“Do you think we’ll need that many?” I asked, twisting my head to look at him over my shoulder. Taylor gave me another of his wicked smiles as he clicked open the bottle of lube in his hand.
“I don’t think once is going to be enough.”
I wanted to say something else, but instead I gasped as I felt the cold trickle of lube between my cheeks and the teasing touch of Taylor’s finger. I groaned as he pressed one inside me.
“More,” I groaned as he pumped his finger in slowly. “I need more.”
“Look at your greedy hole,” he said, and I moaned as he pushed another finger inside me. “So desperate for me.” He smacked my cheek, and I gasped, loving the slight sting. My dick was leaking a steady string of precum onto the bed, and fuck, I wanted his cock inside me so badly.
“Taylor,” I said, my words coming out as a barely intelligible groan. “Please. Need you.” Taylor simply chuckled, pushing a third finger into me, stretching me around him and curling his fingers to tease my sweet spot.
I’d forgotten how good it felt to have someone reduce me to a moaning, pleading mess, and Taylor was playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d be better than my toys, and now I was wondering how the fuck I’d be able to go back to them.
I whined as he pulled his fingers out, hating the empty feeling. I heard the rustle of a foil wrapper and then I felt the blunt head of Taylor’s cock pressing against my hole, his fingers running down my spine and grasping my hips as he pushed inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, grasping at the sheets as Taylor’s thick cock filled me. I loved the way he stretched me wide, loved the slight burn that quickly gave way to endless pleasure as he bottomed out.
This was so much better than any of my dildos.
So. Much. Better.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Taylor said, stilling inside me. For the first time his voice was shaky and breathy. I loved knowing I could do that to him.
“Fuck me.” I needed more. I needed Taylor to fulfill all those dirty promises he’d made to me. “Please.”
“You know,” said Taylor, his voice low as he leant over me to kiss and nip the skin at the back of my neck, his hips moving in a teasing grind that had me whimpering in pleasure. “I bet you’d beg so prettily for me Simon, bet you’d make the most delicious noises as you begged for my cock.”
I couldn’t do anything except moan into the sheets, gripping them tightly as Taylor began to pick up the pace, pounding into me. His cock nudged my prostate with every move, sending waves of bliss rolling over me. I knew I’d beg if he asked me to. Maybe next time he would.
Fuck, I hoped there would be a next time after tonight.
I didn’t know if I could manage if this was only a one-night thing, not now that I’d started to find out exactly how good Taylor was in bed. I needed to know everything else he’d do to me, and I hadn’t even had a chance to explore his body because we’d been so desperate to fuck.
Not that I was complaining.
“Fuck, your ass is amazing.” Taylor growled, pulling my hips towards him as he fucked me deep and hard, using me for his pleasure. “Such a hungry hole. So perfect for me.”
I wanted to say something, anything, in response to the delicious litany of filth and compliments streaming from Taylor’s lips, but I was too far gone for that. My whole body was burning, sweat dripping down my skin, and I could already feel my orgasm approaching, threatening to overwhelm me in a tidal wave of pleasure. I just needed a tiny bit more.
“Oh shit. Shit. Please touch me,” I said desperately. “I’m so close. Please.”
Taylor snaked his hand around my hip, his fingers wrapping tightly around my cock, jacking it at the same pace as he fucked me. He twisted his palm across the slick head of my cock and that was all it took to send me over the edge with a broken cry and a sob of pleasure.
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 hard he’d come untouched, crying my name. Simon was so much fun to tease and easily the most responsive partner I’d ever had in bed. Every time we fucked, I didn’t think it could get better. And yet somehow it did.
My cock twitched again, starting to strain against my boxers, and I winced because the middle of the District line was not the place to get a boner.
I casually slid my messenger bag over my crotch, trying to think unsexy thoughts, but all I could think about was whether I could punish Simon for giving me an erection on the Tube.
I imagined spreading him out on my bed and spanking his thick, round ass until it was a beautiful shade of red and then jacking off until I covered his skin in ribbons of cum.
Fuck, that was a beautiful idea. I wondered if he’d let me take a picture of it afterwards if I promised not to share it with anyone and to keep his face out of it. Simon was quite shy about his body, no matter how many times I told him how sexy he was, and I got the feeling he wouldn’t really be up for taking dirty photos.
I just wished he could see how gorgeous he was.
The Tube doors dinged as we pulled into the station, and I stepped onto the platform, thankful my week was over. My watch said it was only five thirty, and I wondered if Simon would be home yet. I knew he usually finished at four thirty, and on most Fridays, he skipped the gym. Plus, I already knew our other housemate, Steve, was spending the weekend at his girlfriend’s because her housemates were both away until Sunday.
I’d smiled when Steve had told me, partly because it meant I could tempt Simon into trying all sorts of delicious things with me all weekend. There were so many fun things we could do if we didn’t have to be quiet or worry about other people or have a short time limit. It also meant I wouldn’t have to listen to Steve and Olivia having sex, especially because Olivia was rather loud and squeaky.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a couple boxes of condoms on my way home, enjoying the look on the cute checkout boy’s face as he asked me if there was anything else I needed. On a whim, I bought a lottery ticket as well, because it would be the cherry on top of this weekend if I didn’t have to go to work on Monday and could tell Ethan exactly where to shove it.
Maybe if I won, I could convince Simon to come on holiday with me. I could whisk us off somewhere sunny and exotic where we could swim naked in the sea and spend hours fucking on a huge bed with crisp, white sheets.
