Page 12 of Screens Apart

“That’s enough,” I said, pulling my fingers from his lips. The desperate whine Simon made went straight to my dick. I ran my hand across his ass, squeezing the firm muscle before giving it a gentle smack. It was nothing more than a tease, but Simon still moaned.

We weredefinitelygoing to explore that. Just not today. Today, I had other things I wanted to do.

I sank to my knees behind him, running my hands up and down his thighs, loving the way Simon leant into my touch. I’d always loved taking charge in bed, and taking my partner’s apart, but Simon’s responsiveness made me want things I’d never wanted before.

I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as possible, not only because I enjoyed it, but because he deserved it. Even if I couldn’t tell him that without it leading to a very awkward conversation. We’d agreed this was just about sex, and I had to remember that.

“Your ass is so fucking incredible,” I said, kneading one cheek with my hand before sliding my fingers under the lace.

“It’s not that great.” Simon’s voice was shaking, and I couldn’t help but tut.

“It’s the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I said, smacking his cheek again in a gentle reprimand. I wished he could see what I saw—that his body was perfect the way it was. “I’d never lie to you.”

“Okay.” Simon didn’t sound convinced, but I didn’t want to press the issue. Instead, I pulled his panties to one side, exposing the furled pink skin of his hole. It was still sticky with lube, and I moaned because my suspicions about what he’d been doing when I got home had been confirmed. Fuck, I wished I could have seen that. I would bet money the reality would be so much better than all the fantasies in my head.

I ran my fingers across his hole, teasing it while Simon moaned. “Were you having fun without me Simon?” I asked, allowing my voice to drop and watching in delight as he squirmed. “You weren’t expecting me home early, were you? Did you fuck yourself with your dildo, imagining it was me inside you?”

“Y-yes.”

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” I gently pressed one finger into him. His ass was still slick and stretched, pulling me in, and it took all my willpower not to just bend him over and fuck him right then. I’d wanted to make the most of our evening by dragging this out for as long as possible, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience for that anymore.

“No,” he answered, gasping as I pushed another finger inside, rubbing them across his prostate. Simon moaned, fucking himself back on my fingers, his words coming out rushed and broken. “Couldn’t wait. Shit. Needed you.”

Something warm and bright fluttered inside my chest at the idea of him needing me, but I pushed it away because I didn’t have time for that shit. Instead, I slid a third finger into his stretched hole.

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

“Patience.” I chuckled at all the delicious ideas that had suddenly popped into my head. “I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”

“Fuck,” Simon groaned. “Do I need to beg?”

“I really don’t think that will help.” I smirked, carefully sliding my fingers out of him and revelling in the way that he whined, his empty hole fluttering desperately. “Even if you do sound amazing when you beg for my cock.”

“Fuck. Taylor, please. Stop teasing me.”

“You really have no patience.” I heard Simon open his mouth, probably to attempt to give a sarcastic response, but his words turned to strangled moans when I leant forward and licked a stripe over his hole.

“Oh. Oh shit.” A little wave of delight washed over my skin at his reaction. I ran my tongue over him again, teasing his rim as I began to work my tongue into his hole, kissing and licking him before fucking him with my tongue. I loved the deep, musky taste of him, even if it was slightly tainted with lube. Maybe I’d buy him some flavoured lube, just in case this happened again. Although I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if Simon’s ass tasted of strawberry.

“Get on the bed,” I said, sitting back on my heels and snapping the panties back into place.

“Wait.” Simon turned around and pulled me in for a kiss, drawing a deep moan from me as he licked into my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue. “I want to ride you.”

“Fuck yes.” I nodded, kissing him again, my hands caressing his chest and pinching his nipples. I’d wanted to lay him out and explore his body a little more, but the idea of watching him bounce on my cock was too tempting. “But leave your panties on.” Simon looked concerned for a second, and I wondered if he was worried about ruining them. I couldn’t have that. I never wanted him to worry.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll buy you a new pair if I ruin them.” I kissed him again, slower and sweeter this time. “I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want.”

Simon chuckled. “That’s tempting. Do you know how expensive good underwear is?”

“Hey,” I said. “I never said they’d be good ones! If I’m going to rip them off you and cover them in cum then I’ll be bulk buying them from Primark.”

I’d meant it offhandedly, but Simon groaned against me, his cock twitching in his panties against my hip. I was definitely filing that idea away for later. I wondered how hard I’d have to pull to rip a cheap pair of panties off him. Maybe I could just rip them open at the back?

Or maybe I could buy him assless panties instead?

Then again, wouldn’t it be nice to spoil Simon and buy him all the beautiful underwear he deserved?

Nope.

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