“Fuck,” I groaned, the sight going straight to my own erection. I was hard enough to pound nails, and I needed him now. “Strip that shirt off and turn around,” I ordered, reaching up to unbutton my own shirt, nearly pulling the buttons off in my haste.
Simon slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head, smirking at me as he dropped it on the floor. It was as if he was revelling in reducing me to desperation. He was going to pay for that.
He turned around, leaning over the bed and pushing his ass out, looking over his shoulder at me and pulling his swollen lip between his teeth.
“Fucking hell,” I growled, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me. “You’re so fucking hot.”
The pink lace was stretched perfectly across the thick globes of Simon’s ass, highlighting the curve of his cheeks and making him look ridiculously fuckable. I wanted to pull the panties to one side and slide my cock inside him, teasing him and making him scream. I wanted to spank his ass and see the contrast of his red skin against the pink of his panties, and I wanted to watch him cover the lace in cum.
I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, dumping them in a heap on the floor. Simon groaned when my cock sprang free, and I deliberately wrapped my hand around my length, pumping it slowly and smearing my fingers with precum. I held them up for him, trying to hold back a moan when he sucked them into his mouth, licking up the offering like it was a treat.
How the hell had I ended up with someone who knew exactly how to press all my buttons without even trying?
“That’s enough,” I said, pulling my fingers from his lips. The desperate whine Simon made went straight to my dick. I ran my hand across his ass, squeezing the firm muscle before giving it a gentle smack. It was nothing more than a tease, but Simon still moaned.
We were definitely going to explore that. Just not today. Today, I had other things I wanted to do.
I sank to my knees behind him, running my hands up and down his thighs, loving the way Simon leant into my touch. I’d always loved taking charge in bed, and taking my partner’s apart, but Simon’s responsiveness made me want things I’d never wanted before.
I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as possible, not only because I enjoyed it, but because he deserved it. Even if I couldn’t tell him that without it leading to a very awkward conversation. We’d agreed this was just about sex, and I had to remember that.
“Your ass is so fucking incredible,” I said, kneading one cheek with my hand before sliding my fingers under the lace.
“It’s not that great.” Simon’s voice was shaking, and I couldn’t help but tut.
“It’s the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I said, smacking his cheek again in a gentle reprimand. I wished he could see what I saw—that his body was perfect the way it was. “I’d never lie to you.”
“Okay.” Simon didn’t sound convinced, but I didn’t want to press the issue. Instead, I pulled his panties to one side, exposing the furled pink skin of his hole. It was still sticky with lube, and I moaned because my suspicions about what he’d been doing when I got home had been confirmed. Fuck, I wished I could have seen that. I would bet money the reality would be so much better than all the fantasies in my head.
I ran my fingers across his hole, teasing it while Simon moaned. “Were you having fun without me Simon?” I asked, allowing my voice to drop and watching in delight as he squirmed. “You weren’t expecting me home early, were you? Did you fuck yourself with your dildo, imagining it was me inside you?”
“Y-yes.”
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” I gently pressed one finger into him. His ass was still slick and stretched, pulling me in, and it took all my willpower not to just bend him over and fuck him right then. I’d wanted to make the most of our evening by dragging this out for as long as possible, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience for that anymore.
“No,” he answered, gasping as I pushed another finger inside, rubbing them across his prostate. Simon moaned, fucking himself back on my fingers, his words coming out rushed and broken. “Couldn’t wait. Shit. Needed you.”
Something warm and bright fluttered inside my chest at the idea of him needing me, but I pushed it away because I didn’t have time for that shit. Instead, I slid a third finger into his stretched hole.
“Please,” Simon said. “Please, Taylor. I need you.”
“Patience.” I chuckled at all the delicious ideas that had suddenly popped into my head. “I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”
“Fuck,” Simon groaned. “Do I need to beg?”
“I really don’t think that will help.” I smirked, carefully sliding my fingers out of him and revelling in the way that he whined, his empty hole fluttering desperately. “Even if you do sound amazing when you beg for my cock.”
“Fuck. Taylor, please. Stop teasing me.”
“You really have no patience.” I heard Simon open his mouth, probably to attempt to give a sarcastic response, but his words turned to strangled moans when I leant forward and licked a stripe over his hole.
“Oh. Oh shit.” A little wave of delight washed over my skin at his reaction. I ran my tongue over him again, teasing his rim as I began to work my tongue into his hole, kissing and licking him before fucking him with my tongue. I loved the deep, musky taste of him, even if it was slightly tainted with lube. Maybe I’d buy him some flavoured lube, just in case
