Screens Apart

by Charlie Novak

  Simon swallowed audibly, almost unsure what to do with himself. “You want to see? You don’t think it’s embarrassing?”

  “Yes, I do, and no, I don’t,” I replied. “I think it’s hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to see exactly what you’re hiding under there.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  Simon nodded, mumbling “Okay,” although I thought it was more for himself than for me. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they reached for his waistband. Then he pushed the joggers over his thighs, revealing the most beautiful and perfect sight I’d ever seen.

  Panties. Hot pink shorts to be precise, made of sheer lace that perfectly cupped his soft dick and wrapped deliciously around his hips.

  Fuck. Me. Sideways.

  “Holy fuck.” I reached out to run my hands across them, feeling the soft lace under my fingers. “Holy fucking fuck. Do you have any fucking idea how hot you look?”

  “Maybe?” Simon said, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips.

  “Fucking hell, Simon. Were you ever planning on telling me about your sexy little secret?” I slid my hand across his crotch, gently palming his dick through the lace and loving the way it twitched under my hand as Simon moaned softly.

  “Maybe? I, um, haven’t really shown anyone before.”

  “Thank you for showing me,” I said, drawing him in for a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue pushing into his mouth, delighting in the way he melted under my touch. I wanted him so much, and I needed to show him just how fucking sexy I thought his choice of underwear was. Especially now that he was every single one of my fantasies come to life.

  It was like all my birthdays had come at once.

  I wondered if he wore them often, if he wore them to work, and how many pairs he had. But those were questions for later.

  “I think you deserve a reward for being so brave,” I said, nipping Simon’s lip and pulling him against me, a shiver running through me as he groaned into my mouth. “I’m going to show you exactly how sexy I think you are in your panties.”

  “Please,” he said, whimpering against my lips. “Please Taylor, I need you.”

  “I know you do.” I kissed him again, pouring as much desire and passion into it as possible, my fingers snaking around his hips to grab his ass, groaning as I felt the lace under my fingers.

  When we broke apart, Simon was panting, face flushed. His cock was hard, straining against the front of his panties, a wet spot of precum darkening the lace.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, the sight going straight to my own erection. I was hard enough to pound nails, and I needed him now. “Strip that shirt off and turn around,” I ordered, reaching up to unbutton my own shirt, nearly pulling the buttons off in my haste.

  Simon slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head, smirking at me as he dropped it on the floor. It was as if he was revelling in reducing me to desperation. He was going to pay for that.

  He turned around, leaning over the bed and pushing his ass out, looking over his shoulder at me and pulling his swollen lip between his teeth.

  “Fucking hell,” I growled, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  The pink lace was stretched perfectly across the thick globes of Simon’s ass, highlighting the curve of his cheeks and making him look ridiculously fuckable. I wanted to pull the panties to one side and slide my cock inside him, teasing him and making him scream. I wanted to spank his ass and see the contrast of his red skin against the pink of his panties, and I wanted to watch him cover the lace in cum.

  I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, dumping them in a heap on the floor. Simon groaned when my cock sprang free, and I deliberately wrapped my hand around my length, pumping it slowly and smearing my fingers with precum. I held them up for him, trying to hold back a moan when he sucked them into his mouth, licking up the offering like it was a treat.

  How the hell had I ended up with someone who knew exactly how to press all my buttons without even trying?

  “That’s enough,” I said, pulling my fingers from his lips. The desperate whine Simon made went straight to my dick. I ran my hand across his ass, squeezing the firm muscle before giving it a gentle smack. It was nothing more than a tease, but Simon still moaned.

  We were definitely going to explore that. Just not today. Today, I had other things I wanted to do.

  I sank to my knees behind him, running my hands up and down his thighs, loving the way Simon leant into my touch. I’d always loved taking charge in bed, and taking my partner’s apart, but Simon’s responsiveness made me want things I’d never wanted before.

  I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as possible, not only because I enjoyed it, but because he deserved it. Even if I couldn’t tell him that without it leading to a very awkward conversation. We’d agreed this was just about sex, and I had to remember that.

  “Your ass is so fucking incredible,” I said, kneading one cheek with my hand before sliding my fingers under the lace.

  “It’s not that great.” Simon’s voice was shaking, and I couldn’t help but tut.

  “It’s the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I said, smacking his cheek again in a gentle reprimand. I wished he could see what I saw—that his body was perfect the way it was. “I’d never lie to you.”

  “Okay.” Simon didn’t sound convinced, but I didn’t want to press the issue. Instead, I pulled his panties to one side, exposing the furled pink skin of his hole. It was still sticky with lube, and I moaned because my suspicions about what he’d been doing when I got home had been confirmed. Fuck, I wished I could have seen that. I would bet money the reality would be so much better than all the fantasies in my head.

  I ran my fingers across his hole, teasing it while Simon moaned. “Were you having fun without me Simon?” I asked, allowing my voice to drop and watching in delight as he squirmed. “You weren’t expecting me home early, were you? Did you fuck yourself with your dildo, imagining it was me inside you?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “You just couldn’t wait, could you?” I gently pressed one finger into him. His ass was still slick and stretched, pulling me in, and it took all my willpower not to just bend him over and fuck him right then. I’d wanted to make the most of our evening by dragging this out for as long as possible, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience for that anymore.

