He mulled this over in his mind and then looked at me with serious eyes. “So, you’re going?”
“Only if you are.”
“Dammit. 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 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 farther 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.
“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 shirtsleeve. 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 precum 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. He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper into my mouth while allowing my wet fingers to explore the pliable
