Page 43 of Screens Apart

My cock throbbed in my panties, leaking precum onto the soft black satin. I wondered if Taylor would punish me for getting so excited that I made my panties dirty. Fuck, that was a sexy idea. I loved being Taylor’s dirty boy, and I loved the way he made me feel like I was the most important and beautiful person in the universe.

As soon as I was ready, I’d snuck into Taylor’s room to wait on his bed. I wanted to be here when he got back, face down, ass up, like I’d fantasised about for so long. Mr. Smith had suggested it ages ago, and ever since then it had been something I’d wanted to do for Taylor. I just hadn’t had the time or the confidence until now.

I couldn’t resist resting my phone on its side and taking a sneaky photo to upload to Pornblr while I waited. I still hadn’t told Taylor about my blog. It hadn’t crossed my mind between our copious rounds of sex yesterday and spending time with Connor. Somehow, I got the feeling he wouldn’t mind though. He’d always been very sex positive, and he’d already said he loved Thick Boy in Lace’s blog. I figured he’d probably love the fact that the boy he’d been lusting after turned out to be the one he was in love with.

Besides, I doubted Taylor would see the post before he got home. And if he did see it, maybe it would encourage him to get back a little faster. I hadn’t worn much of the lingerie he’d given me because I’d been saving it for a special occasion. I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than surprising my sexy as fuck new boyfriend by wearing some of the pieces, then showing him just how much of a cockslut I could be.

A moan slipped from my lips as I wiggled my ass, jostling the plug inside me.

Fuck, I needed Taylor, needed to feel him buried deep inside me as he whispered filthy words in my ear, telling me just how much of a perfect slut I was for him. There were so many things I wanted him to do to me. I wasn’t even sure where I wanted to start.

A notification flashed on my screen, catching my eye. It was a message from Mr. Smith. We hadn’t spoken in a while, not since I’d been ill and poured my heart out to him about Taylor. He’d been so sweet and encouraging, and the new message reminded me I should probably thank him and let him know how things had turned out. Plus, I needed a distraction, otherwise I was going to end up humping the bed and getting myself into all kinds of trouble. But when I clicked on it, my mouth dropped open, a startled gasp echoing through the room.

mr smithI’m on my way home, sweet boy. I cannot wait to fuck you in those panties. You look so beautiful <3 Love you so much. Taylor x

“Holy shit!” I re-read the message several times, my heart racing, not quite daring to believe what I was seeing.

Taylor was Mr. Smith. The man I’d spent so much time fantasising about and telling all my secret desires to, the man I’d dreamed about meeting but assumed it would never happen was the same man I’d fallen in love with. It felt too good to be true, and yet it was somehow real. A little chuckle slipped from my lips as I remembered our last conversation. I wondered how Taylor was going to feel about calling himself dense. Our conversations explained a lot though, and now that I thought about it, I wondered how neither of us had seen it before.

I’d been right when I’d said we were two idiots stumbling around in the dark.

Still, there was one huge and immediate benefit to this discovery. I knew all Taylor’s fantasies, and he knew mine. I’d told him how much of a cumslut I was for the right man, how much I loved sucking cock and getting pounded… although he probably already knew all that from our hook-ups. But he was the one who’d given me the idea to wait like this, so I knew he was going to love it.

The front door creaked open and then slammed. I locked my phone, putting it on the bedside table. I was almost vibrating with desire and excitement as I spread my knees, pushing my ass into the air and lowering my shoulders to the bed, resting my head on my hands. Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, then paused as if Taylor was giving himself a moment to get his breath back. I smiled. Taylor did not run. Ever. So if he’d run, or even power walked, back from the station he’d probably be panting. I loved the fact that I could make him so desperate he was willing to do things he hated, like exercise, just to get back to me.

The door opened, and I saw his shadow across the floor. Taylor groaned, and I couldn’t resist pushing my ass out a little farther.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” he said softly. I moaned. I’d heard Taylor use those words before, but they sounded sweeter now because I’d dreamt about what they’d sound like falling from Mr. Smith’s lips. Only I didn’t have to imagine anymore. “You look incredible.” I shivered as his fingers caressed my hip, running slowly across my ass and caressing my cheeks. “So fucking perfect for me, you know that?”

“Yes,” I said with a gasp. “Want to be so good for you.”

“You will be.” His voice was smooth as silk, full of promise and desire. “I love seeing you in the panties I bought you.” He smacked my ass cheek, the sharp crack echoing around the room. I groaned as heat bloomed under my skin.

“Oh God.” I gripped the sheets, a needy moan escaping from my lips as Taylor spanked my other cheek. “Taylor!”

“You’d look so pretty with a red ass. All hot and needy for me, dripping into your panties, so desperate to come.”

“Yes. Please… I want that.” Need pulsed through me, and I couldn’t help bucking my hips, already desperate for him.

Taylor spanked me again sharply. “Stay still, sweet boy. I still haven’t decided what I want.” He paused, soothing my skin. “What can I have, Simon? I want you to be honest with me. We may be dating now, but that doesn’t change this. You still have your traffic lights, and if you want one, a safeword. Promise?”

I knew he was serious, and I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I promise.”

“Good boy.” Taylor squeezed my cheek, sending ripples of desire through me. “So tell me, what can I do to you?”

“Anything,” I said. “Please, Taylor. I need you.”

He chuckled, his fingers sliding under the edge of my panties, tapping the flared base of the plug. “You should learn to be patient.”

“I-I don’t think I’ll ever learn that,” I said, struggling to get the words out as Taylor teased me with the plug.

“Oh, I have ways to teach you.” I couldn’t help but moan at all the filthy fantasies that flooded my mind. Taylor chuckled hungrily, and I knew he was imagining the same things. “But not today.”

I let out a shuddering breath. Taylor pushed the plug back into place before running his fingers over the lace edges of my lingerie.

“Today, I’m going to enjoy the delicious treat you’ve laid out for me.” He grasped the waistband, tugging the panties over my thighs. I’d put them on last, so it was easy to slide them off over my garter straps and stockings, leaving me open and exposed, my hard cock leaking precum onto the sheets. Taylor made a pleased sound under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with such a pretty ass.” His hand stroked up and down the inside of my thigh and instinctively I spread my legs a little wider. I gasped as his fingers traced over my balls, rolling them in his hand before he wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Such an eager boy. You’re so hard for me already.”

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