Taylor spanked me again sharply. “Stay still, sweet boy. I still haven’t decided what I want.” He paused, soothing my skin. “What can I have, Simon? I want you to be honest with me. We may be dating now, but that doesn’t change this. You still have your traffic lights, and if you want one, a safeword. Promise?”
I knew he was serious, and I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I promise.”
“Good boy.” Taylor squeezed my cheek, sending ripples of desire through me. “So tell me, what can I do to you?”
“Anything,” I said. “Please, Taylor. I need you.”
He chuckled, his fingers sliding under the edge of my panties, tapping the flared base of the plug. “You should learn to be patient.”
“I-I don’t think I’ll ever learn that,” I said, struggling to get the words out as Taylor teased me with the plug.
“Oh, I have ways to teach you.” I couldn’t help but moan at all the filthy fantasies that flooded my mind. Taylor chuckled hungrily, and I knew he was imagining the same things. “But not today.”
I let out a shuddering breath. Taylor pushed the plug back into place before running his fingers over the lace edges of my lingerie.
“Today, I’m going to enjoy the delicious treat you’ve laid out for me.” He grasped the waistband, tugging the panties over my thighs. I’d put them on last, so it was easy to slide them off over my garter straps and stockings, leaving me open and exposed, my hard cock leaking precum onto the sheets. Taylor made a pleased sound under his breath.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with such a pretty ass.” His hand stroked up and down the inside of my thigh and instinctively I spread my legs a little wider. I gasped as his fingers traced over my balls, rolling them in his hand before he wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Such an eager boy. You’re so hard for me already.”
“Yes,” I groaned, whining as he stroked my cock slowly. Part of me had hoped Taylor would see me like this and fuck me straight away, but he seemed intent on drawing it out and teasing me. I wasn’t sure whether this was worse or infinitely better. I was already so turned on I couldn’t think straight, my body thrumming like a live wire. My eyes were screwed shut, and all I could focus on were the millions of sensations running through me. Taylor ran his thumb over the swollen, wet head of my cock, smearing my precum over my skin. I moaned and bucked into his hand, desperately chasing the sensation. “Please… more. I need…”
“I know what you need, sweet boy.” I heard him moving and felt the mattress shift, then the perfect heat of his mouth enveloped my cock. I groaned, my hips twitching, but Taylor placed a soothing hand on my thigh, grounding me and holding me still. I loved the way he teased me, loved the way he used me, loved the way he made me feel safe and wanted and desired. I’d never felt that from anyone before Taylor came along.
Taylor sucked my cock deeper into his mouth, his fingers caressing my thigh. The sloppy sounds filled my ears, driving me wild. Moans fell from my mouth, accompanied by broken words of desperation. Taylor knew my body almost better than I did, and he pulled off with a final suck before he took me too far, trailing his tongue over my balls and down my taint.
I gasped as his tongue teased the base of the plug, his fingers grasping it again, gently teasing it in and out, the tiny movements driving me wild. Taylor hadn’t shaved this weekend, and his stubble scraped against my skin, adding another layer of sensation. Usually he was fastidious about shaving because he said he hated the itch of stubble and how it made him look, but I was starting to seriously consider begging him not to shave on the weekends so I could feel the delicious burn of his stubble against my cheeks when he ate my ass. With a final lick to the edge of my hole he withdrew, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining desperately.
“I know, baby. I know,” he said.
“Fuck, Taylor. I need you. Fuck me, please.”
“Soon.” The bed shifted, and I heard the rustle of clothing. I opened my eyes, twisting my head to look at him. Taylor was standing next to the bed, looking every inch as handsome as he always did. He’d ditched the jumper he’d been wearing earlier, leaving him in a close-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were now popped open so I could see the dark front of his boxer-briefs. His dick was already straining against the material, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to get my mouth on him. Taylor smirked. Apparently, we’d both had similar thoughts.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asked, eyebrows raised, a wry smile playing across his lips.
“Yeah, but first I want to suck your dick.”
“Come here then.”
I smiled, sitting up and moving myself until I sat on the edge of the bed. Then I slowly lowered myself onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. I probably could have stayed on the bed, but there was something extra sexy about being on my knees in front of him. I was taller and stronger, but Taylor was the one in charge here. And I adored every second of it.
I pushed his hands away from his jeans. “This is mine now.” He snorted, and I chuckled.
“You’re very possessive.”
“Whose fault is that? You happen to have the world’s best dick. I can’t help it if I get a little possessive.” I tugged at his jeans, sliding them over his thighs before leaning forward to mouth his erection through the soft, dark material of his boxers. If
