“God… damn,” he panted, pulling his hands up before remembering they were tied firmly in place.
“Don’t think we’re done yet,” I said with a grin, lifting myself up on all fours again. “You can get it up for me again, right?” I asked, touching myself with long, slow strokes.
Wesley’s eyes glided over my frame and settled on my throbbing erection. He knew he was responsible for the state I was in and, like a good man, found himself capable of satisfying me.
I kissed him deeply and pushed my hand between my thighs, fingering the moist hole in heady preparation. I sat up on my knees and inched back until I felt him nudging against my backside. I slowly took him in until his balls met with my flesh. He watched me with glassy eyes while he pumped his hips into me and I whimpered in short, quiet gasps.
“Tor, Tor, untie me,” he said, pulling his hands forward and stretching the cotton shirts tied to the bed frame.
I nodded with a sense of relief and leaned forward, loosening the knot around his wrist. He pulled his hand free and frantically helped me liberate his other hand. He sat up quickly, rocking me against his cock, hips, and thighs and I was instantly aroused by the touch of his hard hands. He held me desperately, pumping into me feverishly with quick, strong thrusts. We climaxed in delirious unison, achieving heights of pleasure that were almost godly.
We fell to the mattress, panting and gasping in silence for a full five minutes. No words needed to be spoken and our warm, sticky bodies clung to each other as if our very molecules were making love.
Chapter 44
“WES! WES, over here!” Scott shouted, waving his hand over his head.
Wesley looked up and smiled when he saw his brother. It was a heartwarming reunion and I stood at their sides with a dopey grin on my face. A young woman with dark brown hair looked at me and smiled. Scott slapped Wesley’s back and then faced me with the same excitement.
“Toren! Wow, this is so great! I’m so glad you guys came!” Scott shouted, throwing his arms around my shoulders and patting my back. “I can’t believe it! How was your flight?” he asked, stepping back and bumping into the dark-haired girl.
“Man, you are such a spaz,” Wesley said, shaking his head. I laughed, but it was true; I would never have expected such a reaction from a big, tall, muscular man. But Wesley had a similar quality; he was always so cool and calm, but he sometimes got overly excited about certain things.
“Ahem?” the woman said, coughing into her fist melodramatically then smiling at Scott.
“Oh yeah! This is my future wife, Michele,” Scott stated beamingly, putting his arm around her shoulders. “And this is my little brother, Wesley, and his boyfriend, Toren.”
She smiled largely, showing her perfect white teeth, and stepped forward. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she squealed, taking both of Wesley’s hands in hers. “I’m so glad you guys could make it! Scott’s been so worried that you wouldn’t come,” she continued, turning to me and shaking my hands. “Plus, I’ve been dying to meet you two. Scott’s already told me so much about you.”
Wesley smiled and I blushed. I hadn’t seen Scott since the graduation and he and Wesley seemed to look more similar than before. Scott slapped Wesley’s arm and started walking away, waving his hand for us to follow.
“C’mon, let’s go get your bags and then we’re going out for dinner,” Scott stated, glancing over his shoulder.
“Wait a sec…,” Wesley started, catching up with his brother, but Scott turned quickly and cut him off.
“I’m going to spoil you for once. So just shut up and say thank you, you little brat,” Scott said, using his big-brother trump card. Wesley rolled his eyes, and Michele and I smiled in amusement.
We only had one large suitcase that I borrowed from Mom. We picked that up and then the four of us went out to Scott’s car in a distant parking lot. Wesley eyed it interestedly; it was a newer Mustang and he was happily impressed. He looked over everything as we drove to a Chinese restaurant close to the hotel where we were staying.
Scott and Michele were a perfect couple. They smiled and laughed together with their whole hearts and I wondered if Wesley and I looked like that together. Scott and Wesley caught up on the past few months and argued again about the expense of the plane tickets and hotel. I also learned that both Scott and Michele graduated from college in December and I slapped Wesley’s shoulder for not telling me.
“Well, congratulations, even if it is a little late. If I knew,” I emphasized, looking at Wesley, “we would’ve sent you a gift.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Scott said cordially. “So, how’s school going for you?”
“Really good,” I answered, nodding. “I’m still taking a lot of gen ed classes, but I’m taking two history classes that I really like.”
“After next year, you’ll really be able to focus on your major. And you won’t have to bother with any more bio classes,” Scott laughed, taking a long drink of his beer.
My eyes widened, my face turned beet red, and I slapped Wesley’s arm again. “You told him?” I asked in a loud, outraged whisper.
“It was too funny not to share,” Wesley answered, patting my leg
