Climbing across my hips, he grasped my cock, pressing it against the furled skin of his hole.
“Remember,” he said, giving me a teasing smile. “You’re not allowed to come.” He sank down slowly onto me, groaning as he did. “Oh, fuck! Shit. I’d forgotten this. Fuck, you have a big dick.”
My hands moved instinctively to grip his hips, fingers tightening on his smooth skin as I used his presence to ground me. He was tight and hot, and my breath was coming in pants as I tried to control myself.
“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, heat blazing in his eyes.
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes. You, uh, you feel amazing.”
“So do you.” He dipped his head and nipped my lips, then pushed his tongue into my mouth, his kiss utterly claiming me.
Slowly, Taylor began to rock his hips. It felt like he was teasing me, but I wasn’t with it enough to guess whether it was deliberate or whether he was just getting use to the stretch. His fingers pinched my nipples, dragging me back into the moment and sending lightning shooting through me.
“Look at me.” Taylor’s voice was firm, but there was a tremor laced through it. I looked up at him, awe and love rushing through me. He looked so perfect in my lap, sweat beading on his flushed skin, eyes wide with desire. “Fuck, that’s it. Look so fucking good underneath me.”
“Y-yeah, shit. You feel so, ughh—” Taylor chuckled darkly as he rolled his hips, working my cock perfectly.
Taylor’s fingers rested on my chest, using me for balance as he began to pick up the pace, riding me faster and harder. Pleasure burned in my muscles, white-hot and uncontrollable. It was like an unstable chemical reaction, and all I could do was hope I survived the aftermath. I clung to Taylor’s hips as he rode me, desperately trying to force my orgasm back, but, fuck, it was hard.
Then Taylor decided to make it impossible.
He grabbed the tiny, black remote from the bed and pressed a button. In an instant, the plug in my ass started pulsing against my prostate, stronger than ever before. The dual sensations of the plug and Taylor’s perfect ass assaulted my senses. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t feel anything except exquisite, torturous pleasure.
It was too much, but it wasn’t enough. My orgasm was approaching with the force of a bullet, and I didn’t think I could stop it.
“Fuck! Taylor!” I cried. “I’m close.”
“Come for me.” His voice was a wild half growl. His hand was working his cock as fast as his hips bucked. “Fill me up.”
That was all I needed.
I came with a shout, clutching at Taylor’s hips and pulling him deeper onto my cock as I emptied inside him. Taylor gasped, crying out my name as he came, pumping thick ribbons of cum onto my chest. His channel tightened around me, squeezing the last of my orgasm out of me and drawing out my pleasure in a way I’d never felt before.
Topping had never been that good for me.
But that was because it hadn’t been with Taylor. He knew exactly what I needed and what I craved. I still didn’t know what I’d done to deserve someone as perfect as him, but I thanked the universe every day for bringing him to me. Even if the way the universe had decided to do it had been horribly embarrassing for me at the time.
Taylor collapsed onto the bed next to me, skin shining with sweat and cum, chest still heaving. Not that I was doing much better. I wasn’t sure I was even breathing. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss, my whole body almost numb with pleasure. Carefully, I reached between my legs and pulled out the plug. It was still vibrating, but not nearly as much. Either the battery was shit, or Taylor had managed to turn it down just before he came, which was an achievement in itself.
Neither of us spoke for a minute.
“So,” Taylor said finally, his voice breathy and stretched out. “I definitely think we should do that again.”
“Yeah. Agreed.”
“I like having you at my mercy.” He rolled slightly, tucking himself into my side. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him even closer. He smelt like sex and home and the familiar hints of his sea salt and samphire shower gel.
“You always have me at your mercy.”
“Very true.” Taylor chuckled. “I hope you weren’t planning on doing much tomorrow. I think I might be dead.”
“I’ll unpack, and you can direct from the bed or the sofa, depending on how far you can drag your lazy carcass.”
“Hey! I just worked very hard, thank you. I’ve earned a day of ordering you around like the Queen of Sheba.”
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, a little smile curling over my lips.
“And I promise to make it worth your while,” Taylor said, giving me a lascivious grin before tilting his chin to demand a kiss. “After all we don’t have to worry about Steve interrupting us anymore. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this flat. Many, many times.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Good.” He pulled a face and grimaced. “But first, I need a shower. I’m leaking.”
I snorted. “Thanks for the visual.”
“It’s sexy though, being filled with your cum. I can see why you like it.” He kissed me again. “Want to join me for a shower? I think this one might actually fit the two of us, well just about anyway. You can help me get all clean.”
“Before we get dirty again?”
“Exactly.”
“Or,” I said, looking around the room, “if you let me dive through quickly, I’ll make the bed while you clean up so we actually have sheets to sleep on.”
“You drive a
