Page 51 of Screens Apart

While Taylor went to get the pizza, I opened another suitcase and pulled out a pair of gray joggers and an old, comfy jumper. When I padded through to the sitting room, Taylor had opened the pizza boxes on the coffee table and had a bottle of Fanta next to them.

“Pizza and fizzy. I feel like I’m seventeen again. Is there ice cream too?” I chuckled as I sat down next to him.

“There might be if you’re a good boy.”

“I’m always good,” I said, reaching for a slice of the giant meat pizza in front of me. I gave a happy little sigh as I picked it up because Taylor had gotten stuffed crust as well. It was one of my favourite indulgences. I opened my mouth to thank Taylor, but instead of words all that came out was a high-pitched squeaking noise. The plug in my ass had started pulsing.

I nearly dropped my pizza.

Holy shit. Taylor had bought me a vibrating butt plug. And he wanted me to wear all evening…

No wonder that fucker had looked so gleeful.

“Problem, babe?” Taylor asked, reaching for his own slice of pizza, his face schooled into a look of innocent concern.

“N-no.”

“Good. Shall we watch some TV? I got Netflix all set up, and I thought we could start that series you suggested?”

The plug pulsed gently, sending ripples of vibration through my ass and making logical thought very, very difficult.

“Um…Celestials?”

“Yes, that one.”

“S-sure.”

Taylor nodded, flicking the TV on while I tried to focus on putting pizza into my mouth and not dropping it all over my lap. The episode started, and I’d just about finished my first slice when the vibrating suddenly stopped. I let out a surprised gasp, shifting in my seat. Taylor raised his eyebrow but said nothing.

I reached for another piece of pizza, waiting for the pulsing to start again, but it didn’t. And it didn’t start when I reached for another slice after that. I relaxed onto the sofa, hoping that Taylor had had his fun.

I was wrong.

We were about halfway through the first episode, when it started again. Stronger this time. Fucking hell. This thing had multiple settings.

I groaned, the sound muffling the dialogue from the show. I shifted again, my hand almost reaching for my cock.

“No.” Taylor’s voice was firm, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off the television. “You’re not supposed to touch your cock, are you?”

“N-no. But I didn’t think I’d be wearing a vibrating plug either.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s—fuck!” The vibrations turned up another notch, sending shockwaves rolling through me. The plug was resting right on my prostate, tormenting it with every single pulse. “I-I think this—fuck! This counts as cheating.”

Taylor smirked. “I never made any promises. And you look so sexy right now, all hard and desperate. I bet it’s pressing right on your sweet spot, isn’t it? And I bet it feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Fuck yes. Please.”

“No,” Taylor said, turning back to the TV. “We should at least finish this episode first.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I whined. Taylor raised an eyebrow at me.

“You’re very dramatic, you know that?”

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