Taylor groaned, his hand reaching for my hair. “Fuck, I love you. You’re so cute.”
“I love you too.” It still felt strange to say those words out loud after thinking them for so long. I still couldn’t quite believe Taylor loved me, but every time he said the words it felt more real.
I soon got bored with teasing him, and pulled his boxers over his hips, licking my lips as his dick sprang free, precum beading on the head. I put my tongue out as I grasped the base of his cock in one hand, licking over the head and moaning as the salty taste of him burst across my tongue. I wanted to go slow and drag it out until Taylor was frustrated and demanding, but I had no patience for that. Instead, I opened my mouth and swallowed him down until my lips met my hand. Not having a gag reflex came in useful sometimes.
Taylor groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. Take my cock.” I held him as deep as I could until I had to pull back, saliva dripping from my lips and his dick.
“Fuck my face,” I said, looking up at him from under my lashes. I knew he couldn’t resist me like this, on my knees for him with a wet, swollen mouth, wearing the lingerie he’d chosen for me.
“Anything you want, sweet boy.” Taylor’s smile was wicked and hungry, and he was looking at me like I was his last meal. I wrapped my lips around his cock, letting my mouth and throat relax, and resting one of my hands on his thigh. I knew if it got too much, I could tap Taylor’s leg and he’d stop.
I moaned as he thrust into my mouth. It was a slow, testing motion. Taylor always started carefully as if he worried he might hurt me. I loved how much care he took of me, and I’d never felt so treasured. But right now, I didn’t want to be treated like I was made of glass. I wanted him to fuck my face. I reached around to grab his ass, pulling his cock deeper into me. Taylor chuckled.
“Are you desperate for it, baby?”
I moaned in response, attempting to nod my head. Taylor’s fingers gripped my hair and my body thrummed in anticipation. The next thrust of his hips was harder, pushing his cock deep into my throat. I groaned around him as he picked up the pace, using my mouth. It was everything I’d wanted. Spit dripped down my chin, my eyes threatening to water as pleasure burned through me. My cock ached between my legs and it took all my willpower not to stroke myself. The only thing stopping me was the knowledge it would be so much better if I waited. Taylor would make me soar.
“Fuck!” Taylor gasped sharply, pulling back. I whined pitifully, hating the feeling of being empty. “Your mouth is so good.” He reached for my hand, gently encouraging me to stand. His mouth found mine in a desperate, heated kiss, his tongue tracing my lips and exploring where his cock had been a few moments before. “Gonna make me come, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Get on the bed, Simon.”
“Can I request one thing?” I asked, my fingers stroking over Taylor’s chest, toying with his nipples. I knew if I didn’t tell him what I wanted now, I’d forget as soon as I felt his cock inside me again.
“Anything.” Taylor kissed me softly. “What do you want?”
“Will you… I want you to come on me,” I whispered against his lips. “Mark me as yours.” Taylor groaned, his hands tightening on my waist. My heart fluttered, a shiver of delight running across my skin. He was like beautiful putty in my hands. “Do you remember what I told you once when we were messaging?”
Taylor swallowed. “You told me lots of things. Remind me.”
“That for the right man, I’m a total cumslut.” I traced my fingers down his chest, sliding my hand between us to grasp his slick cock. “That I love the taste of cum… and I love it when a man unloads on my face.”
Taylor moaned, his hands pulling me closer as his lips found mine. “Is that what you want?” he growled, nipping at my lip. “Want me to treat you like the slut you are? Want me to come on your pretty face so you know you’re mine?”
“Y-yes, please, Taylor. I want that.”
“If you’re a good boy for me, then I’ll give you my cum as a reward.” Taylor’s teeth tugged gently on my lower lip, his finger caressing over my hip and down to my ass, squeezing my cheek. Pleasure thrummed through me like an electrical current, and I already knew I’d get what I wanted. The feeling was heady. “Get on the bed. Show me that gorgeous ass.”
Taylor released me slowly as if he was worried I wouldn’t be able to stand up by myself. I turned in his arms before crossing the short distance to the bed, crawling to the middle of it and raising my ass in the air, spreading my thighs so he’d be able to see the plug between my cheeks. I felt his eyes on me, the heat of them burning into my skin. Then, just as I was starting to get impatient, I heard him moving and felt the mattress dip as he climbed up behind me.
His fingers grasped the edge of the plug, and for a split-second I was worried he was going to tease me again. But then he slowly pulled it free, leaving me open and empty and desperate to be filled again. I groaned as he pressed two fingers into me, curling them over my sweet spot.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck me, please.”
I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and felt Taylor’s fingers slide out of me. I couldn’t wait to go
