Page 11 of Screens Apart

“For us or them?” I stepped closer to him, my fingers reaching out to toy with the hem of the navy t-shirt that clung to his shoulders, highlighting them so beautifully. I wished Simon had more slim fitting t-shirts that showed off his body.

“Both?”

“Oh, definitely,” I said, my voice dropping low as I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, my fingers sliding under the waistband of his jogging bottoms. I’d expected to find warm skin or possibly the tight band of the fitted boxer briefs Simon usually wore, but what I felt under my fingers was neither of those.

“Wait,” Simon said, his body suddenly stiffening, a nervous tremor in his voice. “Shit! I can explain.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to explain,” I whispered, trying to keep my tone soft and calm, even though my body was thrumming with excitement. I stepped back, giving Simon space, and gently cupped his chin so I could gaze into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Will you show me? Please.”

Simon swallowed audibly, almost unsure what to do with himself. “You want to see? You don’t think it’s embarrassing?”

“Yes, I do, and no, I don’t,” I replied. “I think it’s hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to see exactly what you’re hiding under there.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Simon nodded, mumbling “Okay,” although I thought it was more for himself than for me. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they reached for his waistband. Then he pushed the joggers over his thighs, revealing the most beautiful and perfect sight I’d ever seen.

Panties. Hot pink shorts to be precise, made of sheer lace that perfectly cupped his soft dick and wrapped deliciously around his hips.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

“Holy fuck.” I reached out to run my hands across them, feeling the soft lace under my fingers. “Holy fucking fuck. Do you have any fucking idea how hot you look?”

“Maybe?” Simon said, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips.

“Fucking hell, Simon. Were you ever planning on telling me about your sexy little secret?” I slid my hand across his crotch, gently palming his dick through the lace and loving the way it twitched under my hand as Simon moaned softly.

“Maybe? I, um, haven’t really shown anyone before.”

“Thank you for showing me,” I said, drawing him in for a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue pushing into his mouth, delighting in the way he melted under my touch. I wanted him so much, and I needed to show him just how fucking sexy I thought his choice of underwear was. Especially now that he was every single one of my fantasies come to life.

It was like all my birthdays had come at once.

I wondered if he wore them often, if he wore them to work, and how many pairs he had. But those were questions for later.

“I think you deserve a reward for being so brave,” I said, nipping Simon’s lip and pulling him against me, a shiver running through me as he groaned into my mouth. “I’m going to show youexactlyhow sexy I think you are in your panties.”

“Please,” he said, whimpering against my lips. “Please Taylor, I need you.”

“I know you do.” I kissed him again, pouring as much desire and passion into it as possible, my fingers snaking around his hips to grab his ass, groaning as I felt the lace under my fingers.

When we broke apart, Simon was panting, face flushed. His cock was hard, straining against the front of his panties, a wet spot of precum darkening the lace.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the sight going straight to my own erection. I was hard enough to pound nails, and I needed him now. “Strip that shirt off and turn around,” I ordered, reaching up to unbutton my own shirt, nearly pulling the buttons off in my haste.

Simon slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head, smirking at me as he dropped it on the floor. It was as if he was revelling in reducing me to desperation. He was going to pay for that.

He turned around, leaning over the bed and pushing his ass out, looking over his shoulder at me and pulling his swollen lip between his teeth.

“Fucking hell,” I growled, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me. “You’re so fucking hot.”

The pink lace was stretched perfectly across the thick globes of Simon’s ass, highlighting the curve of his cheeks and making him look ridiculously fuckable. I wanted to pull the panties to one side and slide my cock inside him, teasing him and making him scream. I wanted to spank his ass and see the contrast of his red skin against the pink of his panties, and I wanted to watch him cover the lace in cum.

I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, dumping them in a heap on the floor. Simon groaned when my cock sprang free, and I deliberately wrapped my hand around my length, pumping it slowly and smearing my fingers with precum. I held them up for him, trying to hold back a moan when he sucked them into his mouth, licking up the offering like it was a treat.

How the hell had I ended up with someone who knew exactly how to press all my buttons without even trying?

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