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I snap myself out of my daze and slip out of my work shirt and into a T-shirt, and then make my way across the street to Wesley’s house. I don’t even bother knocking on the door, just head inside and make my way up the stairs to his room, unsure what to expect.
“Wesley?” I say, knocking lightly on the partially opened door.
“Come in,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
When I push the door open all the way, so many things happen at once. My mouth drops open, my eyes widen, my cock thickens like nobody’s business, and if I thought my heart was beating fast before it’s nothing compared to the race it’s running now.
Wesley is lying on his stomach, on the foot of the bed, his knees bent and his legs crossed at the ankles. He’s dressed in black thigh-high tights with a thick band of lace around the top. Black lace panties hug his ass and even show off his butt cheeks a good amount, teasing me. To top it off, he’s wearing a pink crop top sweatshirt that is falling off one of his beautiful, silky smooth shoulders and showing off his glorious midriff. He even has glitter in his hair, and on his lips is a light shade of pink gloss that shimmers under the low light of the bedroom lamp he’s turned on.
I am speechless, and so very, very hard. My cock is straining, and there’s a wet spot gathering on my underwear as I gape at him. Over the last few months as our relationship has progressed we’ve shared more and more intimate moments together and had a conversation or two about kink, and I had mentioned how much I would love to see him in lace. Handcuffing him and spanking him were also mentioned andhe had told me he was willing to try all three but that he wanted to be the one to decide when and where.
Holy fuck.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he says, smiling at me.
Shit. How does he do this to me? Make me feel so many emotions all at once? Love, lust, desire, joy, gratitude. I’m tearing up, once again because of him. He’s the only one who’s ever had this effect on me. My chest rises and falls as I stare at him. It takes me a moment to form words. “I...” I swallow, my mouth going dry. “You...” I still haven’t moved, or looked away. “Holy shit,” I finally get out, and wipe away the tear that slides down my cheek at the same time that a chuckle leaves my lips. “Fuck, Wes, what are you trying to do to me?”
Wesley smiles as he pushes off the bed. “I’m trying to give you your birthday present,” he says, walking towards me, and oh god, that just makes it worse. He’s so damn beautiful I can’t stand it. Shit. I’m shaking.
“Oh my god,” I say as he gets closer. The sight of his cock in those lace panties is making my mouth water. A breath escapes me, sounding awfully close to a whimper. The way the panties hug his cock accentuate it. It looks so delicious, so hard and full, leaking precum and looking like it’s aching to break free.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say, and I’m still shaking. I need him in my arms. Need his touch. Need him to ground me. He must sense it because he reaches me and grips the sides of my neck with his hands, pressing his forehead to mine. He takes a deep breath in, and lets it out, and I follow, closing my eyes, and gripping his hips. Fuck, touching him, getting my hands on his bare skin, it’s electric. He feels so good. My heart is pounding, my cock throbbing. I feel his breath on my face when he speaks, and I can’t believe how much I covet the sound of his voice.
“I love you,” he says, and I smile and laugh.
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” I say. “I can’t decide if I want to look at you for the rest of the night, or fuck you senseless.”
Wesley chuckles. “Do I get a vote?” he asks. I nod, still clinging to him. He steps back and then his hand lowers. I gasp as he palms my erection. The friction is insane and it drives me wild. I moan.
“Fuck, Wes.” I bury my face in his neck and let him work me through my jeans.
His words are a low whisper. “I want the birthday boy to fuck me senseless. I want him to blow me, and rim me, and shove this gorgeous hard dick inside me and make me moan, and shake, and scream his name.”
I growl as Wesley continues to stroke me with every word, teasing me endlessly, but never taking me out of my pants.
“Wesley,” I moan, my grip on his hips tightening.
“And,” he continues, “If he’s very good, I’ll even let him cuff me to the bed.”
My head shoots up at that. “What?” I say, breathing heavily, my eyes on his. He cups my balls and squeezes a little and I spasm, gripping him to steady myself. He smiles and slides his hand up my cock before sliding his thumb over the tip.
“Would the birthday boy like that?” I can barely nod because my body is trembling so hard.
“Wes, please?” I say. “I need you.”
He smiles and lets go of me. He struts over to the queen sized bed, giving me a delicious view of his perky ass, and then he climbs on and lays down, his hands behind his head and one knee bent. It’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His legs were made for those tights. And the peek I’m getting ofhis flat abdomen is so heady. I want to lick and suck and kiss everygoddamn inch of him. I want to leave my cum on him, mark him as mine. I want my cock in his ass, driving him to orgasm.
“Then come and get me, big boy,” he says, a wide smile on his face. He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out lube, a condom, and a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs as I pull off my clothes, and a second later I’m hovering over him.
I press my lips to his and he grips my cheeks, our tongues tangling. We moan as we explore each other’s mouths, our hands drifting, sliding, brushing. I slide my hand under his top and rub my thumb over his nipple, drawing a gasp out of him that goes straight to my cock. Fuck, yes. I know what I want, but I need the handcuffs. I grab them and look at him again.
“You sure this is okay?” I ask.
Wesley nods. “Yes. Very much so.” He holds his wrists out to me, and I swallow. God, he’s amazing. The trust and faith he has in me is overwhelming.
“You should probably have a safe word,” I say, before I do anything. “I know this isn’t hard core BDSM or anything, but I’d feel better. I don’t want to hurt you. If things get too crazy and you can’t handle it, I need to know right away.”
