“I’m home,” Taylor said, sticking his head around the door. He’d been out for coffee with one of the tutors he worked with who’d wanted to pick his brain about something. “Damn, I was hoping for panties instead of joggers.”
I chuckled. “Who says I’m not wearing any under here?”
“Are you?” There was a hopeful note in his voice.
“No.”
“Bollocks.” I snorted, shaking my head, a fond smile creeping across my face. Taylor was insatiable, and I loved it. I’d thought dating might take the edge off Taylor’s libido, but he seemed to have gotten hornier. Not that I minded. I was never going to complain about all the orgasms I was getting, especially since Taylor had developed a taste for early-morning blow jobs before I went to work.
“How was your coffee? Did you have fun?”
“I don’t know if fun’s the word, but it was definitely interesting.” Taylor closed my bedroom door behind him as he stepped into the room, motioning for me to scoot over as he climbed onto the bed next to me. “Aiden’s looking to start his own business. He wanted to pick my brain about a few things.”
“Oh? Like what?” I put the laptop down on the bed beside me, twisting my head to look at Taylor.
“Hiring staff, office management, HR, things like that,” he said. “He offered me a job.”
“Seriously?” I stared at Taylor, watching his face for a reaction. I knew Taylor had been unhappy at work for a while, mostly because his boss was an absolute dickhead, but he’d always seemed unwilling to find anything else when I’d broached the subject. But the fact that he was looking contemplative now, rather than dismissing the whole thing, told me what I needed to know.
“Yeah. Aiden’s looking to set up another tutoring firm. It would have an emphasis on helping children with additional needs, health issues, that sort of thing. The way I wish my job was now.” He smiled at me, picking at a thread on his jeans. “He asked me to come and run it with him, especially since I have business experience and he has an education background. He thinks we’d make a good team, and he said he’d take everything I said into consideration, especially once I’d mentioned how many hours I spend plotting Ethan’s murder. Plus, he’s already got some clients lined up and some potential tutors.”
“That sounds perfect for you,” I said. “Seriously. Why the fuck haven’t you said yes yet?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Seemed a bit bloody stupid not to think it through for at least a couple of hours and run it past my boyfriend. I think I’m going to take it though.” He leant over and kissed me, the familiar warmth of his touch washing over me. I never wanted him to stop kissing me. “What have you been doing?”
“Not much,” I said, gesturing vaguely at the laptop. “Just been editing some of the photos we took. They came out really well.”
“Even the ones of you covered in cum? Because you were a naughty boy who came in his panties. Twice.” His voice was low, and he nipped gently at my ear, pressing kisses down my neck.
“Y-yeah,” I said, trying and failing to hold back a moan. “They look great.”
“Are you going to post them?”
“Would you be okay if I did?”
“Of course. You should post the before and after so everyone knows how good you are for me and how lucky I am.”
I snorted. “You just want to make people jealous.”
“Duh. You’re mine, and I love you. And I love showing them how sexy you are. Plus, it means I can save the pictures to look at later.” He pointed at the laptop and smirked. “You should post them now before I distract you.”
“Were you planning too?” I was trying to play it cool, but I knew I was failing. I’d never be able to get enough of Taylor.
He gave me a hungry smile and winked. “Of course.”
“Fine, but only if you text Aiden and tell him you’ll take the job. Then we can celebrate.”
“Oh? Does that mean I get something special?” Taylor asked as he pulled out his phone.
“Maybe.” I ran a hand over his leg teasingly. Maybe I’d put on a show for him, put some pretty panties on, touch myself, and let him watch me fuck myself with my toys until he couldn’t take it any longer and had to take over. That sounded fun.
It didn’t take me long to edit and post a couple of photos. I only had to adjust the lighting on them and smooth them out before adding my blog name to the corner. I’d gone with Taylor’s before and after idea. The first one was of me spread out in my panties and stockings, hard cock straining against the lace, the dark pink head contrasting with the soft white material. The second was a similar shot, but this time the lace was stained and covered in thick ropes of cum, my cock soft and the panties clearly displaced. The contrast of innocence and lust. I’d debated making them black and white, since the white lace would look so pretty and stark, but I’d decided against it for this set. I still had plenty of photos to play with.
I posted them together, adding a little caption underneath.
Before and after. Very sexy times with my boyfriend. He makes me come so hard. <3
We hadn’t talked about tagging Mr. Smith in the posts, but it was something I wanted to think about. Although, I wasn’t sure it would be good for Taylor’s ego to get so many compliments.
“Very nice,” Taylor said, leaning over my shoulder and kissing my neck. “You looked so fucking sexy when I took those. I love how innocent you looked at first, even though I know you’re a sexy little slut for me.”
“Did you message Aiden?” I asked, determined to get an answer before we lost ourselves to sex for the rest of the afternoon. My body was already humming with desire, my cock tenting in the loose joggers I was wearing. I wondered how far I’d get into fucking myself on a dildo before Taylor took it away from me and replaced it with his cock. My toys were fun, but they were never going to beat his dick. It was too perfect.
