Page 17 of Taylor
“Fuck, Caleb,’ he grates out as he sits upstraight.
“Uh huh,” is the only noise I can make as I feel every inch he’s givingme.
His hands run down my thighs and one of them grabs my cock again, which is begging for release against mystomach.
“Uh, fuck,” I groan as his giant hand strokes me. My orgasm hits me all of a sudden and I feel like a fucking teenager again, coming way too soon. My cock pulsates in Taylor’s hand as hot cum lands on myskin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Taylor says as he stares down at my stomach. “My turn,” is the only warning I get before he ups his tempo until he’s fucking me into themattress.
It’s not long before I’m hard again and feel another orgasm building. I take it upon myself to fist my cock this time. Taylor’s too engrossed in chasing his own pleasure. The sight of him thrusting in and out of me with his head thrown back and his muscles pulled tight is too much, and a few strokes later, I’m comingagain.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” I admit into his neck a few minutes later. I can only describe the sound Taylor made when he came inside me as a roar. The image was so fucking feral it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. He immediately fell on top of me, a panting, sweaty mess. I couldn’t think of a fucking better place to be than underneath him rightnow.
I feel his body shudder with his laughter. “I fucking loved it,” he comments as he pulls out of me slowly and rolls over to his side. “You come as much as you like, as long as it’s me you’re doing it for.” He props himself up on his elbow after disposing of the condom over the side of the bed, and looks down atme.
“I knew it would be worth the wait but I really could’ve done with that a long timeago.”
I smile at him sleepily because I don’t want to admit that maybe I’ve been wrong all this time. If I went home with him that night, maybe I would have found what I’d been looking for backthen.
“Don’t look at me like that,Caleb.”
“Like what?” I askinnocently.
“Like you’re regretting it already. I’m not going to do anything stupid now I’ve got you here. You have to trustme.”
My heart beats a little faster hearing those words, but my mind’s still telling me not to trust him. He’s a great friend, an amazing person, but I still have this fear that he’s going to rip meapart.
“Trust me, Caleb,” he begs. “I want this. I want this as much, if not more, than youdo.”
“Okay,” I whisper before stretching up and kissing him gently. I really hope he’sright.
