Page 44 of Screens Apart

“Yes,” I groaned, whining as he stroked my cock slowly. Part of me had hoped Taylor would see me like this and fuck me straight away, but he seemed intent on drawing it out and teasing me. I wasn’t sure whether this was worse or infinitely better. I was already so turned on I couldn’t think straight, my body thrumming like a live wire. My eyes were screwed shut, and all I could focus on were the millions of sensations running through me. Taylor ran his thumb over the swollen, wet head of my cock, smearing my precum over my skin. I moaned and bucked into his hand, desperately chasing the sensation. “Please… more. I need…”

“I know what you need, sweet boy.” I heard him moving and felt the mattress shift, then the perfect heat of his mouth enveloped my cock. I groaned, my hips twitching, but Taylor placed a soothing hand on my thigh, grounding me and holding me still. I loved the way he teased me, loved the way he used me, loved the way he made me feel safe and wanted and desired. I’d never felt that from anyone before Taylor came along.

Taylor sucked my cock deeper into his mouth, his fingers caressing my thigh. The sloppy sounds filled my ears, driving me wild. Moans fell from my mouth, accompanied by broken words of desperation. Taylor knew my body almost better than I did, and he pulled off with a final suck before he took me too far, trailing his tongue over my balls and down my taint.

I gasped as his tongue teased the base of the plug, his fingers grasping it again, gently teasing it in and out, the tiny movements driving me wild. Taylor hadn’t shaved this weekend, and his stubble scraped against my skin, adding another layer of sensation. Usually he was fastidious about shaving because he said he hated the itch of stubble and how it made him look, but I was starting to seriously consider begging him not to shave on the weekends so I could feel the delicious burn of his stubble against my cheeks when he ate my ass. With a final lick to the edge of my hole he withdrew, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining desperately.

“I know, baby. I know,” he said.

“Fuck, Taylor. I need you. Fuck me, please.”

“Soon.” The bed shifted, and I heard the rustle of clothing. I opened my eyes, twisting my head to look at him. Taylor was standing next to the bed, looking every inch as handsome as he always did. He’d ditched the jumper he’d been wearing earlier, leaving him in a close-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were now popped open so I could see the dark front of his boxer-briefs. His dick was already straining against the material, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to get my mouth on him. Taylor smirked. Apparently, we’d both had similar thoughts.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asked, eyebrows raised, a wry smile playing across his lips.

“Yeah, but first I want to suck your dick.”

“Come here then.”

I smiled, sitting up and moving myself until I sat on the edge of the bed. Then I slowly lowered myself onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. I probably could have stayed on the bed, but there was something extra sexy about being on my knees in front of him. I was taller and stronger, but Taylor was the one in charge here. And I adored every second of it.

I pushed his hands away from his jeans. “This is mine now.” He snorted, and I chuckled.

“You’re very possessive.”

“Whose fault is that? You happen to have the world’s best dick. I can’t help it if I get a little possessive.” I tugged at his jeans, sliding them over his thighs before leaning forward to mouth his erection through the soft, dark material of his boxers. If he was going to tease me, I was going to tease him. It was only fair.

Taylor groaned, his hand reaching for my hair. “Fuck, I love you. You’re so cute.”

“I love you too.” It still felt strange to say those words out loud after thinking them for so long. I still couldn’t quite believe Taylor loved me, but every time he said the words it felt more real.

I soon got bored with teasing him, and pulled his boxers over his hips, licking my lips as his dick sprang free, precum beading on the head. I put my tongue out as I grasped the base of his cock in one hand, licking over the head and moaning as the salty taste of him burst across my tongue. I wanted to go slow and drag it out until Taylor was frustrated and demanding, but I had no patience for that. Instead, I opened my mouth and swallowed him down until my lips met my hand. Not having a gag reflex came in useful sometimes.

Taylor groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. Take my cock.” I held him as deep as I could until I had to pull back, saliva dripping from my lips and his dick.

“Fuck my face,” I said, looking up at him from under my lashes. I knew he couldn’t resist me like this, on my knees for him with a wet, swollen mouth, wearing the lingerie he’d chosen for me.

“Anything you want, sweet boy.” Taylor’s smile was wicked and hungry, and he was looking at me like I was his last meal. I wrapped my lips around his cock, letting my mouth and throat relax, and resting one of my hands on his thigh. I knew if it got too much, I could tap Taylor’s leg and he’d stop.

I moaned as he thrust into my mouth. It was a slow, testing motion. Taylor always started carefully as if he worried he might hurt me. I loved how much care he took of me, and I’d never felt so treasured. But right now, I didn’t want to be treated like I was made of glass. I wanted him to fuck my face. I reached around to grab his ass, pulling his cock deeper into me. Taylor chuckled.

“Are you desperate for it, baby?”

I moaned in response, attempting to nod my head. Taylor’s fingers gripped my hair and my body thrummed in anticipation. The next thrust of his hips was harder, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I groaned around him as he picked up the pace, using my mouth. It was everything I’d wanted. Spit dripped down my chin, my eyes threatening to water as pleasure burned through me. My cock ached between my legs and it took all my willpower not to stroke myself. The only thing stopping me was the knowledge it would be so much better if I waited. Taylor would make me soar.

“Fuck!” Taylor gasped sharply, pulling back. I whined pitifully, hating the feeling of being empty. “Your mouth is so good.” He reached for my hand, gently encouraging me to stand. His mouth found mine in a desperate, heated kiss, his tongue tracing my lips and exploring where his cock had been a few moments before. “Gonna make me come, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Get on the bed, Simon.”

“Can I request one thing?” I asked, my fingers stroking over Taylor’s chest, toying with his nipples. I knew if I didn’t tell him what I wanted now, I’d forget as soon as I felt his cock inside me again.

“Anything.” Taylor kissed me softly. “What do you want?”

“Will you… I want you to come on me,” I whispered against his lips. “Mark me as yours.” Taylor groaned, his hands tightening on my waist. My heart fluttered, a shiver of delight running across my skin. He was like beautiful putty in my hands. “Do you remember what I told you once when we were messaging?”

Taylor swallowed. “You told me lots of things. Remind me.”

“That for the right man, I’m a total cumslut.” I traced my fingers down his chest, sliding my hand between us to grasp his slick cock. “That I love the taste of cum… and I love it when a man unloads on my face.”

Taylor moaned, his hands pulling me closer as his lips found mine. “Is that what you want?” he growled, nipping at my lip. “Want me to treat you like the slut you are? Want me to come on your pretty face so you know you’re mine?”

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