Page 99 of A Fool's Game

“Shh,” I laugh as Taylor pulls my shirt over my head.

He shoves me roughly onto the bed. “She can sleep on the plane.”

I press up on my elbows, watching him silhouetted in the moonlight. He tosses off his own shirt but keeps his shorts on as he climbs onto the bed, straddling my thighs with his knees.

“You gotta take your own shorts off,” he growls down at me from where his face hovers just over mine.

“Why?” I ask, completely lost in this moment, not feeling the need to push forward or pull back. Happy to just exist right here, right now.

A lurch from my shorts tells me the rest of my body might not be on board with that plan.

“Because I want to know you’re sure.”

“Going soft on me?” I whisper, smiling at my own joke as Taylor’s hard cock juts out toward me though his thin shorts.

“Consent is the hardest part of all of this, pretty boy. I’m not having a drunken oops with you. I’m not waking up tomorrow to find you unable to meet my eyes. If this ishappening, you’re walking straight into it, no shame. No hiding.”

“No shorts,” I say with a soft laugh, trying to take some of the pressure off.

“It’s up to you,” Taylor says, and I believe him.

With a deep breath and more certainty than I’ve felt about any decision since I met Gem that night at the bar, I reach down and grip the waistband of my shorts, pulling them free with a bit of struggle since Taylor still straddles me, refusing to give even an inch.

When I’m naked, he slides back to his feet, discarding his own shorts.

His erection is massive, standing out from his body like a lance. I gulp then, suddenly nervous of what might be asked of me. “Taylor, I don’t know if I can…”

He crawls back over me, stopping as his face is level with mine. The tip of his cock brushes lightly against mine, and I hold in what threatens to be a squeal.

“I’m probably gonna come the second I get that fat tip of yours in my mouth, lover boy. You can take this as slowly as you want.”

“Okay.” I breathe as he starts to slide down my body.

It’s dark enough that I can barely see him, but I squeeze my eyes closed anyway, prepared but also wildly unprepared for what’s about to happen.

Taylor sucks me into his mouth with a certainty and authority I’ve never felt in a blowjob before. Gone is all the timid licking and looking to me for direction of girls past. Taylor goes at my cock like it’s the grand fucking prize. Like it’s a meal with dessert at the end. Fearless and hungry.

“Taylor, that feels so fucking good.” The words are strangled, but I feel the need to say something. To bring the connection from earlier when we were kissing to this act as well.

He just growls at me, my dick so impossibly far into his mouth that I feel the vibrations from his vocal cords.

“Fuck,” I hiss, letting my head fall back.

His tongue slides up the backside as he lifts his head from me. I meet his eyes and find them gleaming. I wonder what he sees in mine because he gives me a slightly evil smile.

“Don’t go coy on me now, lover. You promised me this would hurt.”

And fuck if his words don’t possess me with the spirit of…I don’t know. Hell, the spirit of Taylor himself probably. I sit up quickly, the sudden shift in my position making my cock press forward, hitting his parted lips hard enough to make me gasp.

Taylor just grins, opening for me.

I grip his head with both hands, determined not to fuck this up. To give this man what he wants. To take what I so clearly want from him.

“How deep can you take me?” I ask, pushing my hips up and forward, driving myself inside him until I feel the back of his mouth. “This far?”

Taylor’s balled up fists rest on my thighs as I take control of the situation. One pounds at me softly.

“Gemma takes me this far, you know. Is this the best you can do? Take me like a girl?”

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