“Yes, and you love it,” I said. “Now do as your told and fuck me harder. I’m not going to tell you again.”
“You make it so tempting to ignore you though,” Simon said. “I almost want to see what you’ll do to me if I don’t.”
“Do you really want to find out?” I gave him a questioning smirk. In reality, I had no idea what I’d do—probably just bend him over and turn his ass red before fucking him. Maybe edge him if I felt like teasing him.
But Simon clearly had a submissive side he’d not fully explored before, and I wanted to see what he’d do if I gently started to tease it. Not that I’d ever do anything before we could sit down and have a proper conversation though; one held with slightly more clothes on and slightly less chance that we’d jump each other before we got to the end.
Another little groan slipped from Simon’s lips, and the look on his face suggested he was thinking about the options as well.
“I’ll be good,” he said, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so fucking sweet and delicious, that I couldn’t resist kissing him. I leant up, cupping his jaw in my hand and pulling him down for a deep kiss.
“I know you will.”
I dropped back on the mattress, my fingers sliding down his chest before settling on his hips as Simon raised himself onto his knees and began to ride me fast and hard.
“Oh fuck.” His ass was so tight and hot, and occasionally I could feel the rough brush of lace against my dick as he pulled up, which sent hot spirals of pleasure burning through me. I grabbed his hips tighter, not caring if I left marks on his skin, and pulled him down onto my cock. I tilted my hips so I could hit his prostate with every pass as he rode me faster. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I couldn’t resist sitting up slightly and leaning forward to lick it off his skin as he bounced in my lap.
Simon whined as I leant forward to suck one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and gently pulling it with my teeth, leaving it wet and swollen before I moved on to the other. His head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed in an expression of bliss. Sitting up made it harder for him to do as he’d been told, but he’d been so good and had tried so hard to please me that I decided it was time to reward him and do some of the work myself.
I gripped his waist, holding him still as I fucked up into his tight hole, tagging his prostate with every thrust. All Simon could do was moan, little broken words slipping from his lips.
“Fuck, fuck. Oh shit, Taylor. I’m gonna–”
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Fill those pretty panties with cum.” I ran my fingers across his swollen cock still trapped behind the pink lace, and Simon exploded. Cum flooded his panties, soaking into the fabric as his ass tightened impossibly around my dick.
“Fuck!” I groaned, my balls tightening as my own orgasm raced towards me, and with two more deep, hard thrusts I shot into the condom with a deep groan.
We were both breathing hard, clinging to each other as we came down from our highs. I grinned up at Simon who looked deliciously fucked out, with wide eyes and a soft smile as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.
Gently I helped him onto the bed, removing the condom and tying it off, wrapping it in a tissue and making a mental note to deal with it in a minute.
“Lift your hips,” I said gently to Simon as I pulled at the waistband of his panties. “Let’s get these off before they stick to you.”
Simon chuckled but dutifully lifted his hips. “Yeah, that’s not pleasant. It sticks to your pubes.”
“That sounds like the voice of experience,” I said, throwing the stained panties on the floor and pulling him into my arms. I usually never cuddled with my hook-ups, or with anyone for that matter, but Simon was different. I didn’t want him to feel like I’d just used him to get off and was going to leave him feeling fetishized and vulnerable, especially since he’d shared a part of himself with me that he’d never let anyone see before.
I wanted him to know how much I appreciated that.
“You could say that.” He buried his head in my chest. “Is it weird to say you smell really good?” he asked after a minute.
“No.” I wanted to say the same about him.
“Good, because you do.” There was a pause. “Thanks,” he said. “For everything. For not thinking I’m weird.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, looking down to see his beautiful hazel eyes gazing at me, little flecks of green and gold spiralling through the brown. “Thank you for sharing. You look absolutely incredible.” Simon opened his mouth, probably in an attempt to deny it, so I carried on before he could get a word in edgeways. “I mean it. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re like all my fantasies come to life.” I grinned. “Don’t try and deny it or I’ll have to think of a way to make you believe me.”
Simon’s lip curled. “Well that sounds far too tempting.”
“Don’t be cheeky.” I laughed. “Or no Primark panties for you.”
Simon snorted and snuggled into me again, and a tiny part of me whispered that I could get used to this feeling.
We lay in silence for a while, both of us content to just stay there wrapped in each other. I knew we needed to get up at some point, mostly because I was starting to get hungry, but I couldn’t resist asking
