“No.” I managed to force the words out as my brain came back online. I needed to tell him what I wanted before he walked away, and I lost my chance forever. Sure, Taylor was just offering sex, nothing more. But I was a thousand percent sure that it would be the best sex I’d ever had, and even if that was all I ever got from him, that would be enough.
“I want you. Please.” I licked my lips, taking a step forward. We were practically touching now. “Please, Taylor. I need you inside me.”
Taylor smiled hungrily, reaching up to caress my jaw. “Oh, Simon, we are going to have so much fun.”
He leant forward, bringing my face down to his and our lips met in a greedy kiss that had fireworks exploding across my skin. I groaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him. My fingers caressed his arms, almost unable to believe that I could touch him. Taylor nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned again, my dick oozing precum into my boxers.
Fuck, I was so turned on already I thought I might explode.
We broke apart, my breath coming in ragged pants while Taylor looked barely affected, except that his lips were pink and slick.
“Bedroom?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yours or mine?” I asked, almost hoping he’d say his. I had a feeling my camera and tripod were still out, and I wasn’t quite sure how to explain to Taylor that I took sexy photos for a hobby.
Sexy photos of me in panties.
“Mine,” Taylor said, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, his voice almost a growl. “I want to see you spread out on my bed, naked and desperate for my cock.”
I groaned, his words sending lightning down my spine because, damn, I wanted that too. Taylor smirked as he took my hand, leading me out of the kitchen and towards his room, making it seem like he was in no rush.
But as soon as his bedroom door clicked shut, I found myself being spun on the spot and pushed up against the door.
“Fuck,” Taylor said, kissing me desperately. “Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you are?” He nipped at my lip again, pulling another moan from me as he began kissing down my neck, his fingers already working to unbutton my shirt.
“N-no.” It was a struggle just to get that one word out because I was already close to wrecked, and we’d barely started. Taylor pushed my shirt over my shoulders, and I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers were hot against my skin as they ran up my stomach and across my chest, stopping to tease my nipples and roll them between his thumb and forefinger as he sucked a mark onto the sensitive skin below my collarbone.
I knew it would be covered by my shirt tomorrow, but I’d still know it was there. My dick throbbed. I loved the idea of Taylor marking me up, making sure I knew who’d brought me pleasure.
“Well you are.” Taylor ran his hands lower to the waistband of my trousers, unbuckling my belt. “I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, my head thumping back against the door. This couldn’t be real. Surely this couldn’t be real? This was the sort of thing that only happened in porn, not real life.
Then Taylor slid his fingers into the front of my trousers and squeezed my dick through the damp fabric of my boxers, and holy fuck yes, this was real.
“Shit, Taylor.” I heard him chuckle, the sound making my stomach tighten. His lips found mine again, tongue teasing my mouth as his fingers caressed my cock. My hands found his waist and the small part of my brain that was still functioning realised that Taylor was still dressed.
That wasn’t going to work. I really needed to see him naked.
I tugged his shirt loose from his waistband, trying to undo the buttons without looking because I was still focused on his mouth and the way he was kissing me. I managed eventually, and Taylor stepped back and slid it off, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open because holy fuck he was even more gorgeous shirtless than I’d ever imagined.
He looked like he should be appearing in the latest Calvin Klein advert—with his smooth chest I just wanted to run my tongue across and a delicious looking set of abs I’d never realised he had—instead of being here with me.
“Like what you see?” he teased, working at the buttons on his dark grey suit trousers.
“Uh-huh,” I said, because that was about my current level of eloquence. I swallowed and nodded. “Wow… you’re just… wow.”
“You’re cute as well as sexy.” Taylor winked at me as he slid his trousers and boxers off at once. And if I’d thought I’d been speechless before, I was even more so now.
“Fuck.” The word fell from my lips without me realising it was there.
Apparently, Taylor’s whole body was perfect, right down to his cock. I licked my lips again, imagining the heavy weight on my tongue and the delicious stretch and burn as he pushed into my ass.
“Your turn,” Taylor added, shooting me a wry smile and nodding at my half-unbuttoned trousers.
I felt myself flush as I pushed my trousers and underwear off, eternally thankful I’d worn a pair of boxer-briefs today.
“Damn, you’re perfect,” Taylor said as I stepped out of my clothes.
“I’m really not.”
“Yes, you are.” He stepped close to me, crowding me against the door again. Our cocks brushed together, and I moaned as Taylor ran his hands across my