  “No,” he answered, gasping as I pushed another finger inside, rubbing them across his prostate. Simon moaned, fucking himself back on my fingers, his words coming out rushed and broken. “Couldn’t wait. Shit. Needed you.”

  Something warm and bright fluttered inside my chest at the idea of him needing me, but I pushed it away because I didn’t have time for that shit. Instead, I slid a third finger into his stretched hole.

  “Please,” Simon said. “Please, Taylor. I need you.”

  “Patience.” I chuckled at all the delicious ideas that had suddenly popped into my head. “I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”

  “Fuck,” Simon groaned. “Do I need to beg?”

  “I really don’t think that will help.” I smirked, carefully sliding my fingers out of him and revelling in the way that he whined, his empty hole fluttering desperately. “Even if you do sound amazing when you beg for my cock.”

  “Fuck. Taylor, please. Stop teasing me.”

  “You really have no patience.” I heard Simon open his mouth, probably to attempt to give a sarcastic response, but his words turned to strangled moans when I leant forward and licked a stripe over his hole.

  “Oh. Oh shit.” A little wave of delight washed over my skin at his reaction. I ran my tongue over him again, teasing his rim as I began to work my tongue into his hole, kissing and licking him before fucking him with my tongue. I loved the deep, musky taste of him, even if it was slightly tainted with lube. Maybe I’d buy him some flavoured lube, just in case this happened again. Although I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if Simon’s ass tasted of strawberry.

>   “Get on the bed,” I said, sitting back on my heels and snapping the panties back into place.

  “Wait.” Simon turned around and pulled me in for a kiss, drawing a deep moan from me as he licked into my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue. “I want to ride you.”

  “Fuck yes.” I nodded, kissing him again, my hands caressing his chest and pinching his nipples. I’d wanted to lay him out and explore his body a little more, but the idea of watching him bounce on my cock was too tempting. “But leave your panties on.” Simon looked concerned for a second, and I wondered if he was worried about ruining them. I couldn’t have that. I never wanted him to worry.

  “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll buy you a new pair if I ruin them.” I kissed him again, slower and sweeter this time. “I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want.”

  Simon chuckled. “That’s tempting. Do you know how expensive good underwear is?”

  “Hey,” I said. “I never said they’d be good ones! If I’m going to rip them off you and cover them in cum then I’ll be bulk buying them from Primark.”

  I’d meant it offhandedly, but Simon groaned against me, his cock twitching in his panties against my hip. I was definitely filing that idea away for later. I wondered how hard I’d have to pull to rip a cheap pair of panties off him. Maybe I could just rip them open at the back?

  Or maybe I could buy him assless panties instead?

  Then again, wouldn’t it be nice to spoil Simon and buy him all the beautiful underwear he deserved?

  Nope.

  Still not going there.

  “You look like you’re thinking. That’s very dangerous you know.” Simon gave me a smile, his fingers cupping my jaw. “You okay?”

  “Of course,” I said, regaining my composure and beating my traitorous thoughts into a box where I could lock them away and throw away the key. “I was just thinking about what colour panties I want to see you in next time.”

  “I’ll have to show you my collection,” Simon said, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. “I have quite a few pairs.”

  “Oh, you’re showing me.” I gave him another kiss before pulling away and climbing onto the bed, propping myself up on Simon’s pillows. “I’m going to watch you model every single pair for me.”

  Simon nodded, chewing his lip, his blush deepening to a beautiful magenta colour. “I’d like that. I, um, I have some other bits too… if you’d ever want to see them. Stockings and things.”

  My cock jerked, precum dribbling onto my stomach as I imagined Simon wrapped in lace, legs covered by smooth stockings, a garter belt wrapped around his waist and stretching over his thighs. Thick Boy in Lace had posted a couple of photo sets of him wearing similar things, and if Simon looked anything like that, I’d probably have a heart attack.

  “I definitely want to see those,” I said, after struggling to get my mouth to form words. I crooked my finger, beckoning him too me, watching in delight as he crawled onto the bed and straddled my thighs, producing a condom and pulling the wrapper open. “You’ll look fucking delicious, and I’m not going to be able to resist you.”

  “Fuck,” Simon breathed, fingers shaking as he rolled the condom onto me. I held up a bottle of lube that I’d found tucked under one of his pillows, raising an eyebrow at him and loving the way his blush spread farther down his broad chest. I slowly poured some onto my fingers, slicking up my cock while I spoke.

  “I’d spread you out and take you apart until you can’t even remember your own name, and then I’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week without thinking about me. I’d make you come all over your pretty panties for me.” I wrapped my fingers around his waist, pulling him farther onto my lap and trying to bite back a moan as my cock settled against his ass cheeks. Even through the condom I could feel the soft scratch of the lace on my dick and it was heavenly.

  Simon didn’t even need prompting to pull them to one side, he simply reached his hand back, raising himself up on his knees and then slid down onto my cock.

