I swallowed and nodded again. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then I’d like you to put those on for me, sweet boy.” Taylor stepped across the room, leaning over the bed. I tilted forward so our lips met in a kiss that promised so much. “And then I have a surprise for you.”
“I thought we said no presents?”
“I know, but this is a present for both of us, so I’m not counting it.” I snorted and Taylor kissed me again. I should’ve known he’d break the “no present” rule as soon as I made it. “I’ll be back in a second. If you’re ready before I’m back, I want you on all fours for me.” With one final kiss, he pulled away, sauntering out of the room.
I leapt up, pulling my t-shirt and boxers off before toeing off my socks, chucking them into the far corner of the room to be salvaged later. I grabbed the duffle bag I’d strategically placed on my side of the bed, just in case.
Dropping it on the bed, I unzipped it, taking a moment to admire the mountain of satin and lace in front of me. The sight of so many pretty panties made my heart swell with happiness. They were stacked neatly by colour, so it wasn’t hard to find the ones Taylor had asked for. The matching hold ups were tucked neatly down one side.
These had been a just because present from Taylor a couple of months ago. He’d presented me with the bag, saying he’d seen them in the window of a store and he’d just had to see me in them. That had been a very memorable evening. I got the feeling this one would be even better.
I pulled the panties on, tucking my half-hard dick into the front and making sure the cut-out sat perfectly on my ass before perching on the bed to roll the holdups on, loving the way they hugged my thighs. Once upon a time, I’d been self-conscious of my thick thighs, but Taylor’s constant praise of my body had helped me love myself a little more.
Taylor’s footsteps sounded outside the room, and with seconds to spare I hopped onto the bed, crawling into the middle and positioning myself on all fours for him.
“Damn! You’re so fucking perfect. Just look at you.” Taylor’s voice sent a rush of desire through me, and I couldn’t help sticking my ass out a little more. “Can I take a picture, baby? One for me and one for the blog?”
My cock pulsed, straining against the satin front of the panties. I loved it when he took pictures of me. Taylor had a login for the blog now as well so he could post. It had been my suggestion, and he’d taken the responsibility very seriously. Over the past year, it had evolved into more of a joint blog, even if the photos were still mostly of me.
Somehow it was hotter to post photos he’d taken. There was something sexy and possessive about it, like he was showing me off. Our followers liked it too. People loved seeing me covered in his cum, my panties stained and ruined. Sometimes we’d look through the comments together, but we never got very far before it dissolved into sex.
“Yes. Please.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Taylor moving around, holding his phone out. Usually we used a camera unless we were in a rush. Although, right now, I wasn’t even sure where the camera was.
“Stick that ass out for me. That’s it. Good boy. I can’t wait to show everyone how good you look like this. All for me.”
“Y-yeah, all for you. Always.”
He leant over the edge of the bed, drawing me into a kiss. “Always.” He broke away, smirking. “I’m going to take another later when I’ve ruined you.”
I moaned, my mouth chasing his. He stepped back, raising an eyebrow playfully and making a little tutting noise that sent delicious anticipation thrumming through me.
“Would you like your present now?” he asked. I nodded. Taylor opened his other hand, revealing a slim, black plug I hadn’t seen before. It had little ridges along it that I knew would hit my sweet spot whenever I moved. “I want you to wear this while we have dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“So sweet for me.” He leant in for another kiss. “I’ll put it in now, and then the pizza should be here. And no, you don’t have to eat in your panties if you don’t want. I don’t know how warm the living room is.”
“Thanks.” He was so sweet and thoughtful. I hadn’t even thought about working out how to turn the heating on, which we probably needed to do since it was November. “I’ll probably just grab a jumper and some joggers. I know where they are, and they’ll be easy to throw off later.”
“I like your thinking.” Taylor moved around the bed, and I heard the click of a bottle of lube. I had no idea where it had come from, but I assumed he’d brought it through with the plug. I gasped as I felt the first touch of his cool fingers sliding down my crack and under the cut-out to tease at my hole.
Taylor’s touch was almost clinical, intended to open me up quickly and carefully. His other hand stroked over my ass and down my thigh, ignoring my cock.
As he slid the plug inside me, another moan slipped from my lips. As I’d thought, those ridges felt divine. If I’d been hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to eat dinner without a painful hard-on, I’d been wrong. God, I just wanted to come, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen until Taylor wanted me too. He was an expert at pressing all my buttons and leaving me right on the edge.
The doorbell rang, sharply cutting through
