“Y-yes. Please, Taylor. Want that,” he said, nodding furiously as he spoke. “Want you.”
“Good, because I can’t wait to take you apart.” I pinched his nipples lightly before sliding my hand out and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Take this off.”
I stepped back to watch, slowly rubbing my dick as Simon’s perfect torso was revealed. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I wanted to pin him down and cover him in hickeys, leaving little marks on his skin so tomorrow he’d remember he was mine. I’d never been possessive like this before. Sure, I liked leaving hickeys, but that was mostly because of the way the men had reacted when I’d sucked on the sensitive skin of their thighs and hips, not because I wanted them to know they were mine.
Simon reached for the waistband of his jogging bottoms, giving me a look that asked if I wanted them off too.
“No, I want to do that.”
I eased my fingers under the waistband, tugging them over his ass and sinking to my knees in front of him as I pulled them over his thighs and down to the floor, smirking as his erection sprang free. I loved that I could make him hard with just some wicked promises.
“What are you—” Simon started to ask, but his question melted away as I leant forward to press my lips to his hips, trailing kisses down them towards his dick. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as I turned my attention to his other hip, running my tongue across the skin and ignoring his cock.
“Shit. Please.” I chuckled as I brushed my fingers over his thighs, loving the way Simon instantly moved them apart for me. I began sucking kisses on the inside of his thighs, one of my hands wrapped around his hip to hold him in place. I knew this would have been much easier on the bed, where I could spread him out and play with him for hours without knackering my knees, but this was more fun. I loved being on my knees in front of him, knowing that I had that power over him despite the fact he was twice my size.
His cock twitched in front of me, precum beading at the tip of the flushed head. I couldn’t resist licking it up and flicking my tongue into the slit to lap up more. Simon gasped, his hips threatening to buck forward into my mouth.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I said, looking up at him and winking.
“P-please,” Simon said, his voice soft and desperate.
“Please what? Use your words, baby.”
“Please will you suck my cock?”
“Yes, since you asked so nicely, I will.” Simon groaned again as I slid my tongue over the head, wrapping my lips around him and sucking gently. I loved the way he tasted and the solid weight of his dick on my tongue as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. Simon’s dick wasn’t exactly small, and I could understand why so many guys wanted him to top them. But somehow that made it even better, knowing that what made him happiest in bed was my cock inside him.
My sweet boy.
“Oh fuck, shit!” Simon cried out as I took all of him into my mouth, sliding him into my throat until my nose brushed against the tight curls of his pubic hair before swallowing around him.
I pulled off his dick with a wet pop, placing a last, teasing kiss onto the swollen head. “Put your panties on Simon,” I said, my voice hoarse. Simon nodded, a stunned expression on his face. “Now, baby, we don’t have all night.”
“Which pair?”
“Your prettiest,” I said, hauling myself to my feet and trying not to wince as my knees popped. “Although maybe not the new ones, since I plan to ruin you.”
As Simon went to find a pair of panties, I stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly before pulling out the cuffs from where I’d hidden them. I was also going to need lube and condoms, plus I wanted to double-check that Simon was okay with me using his toys on him. I didn’t want to surprise him.
No matter what some people said, consent was sexy as fuck.
I wanted him to know exactly what I was going to do to him. It would make him desperate and needy, and I loved him like that.
“How about these?” Simon asked from behind me. My jaw dropped as I turned, taking in the baby-pink, silk panties that clung to him, his hard cock peeking out the top. Simon turned as I stared, taking in the tiny scrap of material that gave way to little straps that crisscrossed across his ass, a little heart charm sitting on the top of his crack. He looked sweet and seductive all at once. I groaned.
“Fuck yes,” I said. “Your ass looks fucking incredible in those.”
“Thanks.” He wiggled his butt and shot me a teasing grin over his shoulder.
“Stop that,” I added, pulling him into my arms and squeezing his ass, loving the way the silk felt against his skin. “Or we won’t make it to the bed.”
“What if I don’t want to make it to the bed? What if I want you to fuck me now?”
“Then I will, but it won’t be nearly as fun as my plans… I promised to make you scream, and I intend to. How many orgasms do you think you can give me, Simon? Two? Three? Maybe even four?”
“I want that, please,” Simon moaned, melting against me.
“Then be a good boy and lie down.” I
