Page 13 of Screens Apart

Still not going there.

“You look like you’re thinking. That’s very dangerous you know.” Simon gave me a smile, his fingers cupping my jaw. “You okay?”

“Of course,” I said, regaining my composure and beating my traitorous thoughts into a box where I could lock them away and throw away the key. “I was just thinking about what colour panties I want to see you in next time.”

“I’ll have to show you my collection,” Simon said, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. “I have quite a few pairs.”

“Oh, you’re showing me.” I gave him another kiss before pulling away and climbing onto the bed, propping myself up on Simon’s pillows. “I’m going to watch you model every single pair for me.”

Simon nodded, chewing his lip, his blush deepening to a beautiful magenta colour. “I’d like that. I, um, I have some other bits too… if you’d ever want to see them. Stockings and things.”

My cock jerked, precum dribbling onto my stomach as I imagined Simon wrapped in lace, legs covered by smooth stockings, a garter belt wrapped around his waist and stretching over his thighs. Thick Boy in Lace had posted a couple of photo sets of him wearing similar things, and if Simon looked anything like that, I’d probably have a heart attack.

“I definitely want to see those,” I said, after struggling to get my mouth to form words. I crooked my finger, beckoning him too me, watching in delight as he crawled onto the bed and straddled my thighs, producing a condom and pulling the wrapper open. “You’ll look fucking delicious, and I’m not going to be able to resist you.”

“Fuck,” Simon breathed, fingers shaking as he rolled the condom onto me. I held up a bottle of lube that I’d found tucked under one of his pillows, raising an eyebrow at him and loving the way his blush spread farther down his broad chest. I slowly poured some onto my fingers, slicking up my cock while I spoke.

“I’d spread you out and take you apart until you can’t even remember your own name, and then I’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week without thinking about me. I’d make you come all over your pretty panties for me.” I wrapped my fingers around his waist, pulling him farther onto my lap and trying to bite back a moan as my cock settled against his ass cheeks. Even through the condom I could feel the soft scratch of the lace on my dick and it was heavenly.

Simon didn’t even need prompting to pull them to one side, he simply reached his hand back, raising himself up on his knees and then slid down onto my cock.

We both groaned as his ass enveloped me, and he bottomed out in one smooth stroke, cheeks resting against my thighs. His head was thrown back, a look of pure pleasure across his face.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, grinding down on me.

“Not God, just Taylor.” I tried not to laugh as Simon raised an eyebrow at me and gave me what was supposed to be a withering stare. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down deeper onto me, thrusting up into him and replacing the terrible stare with a deep moan and a rapt expression of bliss.

“Oh shit.” Simon’s voice was soft and wrecked, and I wondered if he even realised he’d spoken. He began to rock his hips, riding me slowly and deeply, drawing as much pleasure from each movement as possible. He was beautiful to watch, and something in my stomach fluttered as if my internal organs had somehow decided to rearrange themselves without my permission.

“Fuck, you look good on my cock,” I groaned, attempting to bring my mind back to the moment instead of letting it drift into uncharted waters.

“Yeah,” Simon moaned, circling his hips, a small smile curling on his lips. The bastard knew he looked good, and he knew exactly how to press all my buttons.

Luckily, I knew how to press his too.

“Harder.” I let go of his hip to spank one of his cheeks, the sound rippling around the room and making both of us gasp.

“Such a bossy boots,” Simon said, trying to tease. I spanked his cheek again, raising my eyebrow at him and thrusting into him as he ground down, drawing a deep groan from his chest that sent little shivers of pleasure dancing across my skin.

“Yes, and you love it,” I said. “Now do as your told and fuck me harder. I’m not going to tell you again.”

“You make it so tempting to ignore you though,” Simon said. “I almost want to see what you’ll do to me if I don’t.”

“Do you really want to find out?” I gave him a questioning smirk. In reality, I had no idea what I’d do—probably just bend him over and turn his ass red before fucking him. Maybe edge him if I felt like teasing him.

But Simon clearly had a submissive side he’d not fully explored before, and I wanted to see what he’d do if I gently started to tease it. Not that I’d ever do anything before we could sit down and have a proper conversation though; one held with slightly more clothes on and slightly less chance that we’d jump each other before we got to the end.

Another little groan slipped from Simon’s lips, and the look on his face suggested he was thinking about the options as well.

“I’ll be good,” he said, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so fucking sweet and delicious, that I couldn’t resist kissing him. I leant up, cupping his jaw in my hand and pulling him down for a deep kiss.

“I know you will.”

I dropped back on the mattress, my fingers sliding down his chest before settling on his hips as Simon raised himself onto his knees and began to ride me fast and hard.

“Oh fuck.” His ass was so tight and hot, and occasionally I could feel the rough brush of lace against my dick as he pulled up, which sent hot spirals of pleasure burning through me. I grabbed his hips tighter, not caring if I left marks on his skin, and pulled him down onto my cock. I tilted my hips so I could hit his prostate with every pass as he rode me faster. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I couldn’t resist sitting up slightly and leaning forward to lick it off his skin as he bounced in my lap.

Simon whined as I leant forward to suck one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and gently pulling it with my teeth, leaving it wet and swollen before I moved on to the other. His head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed in an expression of bliss. Sitting up made it harder for him to do as he’d been told, but he’d been so good and had tried so hard to please me that I decided it was time to reward him and do some of the work myself.

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