“All done. Now, what’s my reward?” He tugged at my shirt playfully. “Come on, get naked. I want to have fun with you.”
I pushed him off gently so I could set the laptop down. “You get to choose two toys to watch me play with… and the colour of my panties.”
Taylor’s eyes lit up with excitement and desire. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. This is going to be so much fun.” He paused, kneeling up and leaning towards me, grabbing my shirt and pulling me in for a deep kiss. “I’m so fucking glad your toys ran out of batteries when they did. And that you said yes to me. I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky too. Although I’m still sad about the batteries.” I chuckled. “Having them run out just before you come ruins everything.”
“Oh, sweet boy,” Taylor said, his voice sending a shiver across my skin. “I don’t think that will be a problem today.” There was a dark glint in his eye that promised so much, but there was love there too—fierce, intense and all-encompassing.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this would happen; that our ‘just-sex’ arrangement would lead to both of us getting everything we’d ever wanted. Maybe we were just lucky, but I knew I loved Taylor more than anything in the world. And I knew we’d be together forever.
This was just the beginning.
Part Seven: Mine
One Year Later
Simon
“Is that the last of it?”
“I think so,” I called down the stairs to the door where Taylor stood half-in and half-out of our new flat. “Just double-check the van, but I think we’ve got everything.”
“Will do. Back in a second.” The door slammed shut, and I made my way into our tiny bedroom, trying to ignore the heaps of boxes and bags piled on the floor before flopping down on our new bed.
It had been a year since Taylor had accidentally declared his love for me in front of Connor, and we’d decided to celebrate by doing the most hideous of all tasks: moving house.
We’d been fine in the flat with Steve for the past twelve months. Our two bedrooms gave us plenty of space t
o play and sleep, and we’d ended up turning mine into a sort of studio for the blog.
Steve had been great about everything, and Taylor and I had made sure not to act like assholes just because we were together. But over the past few months, Steve had been spending more and more time at Olivia’s as their relationship turned into something more serious, and we’d all agreed our flat-share was coming to an end. Our rental agreement had been coming up for renewal, so we’d had a heart-to-heart over pizza and decided to go our separate ways.
Taylor and I had then spent three very long, painful weeks trying to find somewhere to live that we could both afford and wasn’t a complete cesspit. Which in London was like looking for a fucking three-headed giraffe.
We’d found one eventually. I’d been doing my morning trawl through Rightmove when it had suddenly appeared, and I’d called the letting agency on the spot. I think they were a little surprised because it had only been on the market for ten minutes, but I’d still managed to organise a viewing. Taylor had gone to see it over his lunch hour, because he was the closest, and when he’d called me to say it was good, I’d taken an emergency afternoon off work to go and fill in the application paperwork.
Now we were the proud renters of a tiny little flat of our own, above a charity shop in Parson’s Green. Sure, it only had a bedroom, en-suite bathroom, kitchen, and small living/dining room, which was advertised as both but barely big enough to be one of them, but it was ours. That was all that mattered.
The door slammed again, and I heard Taylor climbing the stairs. “We got everything, and I paid Stephan. If we ever move again, I’m giving him a call. He actually made moving vaguely bearable for once.” I heard him chuckle, and I assumed he was at the bedroom door. I wasn’t going to open my eyes to check though. Now that I’d made the mistake of lying down, I didn’t think I’d ever move again. “Are you comfortable there?”
“Very. I don’t think I can move.”
The bed dipped, and I opened one eye enough to see Taylor flopping down next to me before I felt his arm wrapping around my waist. “If you’re not moving, I’m not moving. The unpacking can wait until tomorrow.”
“We might need to get a couple of plates out for food.”
“Nope, we’re getting pizza. We’ll eat out of the box. No cleanup required,” Taylor said into my chest. “Thank fuck this place came furnished. I think I’d have died if we’d had to get a bed up those stairs.”
“Agreed.” I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him close against me. It still surprised me sometimes that Taylor was mine. I found myself having little moments where I looked at him and was overwhelmed with a rush of love and amazement, because how was someone as incredible as him in love with me? I asked him sometimes, and every time I did, Taylor never failed to remind me how much he loved me. Usually by pushing me down on the bed and taking me apart with his tongue, fingers, toys, and cock until I was a sweaty, sticky mess while he whispered words of praise over and over in my ear. Sometimes he made me repeat his words out loud until he was satisfied I believed them.
“Are we going to stay here all afternoon?” I asked. “Because if we are, I might take my jeans off. They’re digging into my hips.”
“Are you asking if I want to turn down an opportunity to see you half-naked? Because you know the answer.”
I chuckled, releasing Taylor from my arms. He sat up beside me, watching me with heat in his eyes as I reached for the button on my jeans. A little sigh escaped me as I threw them onto the floor. That was so much more comfortable. I noticed Taylor doing the same, and I wetted my lips at the sight of his perfect thighs.
“You know,” Taylor said, a devious smile on his lips, the kind of smile that always led to something fun, “I think we should celebrate this evening. After all, it’s been a year, and we’ve moved in together.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?” I looked at him, considering. Sometimes I liked it when Taylor told me exactly what he wanted to do to me. It made the anticipation all the sweeter. But I also loved it when he surprised me.
