Page 21 of Screens Apart

“Of course,” I said, sliding off the bed to stand beside him, reaching up to press kisses down the side of his neck. “I told you I’d buy you panties.”

“Yeah,” Simon said with a weak chuckle. “Primark ones. And these definitely aren’t Primark. What the fuck did this cost?”

I smacked his ass, loving the way he gasped as I rubbed my hand across the firm muscle. “That’s not for you to worry about,” I said. “They’re a gift.”

I wasn’t going to tell Simon the extortionate amount I’d spent on three pairs of panties, some stockings and a garter belt. He’d kill me. It was definitely not the sort of money you spent on a fuck buddy.

“Thank you,” Simon said. “You, you really didn’t have to.”

“I did,” I said, kissing down his jaw. “I saw them and knew I needed to see you in them.”

“That sounds like a terrible excuse, but I’ll allow it.” Simon’s voice caught as I caressed his ass and brought my other hand up to tease his nipple. I loved teasing him while he was trying to concentrate on other things. It was so much fun to watch him fall apart under my fingers, his words fading away to breathy moans and pleas.

“Good. You still have one more to unwrap,” I said, stepping away and noting the tiny whine that slipped from Simon’s lips. His cock was already tenting his loose jogging bottoms, making me drool. I desperately wanted to get my mouth and hands on him again, but I also couldn’t wait to see Simon’s face when he opened the final package.

“It’s not lingerie this time, but I think you’ll still enjoy it.”

Simon quirked an eyebrow at me in confusion but didn’t say anything as he reached for the final parcel. This one was a solid, rectangular shape, and the paper fell away to reveal a simple black box underneath. A little furrow appeared between Simon’s eyebrows as he turned the box over, checking for any labelling. I almost wanted to laugh because he was so damn cute, especially when the box rattled as he turned it over.

“Why don’t you open it?” I said.

“Okay.” Simon’s tongue licked over his lips as he prized one end of the box open. Then he gasped, tilting the box up and watching as a smoky black dildo slid into his outstretched hand.

I’d discovered, to my delight, the store also stocked a range of gorgeous sex toys, and I’d been unable to resist adding on to Simon’s collection. This one was made of glass, with a tapered end that curved slightly upwards and a ribbed body that would allow me to tease him beautifully. This had been a purely selfish purchase. As soon as I’d seen it, all I could think about was making Simon scream.

“Oh,” Simon said, turning it over carefully in his hands. “Wow…”

“Do you like it?” I was more nervous than I had been when I asked about the panties because his delight in those had been clear. “I thought you might like one that’s not battery powered.”

“It’s beautiful.” Simon tilted his head to look down at me, his hazel eyes wide with surprise and delight. “I just… why would you spoil me like this? I mean, this all must have cost a fortune. I don’t get it.”

“Just because,” I said, trying to think of a way to explain it without letting my true feelings slip out. “And besides, you deserve it. You’re amazing, Simon. I wish you could see that.”

I forced my mouth closed before it could continue spilling my secrets, even though part of me wanted to tell him I wasn’t sure this was just sex any more. That I had real feelings for him, feelings I didn’t want but couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard I tried.

Every time I tried to tell myself what a terrible idea dating Simon would be, my traitorous brain would just remind me of the million reasons why it wasn’t. And every time I tried to push my feelings down and lock them away, they bobbed to the surface like a life raft.

My heart refused to let go of this sweet, wonderful man, and it was getting harder and harder to keep my emotions in check.

I just had to distract myself. Then I wouldn’t be thinking about how much I liked Simon, I’d just be thinking about how much I wanted to fuck him instead. I’d deal with the rest of my feelings later.

Except Simon was looking at me, eyes full of suspicion as if he was starting to figure out there was something more going on here, and fucking hell, I was not ready for that conversation.

“I thought we could use it tonight.” I slid closer to Simon again, leaning up to whisper in his ear, slipping my hand under his t-shirt to stroke over his abs and up to caress his nipples as I continued. “I want you to put on a pretty pair of panties for me, then I want to cuff your hands together and go through your toy collection until you’re screaming my name. And I don’t want to edge you this time. Tonight, I want you to come over and over until you have nothing left to give me.” I paused to nip Simon’s ear and place a deep, sucking kiss behind it on the sensitive skin. His breathing was already shallow, and his heart was racing. He moaned as my lips pressed to his neck. “Would you like that?”

“Y-yes. Please, Taylor. Want that,” he said, nodding furiously as he spoke. “Want you.”

“Good, because I can’t wait to take you apart.” I pinched his nipples lightly before sliding my hand out and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Take this off.”

I stepped back to watch, slowly rubbing my dick as Simon’s perfect torso was revealed. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I wanted to pin him down and cover him in hickeys, leaving little marks on his skin so tomorrow he’d remember he was mine. I’d never been possessive like this before. Sure, I liked leaving hickeys, but that was mostly because of the way the men had reacted when I’d sucked on the sensitive skin of their thighs and hips, not because I wanted them to know they were mine.

Simon reached for the waistband of his jogging bottoms, giving me a look that asked if I wanted them off too.

“No, I want to do that.”

I eased my fingers under the waistband, tugging them over his ass and sinking to my knees in front of him as I pulled them over his thighs and down to the floor, smirking as his erection sprang free. I loved that I could make him hard with just some wicked promises.

“What are you—” Simon started to ask, but his question melted away as I leant forward to press my lips to his hips, trailing kisses down them towards his dick. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as I turned my attention to his other hip, running my tongue across the skin and ignoring his cock.

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