It took another ten minutes for my brain to come back online, by which point the heroine and Mr. Smith were engaged in some sort of heavy make-out session. The camera panned up to linger on Mr. Smith’s face. His lips were soft and swollen, his eyes fiery with need. For a Hollywood movie, they’d sure captured the sexual intensity.
My dick twitched in my joggers as I realised I’d seen the same look on Taylor’s face a thousand times. It meant that he needed me, that he wanted me, and that he was going to take me apart piece by piece until I knew I was his.
A shiver ran down my spine, and I pulled the blanket higher up my legs, snuggling deeper into it.
The camera moved on, and my thoughts turned back to what had just happened. Now that I’d thought about it, my brain was starting to think this might not be the most terrible thing in the world. At least now I knew Taylor wouldn’t have a problem with my blog. From the sound of it, he was a big fan. Fuck, I wondered if I knew who he was? Maybe his screenname would be one I recognised. I knew quite a few of my biggest followers’ screennames because it was hard to forget the ones who’d been following me for years and liked all my photos and left sexy compliments on them.
Maybe he’d even sent me a message. I’d chatted with a few guys in the past. Sometimes it was sweet and flirty, and sometimes I’d sexted with a couple when I’d been super bored and horny. Still, it was too much to hope that Taylor was Mr. Smith. That would be amazing… and utterly improbable. There was no way my fuck buddy and the guy I was in love with was my online crush who had given me amazing orgasms and let me pour my soul out to him. It just wasn’t happening.
“You okay?” Taylor asked. I turned to find him staring at me, squinting slightly.
“Yeah, fine.”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve been staring into space for ages and you missed Mr. Smith getting naked, and I know you’d have reacted to that. He’s got a great dick.”
“Wait, he’s full frontal?” I asked, my intention immediately diverted. “Go back. I want to see.”
Taylor laughed. “I feel like I should be offended, but I told you even I’d bend over for him.” He picked up the remote and rewound the film. I stared, open-mouthed as the actor stripped off and stepped under a waterfall shower, rivulets of water running across the hard lines of his abs and down to his massive cock. Fucking hell, this was practically porn. No wonder the film had been so popular.
“Holy. Shit.”
“Yeah,” Taylor said with a sigh.
“Yours is better,” I said, giving him a wink. Taylor rolled his eyes.
“Yeah right. His dick is fucking perfect.”
“I like yours better.” I reached out and squeezed his thigh. “Seriously. I’d take you over him any day.” This was the closest I’d ever come to admitting feelings for Taylor. My heart was racing at a million miles an hour as I waited to see how he’d react. Would he reject me? Would he tell me I was stupid for even suggesting that?
Taylor gave me a soft smile, and his fingers reached for mine, interlacing our hands together. He swallowed.
“I’d choose you too.” His voice was deathly quiet, barely above a whisper, but to me it sounded like a foghorn. I leant in, not sure if he’d kiss me considering I was still pretty snotty and disgusting, but I needed to kiss him. It felt like something had shifted again, and suddenly our arrangement was built on sliding sand. Only I was starting to think that I wanted it to come crumbling down because maybe we’d be able to build something new together.
The front door slammed, and we jumped apart. I looked up to see Steve standing on the doormat, clutching his gym kit in one hand, his long blond hair scraped up into a messy bun.
“What’s up?” he asked. “You feeling better?”
“Yeah, a bit,” I said, my racing heartbeat finally slowing. “I didn’t think you’d be back until later. Didn’t you have practice?”
“It got cancelled. Loads of the guys came down with the same bug you’ve got.” Steve shrugged in his normal, nonchalant manner. “It’s fine. We haven’t got a match this weekend.”
“That’s good,” I said, not really sure what to say. Taylor looked like he was about ready to murder Steve in cold blood. Clearly, he wasn’t impressed with the interruption either.
Steve didn’t notice; he just dropped his bag and swung into the nearby armchair. “What are you guys watching?”
“Mr. Smith Will See You Now.” Taylor’s voice was as cool as his expression.
“Seriously?” Steve seemed surprised and then shrugged. “Cool. I heard the lead actress in this is super hot! You’ll just have to fill me in on what’s been happening ’cos I haven’t read the books.”
I stared at him for a second, then I just shook my head and chuckled. “Sure,” I said, and quickly began explaining. Beside me, Taylor pulled himself off the couch with a wry smile and disappeared into the kitchen. He appeared several minutes later with a two large bowls of chocolate ice cream and a couple of spoons, handing one to me.
I gave him a quick look, raising my eyebrow and flicking my eyes towards Steve. Would he think it was weird if we split a tub of ice cream? Or rude that we hadn’t included him? I didn’t really want to draw his attention to us. I mean we hadn’t told him we were hooking up.
Taylor smirked. “Hey Steve, want some ice cream?