  We both groaned as his ass enveloped me, and he bottomed out in one smooth stroke, cheeks resting against my thighs. His head was thrown back, a look of pure pleasure across his face.

  “God, you feel so good,” he said, grinding down on me.

  “Not God, just Taylor.” I tried not to laugh as Simon raised an eyebrow at me and gave me what was supposed to be a withering stare. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down deeper onto me, thrusting up into him and replacing the terrible stare with a deep moan and a rapt expression of bliss.

  “Oh shit.” Simon’s voice was soft and wrecked, and I wondered if he even realised he’d spoken. He began to rock his hips, riding me slowly and deeply, drawing as much pleasure from each movement as possible. He was beautiful to watch, and something in my stomach fluttered as if my internal organs had somehow decided to rearrange themselves without my permission.

  “Fuck, you look good on my cock,” I groaned, attempting to bring my mind back to the moment instead of letting it drift into uncharted waters.

  “Yeah,” Simon moaned, circling his hips, a small smile curling on his lips. The bastard knew he looked good, and he knew exactly how to press all my buttons.

  Luckily, I knew how to press his too.

  “Harder.” I let go of his hip to spank one of his cheeks, the sound rippling around the room and making both of us gasp.

  “Such a bossy boots,” Simon said, trying to tease. I spanked his cheek again, raising my eyebrow at him and thrusting into him as he ground down, drawing a deep groan from his chest that sent little shivers of pleasure dancing across my skin.

  “Yes, and you love it,” I said. “Now do as your told and fuck me harder. I’m not going to tell you again.”

  “You make it so tempting to ignore you though,” Simon said. “I almost want to see what you’ll do to me if I don’t.”

  “Do you really want to find out?” I gave him a questioning smirk. In reality, I had no idea what I’d do—probably just bend him over and turn his ass red before fucking him. Maybe edge him if I felt like teasing him.

  But Simon clearly had a submissive side he’d not fully explored before, and I wanted to see what he’d do if I gently started to tease it. Not that I’d ever do anything before we could sit down and have a proper conversation though; one held with slightly more clothes on and slightly less chance that we’d jump each other before we got to the end.

  Another little groan slipped from Simon’s lips, and the look on his face suggested he was thinking about the options as well.

  “I’ll be good,” he said, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so fucking sweet and delicious, that I couldn’t resist kissing him. I leant up, cupping his jaw in my hand and pulling him down for a deep kiss.

  “I know you will.”

  I dropped back on the mattress, my fingers sliding down his chest before settling on his hips as Simon raised himself onto his knees and began to ride me fast and hard.

  “Oh fuck.” His ass was so tight and hot, and occasionally I could feel the rough brush of lace against my dick as he pulled up, which sent hot spirals of pleasure burning through me. I grabbed his hips tighter, not caring if I left marks on his skin, and pulled him down onto my cock. I tilted my hips so I could hit his prostate with every pass as he rode me faster. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I couldn’t resist sitting up slightly and leaning forward to lick it off his skin as he bounced in my lap.

  Simon whined as I leant forward to suck one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and gently pulling it with my teeth, leaving it wet and swollen before I moved on to the other. His head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed in an expression of bliss. Sitting up made it harder for him to do as he’d been told, but he’d been so good and had tried so hard to please me that I decided it was time to reward him and do some of the work myself.

  I gripped his waist, holding him still as I fucked up into his tight hole, tagging his prostate with ever
y thrust. All Simon could do was moan, little broken words slipping from his lips.

  “Fuck, fuck. Oh shit, Taylor. I’m gonna–”

  “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Come for me. Fill those pretty panties with cum.” I ran my fingers across his swollen cock still trapped behind the pink lace, and Simon exploded. Cum flooded his panties, soaking into the fabric as his ass tightened impossibly around my dick.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, my balls tightening as my own orgasm raced towards me, and with two more deep, hard thrusts I shot into the condom with a deep groan.

  We were both breathing hard, clinging to each other as we came down from our highs. I grinned up at Simon who looked deliciously fucked out, with wide eyes and a soft smile as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.

  Gently I helped him onto the bed, removing the condom and tying it off, wrapping it in a tissue and making a mental note to deal with it in a minute.

  “Lift your hips,” I said gently to Simon as I pulled at the waistband of his panties. “Let’s get these off before they stick to you.”

  Simon chuckled but dutifully lifted his hips. “Yeah, that’s not pleasant. It sticks to your pubes.”

  “That sounds like the voice of experience,” I said, throwing the stained panties on the floor and pulling him into my arms. I usually never cuddled with my hook-ups, or with anyone for that matter, but Simon was different. I didn’t want him to feel like I’d just used him to get off and was going to leave him feeling fetishized and vulnerable, especially since he’d shared a part of himself with me that he’d never let anyone see before.

  I wanted him to know how much I appreciated that.

  “You could say that.” He buried his head in my chest. “Is it weird to say you smell really good?” he asked after a minute.

  “No.” I wanted to say the same about him.

  “Good, because you do.” There was a pause. “Thanks,” he said. “For everything. For not thinking I’m weird.”