“Sounds perfect,” Taylor said, giving me one of his soft, sweet smiles that made my insides melt.
We ended up watching three episodes in total, polishing off all the food and half the bottle of whiskey. The show was great, but it was made even better by Taylor’s running commentary and occasional snorts of derision.
“I don’t think it works like that,” he said, raising an eyebrow as the lead detective seduced one of the women he was supposed to be getting information from. “I think that’d get him fired.”
“Oh please,” I said. “Like you’d say no to him.”
I definitely wouldn’t. He was tall, dark, and handsome and looked as if he could easily bend me over the desk in his office and fuck me hard. I was a big guy, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be in charge. I loved it when other guys told me what they wanted, and I loved it when they pounded me so hard I saw stars.
Unfortunately, guys like that were incredibly few and far between. Most men took one look at me and saw an alpha top who they could use to live out their Daddy fantasies. I’d been called Daddy by one too many eighteen-year-olds in the past year, so I’d stopped going to bars.
I was only twenty-seven for God’s sake!
All I wanted was a boyfriend who wouldn’t make me top all the time and was a decent human being. I didn’t think I was asking for much, but apparently, that was like trying to find an actual unicorn.
“I would,” Taylor said, and my thoughts skidded to a halt. “Say no that is. He’s not my type.”
Well, that was interesting.
“And, um, what is your type?” I swallowed hard. I’d always imagined Taylor would be like most of the twinky guys I’d met—firmly on the bottom end of things—but maybe I was wrong.
Holy fuck, please let me be wrong.
Taylor looked at me, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining the hungry look in his eyes. “Let’s just say, I don’t really go for the dominant type.” He smirked at me.
“Oh…” My mouth had gone dry, and my chest was tight. I had no idea if that meant what I thought it meant, but apparently I was tipsy enough to ask, because the next words out of my mouth were, “Aren’t you a bottom?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I couldn’t believe I’d asked that. That was so rude of me.
It wasn’t like we were dating or even hooking up.
Shit.
But Taylor just laughed, throwing his head back, the sparkling sound sending a hurricane of butterflies through me.
“Not really,” he said. “I mean, I’ll do it occasionally, but it’s not my personal preference.” I could feel my face heating, and I was pretty sure I was now the colour of a tomato. “I’d much prefer to have a strong, sexy man underneath me and at my mercy.”
“Fuck.” The word fell from my lips before I could stop it. This was so perfect and so dangerous. The man I had a crush on, who I’d deliberately locked my feelings away for, was the sort of man I desperately wanted.
I needed to get out of there before I did something monumentally stupid.
Thankfully, the episode had just finished, the credits scrolling across the screen, which gave me the perfect opportunity to escape.
“I’m, um, I’m gonna head to bed,” I said, practically falling over myself as I tried to climb off the sofa. “Yeah… this was really fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” Taylor’s voice was soft and silken, ringing in my ears as I stumbled down the corridor.
As soon as the bedroom door was closed behind me, I grabbed my phone, shrugging off my clothes and falling onto the bed.
thick boy in lace Hey, are you still around?
mr. smith Of course gorgeous boy. What’s up?
thick boy in laceI’m kinda tipsy and really fucking horny
The alcohol and the anonymity had loosened my inhibitions, and all I knew was that I needed to come.
thick boy in lace What would you do to me?
mr. smith So many things
mr. smith But I think I’d start by sucking on those pretty nipples before I rim that tight little hole and get you all wet for me
“Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers tracing my nipples, pinching them hard and sending little sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. I slid my fingers across my stomach and past my cock, teasing my balls and rolling them in my hand. “Oh fuck.”
thick boy in lace Fuck yes. I want that so much
mr. smith Then I’d slide my fingers in, getting you ready for my dick. Teasing you until you beg
mr. smith Would you beg for me sweet boy?
Yes. Yes. Oh holy fuck, yes I would.
I could barely type a response. My phone slid through my fingers several times and nearly hit me in the face before I rolled onto my stomach, tucking my knees underneath me and sticking my ass in the air before placing my phone on the mattress in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around my cock tightly as I slowly fucked into my hand.
I desperately wanted something in my ass, needed that perfect pleasure that came from being filled, but I didn’t want to stop touching myself to grab a toy out of the drawer. All I could think about was Mr. Smith. I couldn’t stop imagining him here, holding me down and whispering in my ear as his fat cock filled me.
God, I wanted that so much.
thick boy in laceYeah, I would. I need you inside me
thick boy in lacePlease
thick boy in lace Wanna be good for you
mr. smith I know you do
mr. smith You’d be so good for me
mr. smith And I’m gonna make you scream as I fuck you. Pound that thick ass of yours until you forget your own name
mr. smith Are you touching yourself for me?
thick boy in lace Yes
I fucked my hand
