Page 52 of Screens Apart

“Fine. I won’t die, but I will be very uncomfortable.”

“Do you want to stop?” There was an out there for me, and I knew Taylor wouldn’t think less of me if we stopped. He always wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself, and he always made sure I had a way to stop everything if I didn’t like it.

I didn’t want to stop though. I just wanted to come. My body felt like it was on the edge of a precipice, waiting for Taylor to push me over the edge into ecstasy. But I knew I wouldn’t get that until he let me. My cock was rock hard in my panties, the satin front of them already soaked with precum. It wouldn’t take much to send me flying. And I knew if I waited, Taylor would make sure I soared. All I had to do was wait.

“No. I don’t want to stop. I just want this to move faster.” I was sure I was pouting. I could even hear it in my voice. Taylor chuckled but didn’t say anything. The vibrations lessened slightly, and I wondered if he’d taken pity on me for a moment.

Except five minutes later the vibrations were replaced by a slow pulsing that came and went. I’d have accused Taylor of fucking around with the settings to see how many he could get through, except I couldn’t do anything but squirm and whine. I was so close to coming that all it would take was one touch.

“Taylor,” I moaned, drawing his name out desperately. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the episode wrapping up, even though I had no idea what was going on. We were going to have to watch this episode again when I had more brain power. All I could focus on was the fact that relief was just a few short minutes away.

“No, sweet boy. Not yet,” Taylor said, and the vibrations stopped. He leant across the sofa, drawing me into a deep kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth. “Soon. Let’s go to bed.”

He flicked the TV off, reached for my hand, and led me out of the room towards our bedroom. Even the short distance was torture for me. The plug rubbed against my prostate every time I shifted, and my cock was hard as a rock, straining against the confines of my underwear.

“Strip for me, then lie on the bed on your back.” Taylor kissed me before releasing my hand, making it easy for me to shuck off my jumper and joggers. I climbed onto the bed as instructed, spreading myself in the middle of the mattress and waiting to see what he’d do next. “You’re so beautiful. Honestly. So fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I didn’t fight the smile that spread across my lips, or the heat flushing my skin. Taylor must have told me a million times how beautiful he thought I was, but I still reacted the same way every time. Sometimes I wondered how I’d ended up this lucky. Because Taylor made me feel more loved, more wanted, and more beautiful than I’d ever felt before. Even after a year together.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.” He gave me a soft smile, then began to strip. Fuck, I loved his body so much. Taylor was still highly reluctant to do any form of exercise that wasn’t sex related, but he had started walking to work most days. As long as it wasn’t raining.

“I want to try something different tonight.” He crawled onto the bed, settling himself on my hips. His hard cock brushed against mine, pulling a moan from me.

“Anything.”

“I want you to fuck me,” he said, running his hands up my chest to tease my nipples. “Actually, that’s not quite accurate. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here. I want to ride your cock.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m still going to fuck you, but this time your cock will be inside me.” His fingers caressed my jaw and he tilted forward, eyes locked with mine. “And you’re still not going to come until I let you.”

“O-okay,” I said, nodding my head because I couldn’t get any more words out. “Are you really sure? You always said you didn’t like bottoming, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re so sweet.” He kissed me. “You’re not going to hurt me. Yes, I prefer to top. I mean, I fucking love your ass so why wouldn’t I? But I’ve wanted to try this for a while because you have such a gorgeous cock, and I want to ride it. Is that okay, sweet boy?” He wiggled his hips as he kissed me again, dragging his cock against mine.

“Yes, please. Whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” Taylor gave me one final kiss before he slipped off my lap, grabbing the little bottle of lube he’d used earlier and a tiny black remote I assumed went with the plug. The understanding of what he was going to do clicked into place, and I groaned. Holy shit. He was going to kill me.

He tossed the bottle next to me and climbed back onto the bed, farther up this time. I knew exactly what he wanted, and my body tensed with excitement. Taylor swung his legs across my chest, presenting me with his perfect ass. I loved being rimmed, and I loved eating his ass. This wasn’t something we did often, but it was always amazing when we did.

“Get me ready.” His voice was low and commanding, his breath ghosting over the damp fabric of my panties and making my cock twitch. He chuckled. “I love how eager you are for me, baby.”

I groaned as his tongue brushed the tip. It was a teasing touch designed to drive me wild. And it worked. I knew he was determined to distract me as much as possible, not that I really minded.

I slid my fingers up the front of Taylor’s thighs, gently easing him back towards me until his ass was perfectly positioned. I parted his cheeks, then moaned as Taylor’s mouth engulfed my cock, surrounding me in perfect, wet, warm heat. Fuck, he was making it hard to focus. Two could play at that game though.

I ran my tongue across his hole, smirking when I heard Taylor gasp. I flicked my tongue over his pucker, teasing the sensitive tissue. I knew all Taylor’s tricks because he done all of them to me a thousand times. And now I was going to do them to him.

Taylor moaned as I used my tongue to work him open, making him slick before sliding one finger into him. He was so fucking tight, and I knew I was going to struggle to last when I fucked him. Taylor was sucking my cock perfectly, and I felt my orgasm burning under my skin, not quite in reach but so fucking close. I tried to buck my hips, but Taylor put his hand on my hip, reminding me to keep still.

I reached blindly for the lube, slicking my fingers so I could work him open. I was desperate now, and I needed to be inside him.

“Oh fuck!” Taylor moaned as I rubbed my fingers over his prostate. “Fuck, I want you. Now.”

I eased my fingers out of him, pressing a final kiss to his ass cheek. Taylor gracefully swung his leg over me, kneeling on the bed next to me.

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