Page 14 of Screens Apart

I gripped his waist, holding him still as I fucked up into his tight hole, tagging his prostate with every thrust. All Simon could do was moan, little broken words slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh shit, Taylor. I’m gonna–”

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Fill those pretty panties with cum.” I ran my fingers across his swollen cock still trapped behind the pink lace, and Simon exploded. Cum flooded his panties, soaking into the fabric as his ass tightened impossibly around my dick.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my balls tightening as my own orgasm raced towards me, and with two more deep, hard thrusts I shot into the condom with a deep groan.

We were both breathing hard, clinging to each other as we came down from our highs. I grinned up at Simon who looked deliciously fucked out, with wide eyes and a soft smile as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.

Gently I helped him onto the bed, removing the condom and tying it off, wrapping it in a tissue and making a mental note to deal with it in a minute.

“Lift your hips,” I said gently to Simon as I pulled at the waistband of his panties. “Let’s get these off before they stick to you.”

Simon chuckled but dutifully lifted his hips. “Yeah, that’s not pleasant. It sticks to your pubes.”

“That sounds like the voice of experience,” I said, throwing the stained panties on the floor and pulling him into my arms. I usually never cuddled with my hook-ups, or with anyone for that matter, but Simon was different. I didn’t want him to feel like I’d just used him to get off and was going to leave him feeling fetishized and vulnerable, especially since he’d shared a part of himself with me that he’d never let anyone see before.

I wanted him to know how much I appreciated that.

“You could say that.” He buried his head in my chest. “Is it weird to say you smell really good?” he asked after a minute.

“No.” I wanted to say the same about him.

“Good, because you do.” There was a pause. “Thanks,” he said. “For everything. For not thinking I’m weird.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, looking down to see his beautiful hazel eyes gazing at me, little flecks of green and gold spiralling through the brown. “Thank you for sharing. You look absolutely incredible.” Simon opened his mouth, probably in an attempt to deny it, so I carried on before he could get a word in edgeways. “I mean it. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re like all my fantasies come to life.” I grinned. “Don’t try and deny it or I’ll have to think of a way to make you believe me.”

Simon’s lip curled. “Well that sounds far too tempting.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” I laughed. “Or no Primark panties for you.”

Simon snorted and snuggled into me again, and a tiny part of me whispered that I could get used to this feeling.

We lay in silence for a while, both of us content to just stay there wrapped in each other. I knew we needed to get up at some point, mostly because I was starting to get hungry, but I couldn’t resist asking the one question I was desperate to know the answer to.

“So, just how many pairs do you have?”

It was Monday evening, and I was lying on my bed skimming through Netflix on my laptop, trying to find something to watch. Nothing seemed to particularly hold my interest, and I wished Simon was around so that we could at least finish watchingFinal Causetogether.

We only had a couple of episodes left, and it was even more fun to watch with him now that I’d discovered his crush on the lead actor. I liked being able to whisper in Simon’s ear when the guy was on screen, teasing him gently. It was even better when something sexy happened, like the character seducing yet more women, something that made me roll my eyes. But watching the blush creep onto Simon’s face when the actor was virtually naked in bed always made me smile, and I enjoyed teasing him and asking him if he wanted me to do the same things to him.

At least twice we hadn’t finished an episode because we’d been too busy taking each other’s clothes off as fast as possible.

I sighed, turning off Netflix and debating whether I should watch porn instead.

Simon said he had stuff he needed to do this evening, so I hadn’t pushed him. I’d left him alone, even though I was desperately tempted to go and whine through his door for attention like some sort of puppy.

I could have gone and sat with Steve, but he’d been muttering something about binging some new sort of true-crime drama, and I had no desire to watch that at all.

My phone flashed beside me on the bed, the Pornblr app showing I had one new message from my ultimate online crush.

thick boy in laceHey can I tell you something?

I smiled, picking my phone up to answer. We’d been chatting for a while now, ever since I’d messaged him to tell him how stunning his pictures were. He was funny and sweet, and I loved talking to him, even if he was a little hesitant to share much information about himself. Not that that really bothered me, since I was the same.

mr. smithOf course, sweet boy. What’s wrong?

thick boy in laceIt’s kinda random, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk about it with

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