Page 7 of Screens Apart

“Well you are.” Taylor ran his hands lower to the waistband of my trousers, unbuckling my belt. “I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, my head thumping back against the door. This couldn’t be real. Surely this couldn’t be real? This was the sort of thing that only happened in porn, not real life.

Then Taylor slid his fingers into the front of my trousers and squeezed my dick through the damp fabric of my boxers, and holy fuck yes, this was real.

“Shit, Taylor.” I heard him chuckle, the sound making my stomach tighten. His lips found mine again, tongue teasing my mouth as his fingers caressed my cock. My hands found his waist and the small part of my brain that was still functioning realised that Taylor was still dressed.

That wasn’t going to work. I really needed to see him naked.

I tugged his shirt loose from his waistband, trying to undo the buttons without looking because I was still focused on his mouth and the way he was kissing me. I managed eventually, and Taylor stepped back and slid it off, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open because holy fuck he was even more gorgeous shirtless than I’d ever imagined.

He looked like he should be appearing in the latest Calvin Klein advert—with his smooth chest I just wanted to run my tongue across and a delicious looking set of abs I’d never realised he had—instead of being here with me.

“Like what you see?” he teased, working at the buttons on his dark grey suit trousers.

“Uh-huh,” I said, because that was about my current level of eloquence. I swallowed and nodded. “Wow… you’re just… wow.”

“You’re cute as well as sexy.” Taylor winked at me as he slid his trousers and boxers off at once. And if I’d thought I’d been speechless before, I was even more so now.

“Fuck.” The word fell from my lips without me realising it was there.

Apparently, Taylor’s whole body was perfect, right down to his cock. I licked my lips again, imagining the heavy weight on my tongue and the delicious stretch and burn as he pushed into my ass.

“Your turn,” Taylor added, shooting me a wry smile and nodding at my half-unbuttoned trousers.

I felt myself flush as I pushed my trousers and underwear off, eternally thankful I’d worn a pair of boxer-briefs today.

“Damn, you’re perfect,” Taylor said as I stepped out of my clothes.

“I’m really not.”

“Yes, you are.” He stepped close to me, crowding me against the door again. Our cocks brushed together, and I moaned as Taylor ran his hands across my chest and stomach, down to my thighs before reaching around to grab my ass, pulling me against him. “So fucking sexy.” He nipped at my neck and my jaw before drawing me in for more kisses that were all teeth and tongues as he ground his hips against me.

“Get on the bed.” Taylor’s voice was low and demanding. “Hands and knees. I’ve waited a long time to see your perfect ass.”

I whined as he pulled away from me, but his words had heat burning across my skin. Taylor was everything I’d ever wanted in a sexual partner, and now he was bringing all my fantasies to life.

I crawled onto the bed, leaning on my forearms and pushing my ass into the air, silently pleading for more. My cock was so hard it was aching, and I was close to begging Taylor to touch me.

“Fuck, look at that ass,” Taylor said, running his hand down my cheek and squeezing it, making me moan into the sheets. “I can’t wait to be inside it.”

“Oh God, please! I want that. Need you, Taylor.”

“I know.” I heard the desire in his voice, silken and smooth. He slipped his thumb between my cheeks, teasing my hole as I whined. “I’m going to pound you so hard you forget your own name.”

There was something oddly familiar about those words as if I’d heard them recently, but I couldn’t think where and my brain was too lust-drunk to think clearly. It had probably been in some porn I’d watched the other day, because I hadn’t had sex in months.

His fingers slipped away, and somewhere behind me I heard Taylor rummaging in a drawer, presumably to find lube and condoms. I chuckled as he threw a box of Durex onto the pillows.

“Do you think we’ll need that many?” I asked, twisting my head to look at him over my shoulder. Taylor gave me another of his wicked smiles as he clicked open the bottle of lube in his hand.

“I don’t think once is going to be enough.”

I wanted to say something else, but instead I gasped as I felt the cold trickle of lube between my cheeks and the teasing touch of Taylor’s finger. I groaned as he pressed one inside me.

“More,” I groaned as he pumped his finger in slowly. “I need more.”

“Look at your greedy hole,” he said, and I moaned as he pushed another finger inside me. “So desperate for me.” He smacked my cheek, and I gasped, loving the slight sting. My dick was leaking a steady string of precum onto the bed, and fuck, I wanted his cock inside me so badly.

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