Page 53 of Screens Apart

“Strip your panties off,” he said. They were already soaked and half-tucked under my balls. “Wait, I want to do something first.” He grabbed his phone, which he’d left on the bedside table. “I want to take a photo for the blog, since I won’t remember to take one afterwards, and you look so pretty like this. All hard and needy for me.”

“’Kay.” I nodded, not trusting myself to try to say more. I didn’t think I was capable of anything more than single words. Taylor held up his phone for a moment, and I knew he’d probably taken at least ten photos in the seconds he’d been holding it.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. Can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Taylor threw his phone on the bed, and I quickly tugged at my panties, throwing them onto the floor next to me. I’d find them later and soak them. Taylor grabbed the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and wrapping them around my aching shaft, sending pleasure rolling through me.

Climbing across my hips, he grasped my cock, pressing it against the furled skin of his hole.

“Remember,” he said, giving me a teasing smile. “You’re not allowed to come.” He sank down slowly onto me, groaning as he did. “Oh, fuck! Shit. I’d forgotten this. Fuck, you have a big dick.”

My hands moved instinctively to grip his hips, fingers tightening on his smooth skin as I used his presence to ground me. He was tight and hot, and my breath was coming in pants as I tried to control myself.

“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, heat blazing in his eyes.

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes. You, uh, you feel amazing.”

“So do you.” He dipped his head and nipped my lips, then pushed his tongue into my mouth, his kiss utterly claiming me.

Slowly, Taylor began to rock his hips. It felt like he was teasing me, but I wasn’t with it enough to guess whether it was deliberate or whether he was just getting use to the stretch. His fingers pinched my nipples, dragging me back into the moment and sending lightning shooting through me.

“Look at me.” Taylor’s voice was firm, but there was a tremor laced through it. I looked up at him, awe and love rushing through me. He looked so perfect in my lap, sweat beading on his flushed skin, eyes wide with desire. “Fuck, that’s it. Look so fucking good underneath me.”

“Y-yeah, shit. You feel so, ughh—” Taylor chuckled darkly as he rolled his hips, working my cock perfectly.

Taylor’s fingers rested on my chest, using me for balance as he began to pick up the pace, riding me faster and harder. Pleasure burned in my muscles, white-hot and uncontrollable. It was like an unstable chemical reaction, and all I could do was hope I survived the aftermath. I clung to Taylor’s hips as he rode me, desperately trying to force my orgasm back, but, fuck, it was hard.

Then Taylor decided to make it impossible.

He grabbed the tiny, black remote from the bed and pressed a button. In an instant, the plug in my ass started pulsing against my prostate, stronger than ever before. The dual sensations of the plug and Taylor’s perfect ass assaulted my senses. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t feel anything except exquisite, torturous pleasure.

It was too much, but it wasn’t enough. My orgasm was approaching with the force of a bullet, and I didn’t think I could stop it.

“Fuck! Taylor!” I cried. “I’m close.”

“Come for me.” His voice was a wild half growl. His hand was working his cock as fast as his hips bucked. “Fill me up.”

That was all I needed.

I came with a shout, clutching at Taylor’s hips and pulling him deeper onto my cock as I emptied inside him. Taylor gasped, crying out my name as he came, pumping thick ribbons of cum onto my chest. His channel tightened around me, squeezing the last of my orgasm out of me and drawing out my pleasure in a way I’d never felt before.

Topping had never been that good for me.

But that was because it hadn’t been with Taylor. He knew exactly what I needed and what I craved. I still didn’t know what I’d done to deserve someone as perfect as him, but I thanked the universe every day for bringing him to me. Even if the way the universe had decided to do it had been horribly embarrassing for me at the time.

Taylor collapsed onto the bed next to me, skin shining with sweat and cum, chest still heaving. Not that I was doing much better. I wasn’t sure I was even breathing. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss, my whole body almost numb with pleasure. Carefully, I reached between my legs and pulled out the plug. It was still vibrating, but not nearly as much. Either the battery was shit, or Taylor had managed to turn it down just before he came, which was an achievement in itself.

Neither of us spoke for a minute.

“So,” Taylor said finally, his voice breathy and stretched out. “I definitely think we should do that again.”

“Yeah. Agreed.”

“I like having you at my mercy.” He rolled slightly, tucking himself into my side. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him even closer. He smelt like sex and home and the familiar hints of his sea salt and samphire shower gel.

“You always have me at your mercy.”

“Very true.” Taylor chuckled. “I hope you weren’t planning on doing much tomorrow. I think I might be dead.”

“I’ll unpack, and you can direct from the bed or the sofa, depending on how far you can drag your lazy carcass.”

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