“Get on the bed,” I said, sitting back on my heels and snapping the panties back into place.
“Wait.” Simon turned around and pulled me in for a kiss, drawing a deep moan from me as he licked into my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue. “I want to ride you.”
“Fuck yes.” I nodded, kissing him again, my hands caressing his chest and pinching his nipples. I’d wanted to lay him out and explore his body a little more, but the idea of watching him bounce on my cock was too tempting. “But leave your panties on.” Simon looked concerned for a second, and I wondered if he was worried about ruining them. I couldn’t have that. I never wanted him to worry.
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll buy you a new pair if I ruin them.” I kissed him again, slower and sweeter this time. “I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want.”
Simon chuckled. “That’s tempting. Do you know how expensive good underwear is?”
“Hey,” I said. “I never said they’d be good ones! If I’m going to rip them off you and cover them in cum then I’ll be bulk buying them from Primark.”
I’d meant it offhandedly, but Simon groaned against me, his cock twitching in his panties against my hip. I was definitely filing that idea away for later. I wondered how hard I’d have to pull to rip a cheap pair of panties off him. Maybe I could just rip them open at the back?
Or maybe I could buy him assless panties instead?
Then again, wouldn’t it be nice to spoil Simon and buy him all the beautiful underwear he deserved?
Nope.
Still not going there.
“You look like you’re thinking. That’s very dangerous you know.” Simon gave me a smile, his fingers cupping my jaw. “You okay?”
“Of course,” I said, regaining my composure and beating my traitorous thoughts into a box where I could lock them away and throw away the key. “I was just thinking about what colour panties I want to see you in next time.”
“I’ll have to show you my collection,” Simon said, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. “I have quite a few pairs.”
“Oh, you’re showing me.” I gave him another kiss before pulling away and climbing onto the bed, propping myself up on Simon’s pillows. “I’m going to watch you model every single pair for me.”
Simon nodded, chewing his lip, his blush deepening to a beautiful magenta colour. “I’d like that. I, um, I have some other bits too… if you’d ever want to see them. Stockings and things.”
My cock jerked, precum dribbling onto my stomach as I imagined Simon wrapped in lace, legs covered by smooth stockings, a garter belt wrapped around his waist and stretching over his thighs. Thick Boy in Lace had posted a couple of photo sets of him wearing similar things, and if Simon looked anything like that, I’d probably have a heart attack.
“I definitely want to see those,” I said, after struggling to get my mouth to form words. I crooked my finger, beckoning him too me, watching in delight as he crawled onto the bed and straddled my thighs, producing a condom and pulling the wrapper open. “You’ll look fucking delicious, and I’m not going to be able to resist you.”
“Fuck,” Simon breathed, fingers shaking as he rolled the condom onto me. I held up a bottle of lube that I’d found tucked under one of his pillows, raising an eyebrow at him and loving the way his blush spread farther down his broad chest. I slowly poured some onto my fingers, slicking up my cock while I spoke.
“I’d spread you out and take you apart until you can’t even remember your own name, and then I’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week without thinking about me. I’d make you come all over your pretty panties for me.” I wrapped my fingers around his waist, pulling him farther onto my lap and trying to bite back a moan as my cock settled against his ass cheeks. Even through the condom I could feel the soft scratch of the lace on my dick and it was heavenly.
Simon didn’t even need prompting to pull them to one side, he simply reached his hand back, raising himself up on his knees and then slid down onto my cock.
We both groaned as his ass enveloped me, and he bottomed out in one smooth stroke, cheeks resting against my thighs. His head was thrown back, a look of pure pleasure across his face.
“God, you feel so good,” he said, grinding down on me.
“Not God, just Taylor.” I tried not to laugh as Simon raised an eyebrow at me and gave me what was supposed to be a withering stare. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down deeper onto me, thrusting up into him and replacing the terrible stare with a deep moan and a rapt expression of bliss.
“Oh shit.” Simon’s voice was soft and wrecked, and I wondered if he even realised he’d spoken. He began to rock his hips, riding me slowly and deeply, drawing as much pleasure from each movement as possible. He was beautiful to watch, and something in my stomach fluttered as if my internal organs had somehow decided to rearrange themselves without my permission.
“Fuck, you look good on my cock,” I groaned, attempting to bring my mind back to the moment instead of letting it drift into uncharted waters.
“Yeah,” Simon moaned, circling his hips, a small smile curling on his lips. The bastard knew he looked good, and he knew exactly how to press all my buttons.
Luckily, I knew how to press his too.
“Harder.” I let go of his hip to spank one of his cheeks, the sound rippling around the room and making both of us gasp.
“Such a bossy boots,” Simon said, trying to tease. I spanked his cheek again, raising my eyebrow
