I moaned, my cock thickening as my hips thrust uncontrollably against Taylor’s thigh. “Yes. I want that.”
“Me too.” He drew me into another kiss, fingers tracing down my spine. “Want to start now?”
Two weeks later, I sat on my bed, my laptop resting on my knees while I looked through the results of the first shoot Taylor and I had done together.
The pictures had turned out surprisingly well, all things considered, and we’d actually managed to get through three different sets before Taylor’s lust had won out. I’d been wearing some lace-topped white holdups and a pair of white lace boyshorts that left nothing to the imagination. My dick had been hard and aching the entire time, because Taylor had peppered the whole shoot with filthy words about exactly what he was going to do to me. My dick leaked precum into my panties, leaving an obvious wet spot, and that had been it. Taylor had pinned me to the bed and pulled two orgasms out of me, making me come into my panties both times until they were drenched. Then he’d grabbed the camera and taken photos of my soaked panties clinging to my spent cock.
I looked at the photos carefully, wondering whether I should upload them or keep them for myself. The lighting in them was lovely, and I was sure they’d be popular. Everyone knew I had a boyfriend now since I’d posted that photo of myself waiting for Taylor to come home. I’d had lots of congratulatory comments, and more than a few that said that my boyfriend was super fucking lucky. Taylor had chuckled possessively when he’d seen them, then he’d laid me out on the bed and taken me apart, fucking my face and covering me with his cum.
“I’m home,” Taylor said, sticking his head around the door. He’d been out for coffee with one of the tutors he worked with who’d wanted to pick his brain about something. “Damn, I was hoping for panties instead of joggers.”
I chuckled. “Who says I’m not wearing any under here?”
“Are you?” There was a hopeful note in his voice.
“No.”
“Bollocks.” I snorted, shaking my head, a fond smile creeping across my face. Taylor was insatiable, and I loved it. I’d thought dating might take the edge off Taylor’s libido, but he seemed to have gotten hornier. Not that I minded. I was never going to complain about all the orgasms I was getting, especially since Taylor had developed a taste for early-morning blow jobs before I went to work.
“How was your coffee? Did you have fun?”
“I don’t know if fun’s the word, but it was definitely interesting.” Taylor closed my bedroom door behind him as he stepped into the room, motioning for me to scoot over as he climbed onto the bed next to me. “Aiden’s looking to start his own business. He wanted to pick my brain about a few things.”
“Oh? Like what?” I put the laptop down on the bed beside me, twisting my head to look at Taylor.
“Hiring staff, office management, HR, things like that,” he said. “He offered me a job.”
“Seriously?” I stared at Taylor, watching his face for a reaction. I knew Taylor had been unhappy at work for a while, mostly because his boss was an absolute dickhead, but he’d always seemed unwilling to find anything else when I’d broached the subject. But the fact that he was looking contemplative now, rather than dismissing the whole thing, told me what I needed to know.
“Yeah. Aiden’s looking to set up another tutoring firm. It would have an emphasis on helping children with additional needs, health issues, that sort of thing. The way I wish my job was now.” He smiled at me, picking at a thread on his jeans. “He asked me to come and run it with him, especially since I have business experience and he has an education background. He thinks we’d make a good team, and he said he’d take everything I said into consideration, especially once I’d mentioned how many hours I spend plotting Ethan’s murder. Plus, he’s already got some clients lined up and some potential tutors.”
“That sounds perfect for you,” I said. “Seriously. Why the fuck haven’t you said yes yet?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Seemed a bit bloody stupid not to think it through for at least a couple of hours and run it past my boyfriend. I think I’m going to take it though.” He leant over and kissed me, the familiar warmth of his touch washing over me. I never wanted him to stop kissing me. “What have you been doing?”
“Not much,” I said, gesturing vaguely at the laptop. “Just been editing some of the photos we took. They came out really well.”
“Even the ones of you covered in cum? Because you were a naughty boy who came in his panties. Twice.” His voice was low, and he nipped gently at my ear, pressing kisses down my neck.
“Y-yeah,” I said, trying and failing to hold back a moan. “They look great.”
“Are you going to post them?”
“Would you be okay if I did?”
“Of course. You should post the before and after so everyone knows how good you are for me and how lucky I am.”
I snorted. “You just want to make people jealous.”
“Duh. You’re mine, and I love you. And I love showing them how sexy you are. Plus, it means I can save the pictures to look at later.” He pointed at the laptop and smirked. “You should post them now before I distract you.”
“Were you planning too?” I was trying to play it cool, but I knew I was failing. I’d never be able to get enough of Taylor.
He gave me a hungry smile and winked. “Of course.”
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