Page 8 of Screens Apart

“Taylor,” I said, my words coming out as a barely intelligible groan. “Please. Need you.” Taylor simply chuckled, pushing a third finger into me, stretching me around him and curling his fingers to tease my sweet spot.

I’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone reduce me to a moaning, pleading mess, and Taylor was playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d be better than my toys, and now I was wondering how the fuck I’d be able to go back to them.

I whined as he pulled his fingers out, hating the empty feeling. I heard the rustle of a foil wrapper and then I felt the blunt head of Taylor’s cock pressing against my hole, his fingers running down my spine and grasping my hips as he pushed inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, grasping at the sheets as Taylor’s thick cock filled me. I loved the way he stretched me wide, loved the slight burn that quickly gave way to endless pleasure as he bottomed out.

This was so much better than any of my dildos.

So. Much. Better.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Taylor said, stilling inside me. For the first time his voice was shaky and breathy. I loved knowing I could do that to him.

“Fuck me.” I needed more. I needed Taylor to fulfill all those dirty promises he’d made to me. “Please.”

“You know,” said Taylor, his voice low as he leant over me to kiss and nip the skin at the back of my neck, his hips moving in a teasing grind that had me whimpering in pleasure. “I bet you’d beg so prettily for me Simon, bet you’d make the most delicious noises as you begged for my cock.”

I couldn’t do anything except moan into the sheets, gripping them tightly as Taylor began to pick up the pace, pounding into me. His cock nudged my prostate with every move, sending waves of bliss rolling over me. I knew I’d beg if he asked me to. Maybe next time he would.

Fuck, I hoped there would be a next time after tonight.

I didn’t know if I could manage if this was only a one-night thing, not now that I’d started to find outexactlyhow good Taylor was in bed. I needed to know everything else he’d do to me, and I hadn’t even had a chance to explore his body because we’d been so desperate to fuck.

Not that I was complaining.

“Fuck, your ass is amazing.” Taylor growled, pulling my hips towards him as he fucked me deep and hard, using me for his pleasure. “Such a hungry hole. So perfect for me.”

I wanted to say something, anything, in response to the delicious litany of filth and compliments streaming from Taylor’s lips, but I was too far gone for that. My whole body was burning, sweat dripping down my skin, and I could already feel my orgasm approaching, threatening to overwhelm me in a tidal wave of pleasure. I just needed a tiny bit more.

“Oh shit. Shit. Please touch me,” I said desperately. “I’m so close. Please.”

Taylor snaked his hand around my hip, his fingers wrapping tightly around my cock, jacking it at the same pace as he fucked me. He twisted his palm across the slick head of my cock and that was all it took to send me over the edge with a broken cry and a sob of pleasure.

Ropes of cum painted his hand and the sheets below me as Taylor fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging that point of sweet torment. I felt my ass tightening around him, and it only took a couple more thrusts before Taylor came with a deep groan, emptying into the condom inside me.

The two of us collapsed into a heap on the bed, both of us breathing heavily. I was absolutely wiped out from my orgasm, and I didn’t know if I should tell Taylor that that was the best sex I’d had in years, possibly ever. I didn’t think I’d ever come that hard in my life, and I really hoped he didn’t expect me to go anywhere soon because I wasn’t sure if my legs would allow me to stand.

“So?” said Taylor, giving me a smile that made my stomach flutter.

“You were right,” I said. “So much better.”

“Am I allowed to say I told you so?”

“Not without sounding like an asshole,” I said, chuckling as Taylor raised an eyebrow, considering my words.

“I’ll pass then.” He grimaced, wrinkling his nose as he lifted the hand I’d come in. “Ew, I definitely need a shower.”

“Me too,” I said. “Shit, that means I’ll have to get dressed again. I hope Steve isn’t in.”

“He won’t be,” Taylor said. “He messaged me to say he’s going to see his girlfriend tonight, so he probably won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Well, as long as that stops them having sex on our sofa, I really don’t care.” I shuddered at the memory from last week when I’d come home to find Steve and his girlfriend, Olivia, both naked on our communal sofa. I’d made him get all the cushion covers dry cleaned because there was no way I was sitting on the sofa after that.

Taylor chuckled, handing me a couple of tissues from the box beside his bed. “You could just shower in my bathroom. With me.”

“Taylor, there is no way the two of us will fit in that small box you call a shower. I’d barely fit in by myself.”

“Fine.” Taylor rolled his eyes. “Drama queen.” He smirked at me, rolling onto his side to face me, and there was a hungry look in his eyes again that made my dick twitch. “I’m sure we’d both fit in the bath for a shower though. It’s bigger than my shower.”

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