Ropes of cum painted his hand and the sheets below me as Taylor fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging that point of sweet torment. I felt my ass tightening around him, and it only took a couple more thrusts before Taylor came with a deep groan, emptying into the condom inside me.
The two of us collapsed into a heap on the bed, both of us breathing heavily. I was absolutely wiped out from my orgasm, and I didn’t know if I should tell Taylor that that was the best sex I’d had in years, possibly ever. I didn’t think I’d ever come that hard in my life, and I really hoped he didn’t expect me to go anywhere soon because I wasn’t sure if my legs would allow me to stand.
“So?” said Taylor, giving me a smile that made my stomach flutter.
“You were right,” I said. “So much better.”
“Am I allowed to say I told you so?”
“Not without sounding like an asshole,” I said, chuckling as Taylor raised an eyebrow, considering my words.
“I’ll pass then.” He grimaced, wrinkling his nose as he lifted the hand I’d come in. “Ew, I definitely need a shower.”
“Me too,” I said. “Shit, that means I’ll have to get dressed again. I hope Steve isn’t in.”
“He won’t be,” Taylor said. “He messaged me to say he’s going to see his girlfriend tonight, so he probably won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Well, as long as that stops them having sex on our sofa, I really don’t care.” I shuddered at the memory from last week when I’d come home to find Steve and his girlfriend, Olivia, both naked on our communal sofa. I’d made him get all the cushion covers dry cleaned because there was no way I was sitting on the sofa after that.
Taylor chuckled, handing me a couple of tissues from the box beside his bed. “You could just shower in my bathroom. With me.”
“Taylor, there is no way the two of us will fit in that small box you call a shower. I’d barely fit in by myself.”
“Fine.” Taylor rolled his eyes. “Drama queen.” He smirked at me, rolling onto his side to face me, and there was a hungry look in his eyes again that made my dick twitch. “I’m sure we’d both fit in the bath for a shower though. It’s bigger than my shower.”
“Hmmm,” I said, pretending to consider. “We wouldn’t both get under the water. You might get cold.”
“Well, then I guess we’ll have to think of something to keep warm.”
“You’re terrible.”
“True, but that doesn’t mean I’m not serious. I’m definitely not satisfied with just one round.” He slid closer to me, hands coming up to cup my face, drawing me into a deep, soft kiss. “You’re fucking incredible, and I need you again.”
“So are you,” I murmured, my hands wrapping around his waist to draw him closer to me. I loved the way he fit into my arms. Taylor was smaller than me, but it was already clear who held the power between us. “What is this then?” I added, asking the question that had been playing on my mind.
“Very good sex?” Taylor asked. “I mean, I’m not interested in dating anyone right now, and I’m guessing you’re not either, so why don’t we just have some fun? You’re incredibly hot and everything that I want in bed, so let’s just keep fucking until one of us wants to stop.”
I swallowed and nodded, my heart sinking faster than the Titanic. “Okay,” I said. “Sounds good to me. I’m not looking for a boyfriend anyway.”
It was a lie, but somehow it still slid off my tongue.
I wondered how long I could keep my feelings in check, how long it would be before Taylor realised how hard I was crushing on him. Because surely no-strings, amazing sex with him was better than nothing at all? It would be better for me just to bury my feelings for him as deep as I could and hope they didn’t come back to bite me in the ass.
“Good,” Taylor said, kissing me again. I felt his cock starting to harden against my thigh, and I groaned as he slid his fingers across my chest, teasing my nipples. “Because I have so many plans for you.”
Part Two: Lace
Taylor
I was starting to wonder whether the prison sentence I’d get for murdering my Managing Director was worth the emotional uplift I’d get for stabbing him repeatedly with a pencil.
A blunt pencil.
It was a goddamn blessing I was allowed to leave early on a Friday afternoon, because otherwise, Ethan’s chances of making it to the weekend were looking very fucking slim.
When I’d taken my job at the tutoring firm, I’d thought it would be interesting, maybe even rewarding. But now I was rapidly considering a career change into London’s newest serial killer. At least I’d look better than most of the men I saw on the disgusting documentaries my housemates watched in the name of entertainment. Maybe I could even convince Simon to give me some tips on how to get away with bloody murder.
At the thought of Simon, my cock twitched in my dark-grey suit trousers and a little shiver ran across my skin.
I’d been hooking up with my gorgeous housemate for nearly three weeks, and every time I thought of him my dick reminded me exactly what it thought about Simon. I was like Pavlov’s dog, except instead of food, I was being conditioned to react to thoughts of the most perfect ass I’d ever seen.
Simon was nearly every single one of my wet dreams come to life, and I still couldn’t believe he was interested in letting me fuck him.
A memory from two-nights ago floated to the surface of my thoughts—Simon stretched out on my bed, hands above his head where I’d told him to put them while I edged him mercilessly until he was a begging, whining mess before I’d fucked him so
