finding the alarm clock on my dresser across the room. “Damn, I guess it is.” He leaned down and rested his head on my chest again. “I really like waking up this way.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair. I did too. Wesley looked up at me and grinned on one side of his mouth.

“Can we do it one more time?”

He pressed himself against my body and pouted with pleading eyes. I felt him against my thigh and I smirked, nodding my head as I leaned down and kissed him. I began to turn to my side, but Wesley shook his head and crawled atop me.

“No. Let’s do it this way, so I can see your face,” he said, moving his hands to my backside and pulling me closer. He parted my legs and pushed them up to my chest. He bent forward and kissed me, picking up the tube of lotion from the table. He popped open the top and squeezed some onto his fingers. “Did I use enough lube last night?”

I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes with blushing cheeks. “Don’t…don’t call it that.”

“What? Lube?” he asked. I nodded and covered my mouth with my hand. He chuckled and smirked. “All right, did I use enough
stuff
last night?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He was sitting back on his heels and he pulled my backside closer.

He slid his fingers around; one, then two, getting me ready. He frigged me gently with his other hand, looking in my eyes with a sweet expression. He positioned himself as I drew up to accept him and he slid inside easily. He leaned forward, pushing deeper, and kissed me. He slowly rocked back and forth, staring in my eyes, and I squeezed his hands in mine. He was steady, moving slowly, until I closed my eyes with pleasure. He pushed deeper and I moaned quietly, whispering his name. His fingers tightened around mine and he bent his head down, his brown hair falling in his eyes.

“Wes-Wesley,” I cried, “Oh…oh, God!”

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Wesley scooped me in his arms, pulling me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I clung to him for dear life, my legs wrapped around his middle. We came together, climaxing for what felt like an eternity, though not nearly long enough. He still held me in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, his warm breath on my neck. We stayed like that for a while, until I kissed him. He smiled at me.

“You really are beautiful,” he said, touching my lips.

I laid my head on his shoulder and smiled in spite of myself. My face felt flushed and Wesley hugged me.

“Do you have to work today?” I asked.

Wesley sneered and nodded. “Yeah, I gotta be in at two.” He leaned in and kissed me, then climbed out of bed. I took a deep breath.

His body was perfect: not too thin, not too muscular. The muscles in his arms and legs were faintly outlined and shaded by the sunlight. He had a little bit of a belly, but it wasn’t noticeable unless he was naked. He got dressed, and then sat down on the bed to tie his shoes.

“Aren’t you going to walk me out?” he asked, leaning down and kissing me.

“Sure,” I answered, inching to the edge of the bed where I could reach my boxers on the floor. I was shy to stand naked before Wesley.

He watched me dress without saying a word. I walked him to the front door and he kissed me again. His smile was happy, almost childlike.

“I’ll give you a call in a little while,” he said.

I closed the door after him and my heart started beating again. I looked around the living room and into the kitchen, amazed that everything looked the same. I couldn’t keep myself from smiling. I was really in love with him.

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WE had to present our History project in less than a week. Finals were just around the corner and the pressure was really beginning to build, but Wesley and I never seemed to get any work done. I finally had to impose a ten-minute time limit on making out so that we could actually do some homework. No matter how hard I tried to enforce the time limit, Wesley always managed to double (and even triple) the time.

“C’mon, Tor, I need more than ten minutes today,” Wesley pleaded as I took out my History folder and notebook. I shook my head and Wesley leaned into the sofa, crossing his arms and pouting. “You’re so mean.”

“We have to study,” I explained, trying to focus my attention.

Wesley slid next to me, forgetting all about his sullen mood, and kissed my neck. I trembled with his touch; I knew I would end up giving in. He pushed my notebook onto the floor and leaned forward, slipping his hand under my shirt. His lips, his fingers, his pulse—it all felt so good and I couldn’t stop myself. Being with Wesley was like having an addiction to some provocative drug; I gave in too easily. I pulled him closer and Wesley responded to my invitation, walking his fingers to the top of my blue jeans.

“Hey, it’s me. I forgot my….”

“M-Mom?”

She stood just inside the door. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened. I pushed Wesley away as tears welled in my eyes.

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“I…I can explain. We weren’t….” Mom stared at me without saying a word. “I…I’m…I’m sorry!” I cried.

Mom shook her head in disbelief. Or in fear. Or hatred. I didn’t know which, or if it was all three. Wesley stood up, glanced at me, and then dared to look in Mom’s eyes.

“I…should probably get going,” he said awkwardly, reaching down for his book bag.

“No. You stay,” Mom directed firmly. Wesley obediently sat down, his book bag at his feet. Mom shook her head and sighed deeply. She set her purse down on the kitchen table and rounded the sofa, sitting down across from me on the coffee table. I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.