I shook my head. That was a stupid idea.
We were fuck buddies—friends-with-benefits if you wanted to be polite about it—and nothing more. Whisking your fuck buddy away on an exotic luxury holiday so we could have sex under the stars was not something people did.
Even if there was a small voice in my head that traitorously suggested that it might be nice to have more. After all, Simon was the sweetest person I’d ever met, and his self-deprecation and self-consciousness made me want to wrap him up and protect him from the world… and himself. I wanted to tell him over and over just how gorgeous and amazing he was until he believed me.
No.
I was not going there.
I was not a relationship person. Not now, not ever.
Whatever I was feeling for Simon was nothing more than a crush, and if I buried it for long enough, it would go away, and I could go back to my everyday life.
Okay, so that probably wasn’t going to happen. But I was going to live in denial for as long as physically and mentally possible, and then deal with the inevitable heartbreak in the only way I knew how—sarcasm, bad sex, and alcohol.
The key turned easily in the lock, and I saw Simon’s dark brogues neatly placed by the hall table, indicating he was home. I smiled to myself as I placed the whiskey in the kitchen, my brain already conjuring up a thousand dirty fantasies and suggestions for how the evening could go.
I really hoped Simon was up for sex tonight because I needed to let off some steam, and it had been too long since I’d had him underneath me.
“Hi, Simon,” I called, hoping that he’d emerge from wherever he was. I couldn’t hear the shower running, and he wasn’t in the living room, so I assumed he was in his room… or mine.
Shit, what if he was waiting for me? Face down and ass up on my bed, lubed and stretched, just waiting for me to slide inside him and fill him with cum. We might have been using condoms, but the fantasy was hot as fuck. The idea of my cum leaking from his hole and trickling down his thighs had my cock dribbling precum into my boxers and pressing uncomfortably against the confines of my trousers.
“Hey,” Simon called, his voice muffled from behind his bedroom door.
Damn, no fantasy for me. Maybe next time.
“Can I come in?” I asked, leaning against the door frame and looking at my phone. There was nothing interesting there, just a message from my friend Connor.
“Two minutes.” I smirked to myself, trying to imagine what Simon was up to. Maybe he’d been jerking off and playing with his toys while he waited. I knew he had toys, because that’s how this whole thing had started, but he hadn’t shown me any of them yet.
Not that we’d really needed them. We’d had plenty of fun without them.
I pulled open the Pornblr app while I waited, casually checking whether my favourite blogger had uploaded anything new and delicious for me.
I’d discovered Thick Boy in Lace about six months ago while I’d been perusing Pornblr. I’d been bored and horny when one of his pictures had popped up on my feed, reblogged by someone I followed. I’d then spent the next two hours staring at every single picture he’d posted while I jacked off until I was an oversensitive, sticky mess. In my defence though, the photos had been scorchingly hot. I’d always had a weakness for big guys, and another one for guys in lingerie, but a big guy in panties? That was my ultimate kryptonite, especially if said man had a submissive side.
I idly wondered if Simon would ever consider wearing panties for me. He had the same type of body as Thick Boy in Lace, and I knew he’d look fucking amazing with bright lace or soft satin stretched across his ass, his hard cock peeking out the top and soaking the front with precum. I just wasn’t sure how to go about suggesting it.
The door clicked open, and Simon’s face appeared, a slight flush on his cheeks. I slid my phone into my pocket, a smile curling across my lips.
“You’re, um, you’re home early,” he said, trying to act casual as I slowly scanned what I could see of his body.
“It’s Friday. I normally get to escape early,” I said. “Is there a reason why your t-
shirt is on inside out?”
“Oh, shit, um, no?” Simon’s face went from slightly flushed to almost beetroot, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was so fucking adorable when he was flustered.
“What have you been doing, Simon?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “Have you been a naughty boy? Have you been playing with all your toys again?”
Simon whimpered, biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.
“We have the flat to ourselves this weekend,” I said, gently putting my hand on the door.
“We do?” Simon asked, stepping back and letting me in, closing the door behind us. “Why?”
“Olivia’s housemates are away so Steve is staying there,” I said, looking around Simon’s room. I hadn’t been in here much as we tended to hook up in my room, since it was farther away from Steve’s and my bed was both bigger and comfier according to Simon.
His bedroom was neat and tidy, the double bed carefully made with a few books piled on the floor next to it, but everything else seemed to be hidden in the large built in wardrobes that filled one wall. The bedsheets were suspiciously straight, which gave me the distinct impression that he’d tidied up quickly while I was waiting, especially considering his own rumpled appearance.
“Oh.” Simon looked down at me through his long, dark lashes. “That’ll be fun.”
“For us or them?” I stepped closer to him, my fingers reaching out to toy with the hem of the navy t-shirt that clung to his shoulders, highlighting them so beautifully. I wished Simon had more slim fitting t-shirts that showed off his body.
“Both?”
“Oh, definitely,” I said, my voice dropping low as I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, my fingers sliding under the waistband of his jogging bottoms. I’d expected to find warm skin or possibly the tight band of the fitted boxer briefs Simon usually wore, but what I felt under my fingers was neither of those.
“Wait,” Simon said, his body suddenly stiffening, a nervous tremor in his voice. “Shit! I can explain.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to explain,” I whispered, trying to keep my tone soft and calm, even though my body was thrumming with excitement. I stepped back, giving Simon space, and gently cupped his chin so I could gaze into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Will you show me? Please.”
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