“No… I want you to surprise me.”
Taylor grinned, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep, heated kiss. “Good.”
“Does that mean I don’t get a nap?” I asked, a half-smile playing on my lips. I felt my cock chubbing in my boxers at the idea of Taylor playing with me, but the rest of me was too tired to care.
“Oh, we’re definitely napping first.” Taylor flopped down next to me again. “You’re going to need your energy.” He rolled over, and I wrapped myself around him, not caring that we were laying on an unmade bed. We had a couple of pillows. That would do for now. My mind turned towards what Taylor might have planned, but I didn’t get far before sleep pulled me under.
When I woke, I was alone.
I patted the bed next to me, still half-asleep, searching for Taylor’s warmth. I loved being spooned by him while I slept, but my body was starting to register that if Taylor was awake and up, then I should be too. I had no idea how long I’d napped for. My brain was in that weird fuzzy state where it wasn’t fully online, and as I sat up and stretched, I heard a little chuckle from somewhere beyond the bed.
“You’re so fucking cute when you wake up.” Taylor sounded much more awake than I did, so I assumed he’d been up for a while. I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the door, wearing one of my hoodies that he’d stolen a couple of months ago, and his boxers. His hair was tousled from sleep. He looked so bloody adorable that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him senseless.
“Thanks?”
“You’re welcome! So, while you were napping, I set up the TV so we can watch Netflix, and I ordered us pizza.”
“You didn’t need to do that. I could’ve helped.” A little wave of guilt arose, but Taylor must have seen it on my face because he looked at me sternly.
“You did most of the lifting today, and you were tired. Besides, I’m not completely incapable of plugging in a TV.”
“I’m sorry. Thanks for doing that. I love you.”
“I love you too.” His expression turned wicked. I knew that look far too well. “All I need to do now is make sure you’re ready. I think we’ve got about twenty minutes before the pizza arrives. That should be plenty of time.”
I nodded, my heart racing. “Do you want me to get anything out? I know where my toys and panties are.” A small part of me wanted to blush at the fact that I’d packed them somewhere I could get to easily; the rest of me had no shame. I needed Taylor.
Taylor looked at me for a second, considering. “Panties, please. Do you know where those beautiful pink and white lace ones are? With the heart cut-out at the back. And if you happen to know where the matching holdups are, I wouldn’t say no.”
I swallowed and nodded again. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then I’d like you to put those on for me, sweet boy.” Taylor stepped across the room, leaning over the bed. I tilted forward so our lips met in a kiss that promised so much. “And then I have a surprise for you.”
“I thought we said no presents?”
“I know, but this is a present for both of us, so I’m not counting it.” I snorted and Taylor kissed me again. I should’ve known he’d break the “no present” rule as soon as I made it. “I’ll be back in a second. If you’re ready before I’m back, I want you on all fours for me.” With one final kiss, he pulled away, sauntering out of the room.
I leapt up, pulling my t-shirt and boxers off before toeing off my socks, chucking them into the far corner of the room to be salvaged later. I grabbed the duffle bag I’d strategically placed on my side of the bed, just in case.
Dropping it on the bed, I unzipped it, taking a moment to admire the mountain of satin and lace in front of me. The sight of so many pretty panties made my heart swell with happiness. They were stacked neatly by colour, so it wasn’t hard to find the ones Taylor had asked for. The matching hold ups were tucked neatly down on
e side.
These had been a just because present from Taylor a couple of months ago. He’d presented me with the bag, saying he’d seen them in the window of a store and he’d just had to see me in them. That had been a very memorable evening. I got the feeling this one would be even better.
I pulled the panties on, tucking my half-hard dick into the front and making sure the cut-out sat perfectly on my ass before perching on the bed to roll the holdups on, loving the way they hugged my thighs. Once upon a time, I’d been self-conscious of my thick thighs, but Taylor’s constant praise of my body had helped me love myself a little more.
Taylor’s footsteps sounded outside the room, and with seconds to spare I hopped onto the bed, crawling into the middle and positioning myself on all fours for him.
“Damn! You’re so fucking perfect. Just look at you.” Taylor’s voice sent a rush of desire through me, and I couldn’t help sticking my ass out a little more. “Can I take a picture, baby? One for me and one for the blog?”
My cock pulsed, straining against the satin front of the panties. I loved it when he took pictures of me. Taylor had a login for the blog now as well so he could post. It had been my suggestion, and he’d taken the responsibility very seriously. Over the past year, it had evolved into more of a joint blog, even if the photos were still mostly of me.
Somehow it was hotter to post photos he’d taken. There was something sexy and possessive about it, like he was showing me off. Our followers liked it too. People loved seeing me covered in his cum, my panties stained and ruined. Sometimes we’d look through the comments together, but we never got very far before it dissolved into sex.
“Yes. Please.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Taylor moving around, holding his phone out. Usually we used a camera unless we were in a rush. Although, right now, I wasn’t even sure where the camera was.
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