“Stick that ass out for me. That’s it. Good boy. I can’t wait to show everyone how good you look like this. All for me.”
“Y-yeah, all for you. Always.”
He leant over the edge of the bed, drawing me into a kiss. “Always.” He broke away, smirking. “I’m going to take another later when I’ve ruined you.”
I moaned, my mouth chasing his. He stepped back, raising an eyebrow playfully and making a little tutting noise that sent delicious anticipation thrumming through me.
“Would you like your present now?” he asked. I nodded. Taylor opened his other hand, revealing a slim, black plug I hadn’t seen before. It had little ridges along it that I knew would hit my sweet spot whenever I moved. “I want you to wear this while we have dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“So sweet for me.” He leant in for another kiss. “I’ll put it in now, and then the pizza should be here. And no, you don’t have to eat in your panties if you don’t want. I don’t know how warm the living room is.”
“Thanks.” He was so sweet and thoughtful. I hadn’t even thought about working out how to turn the heating on, which we probably needed to do since it was November. “I’ll probably just grab a jumper and some joggers. I know where they are, and they’ll be easy to throw off later.”
“I like your thinking.” Taylor moved around the bed, and I heard the click of a bottle of lube. I had no idea where it had come from, but I assumed he’d brought it through with the plug. I gasped as I felt the first touch of his cool fingers sliding down my crack and under the cut-out to tease at my hole.
Taylor’s touch was almost clinical, intended to open me up quickly and carefully. His other hand stroked over my ass and down my thigh, ignoring my cock.
As he slid the plug inside me, another moan slipped from my lips. As I’d thought, those ridges felt divine. If I’d been hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to eat dinner without a painful hard-on, I’d been wrong. God, I just wanted to come, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen until Taylor wanted me too. He was an expert at pressing all my buttons and leaving me right on the edge.
The doorbell rang, sharply cutting through the moment.
“Perfect timing,” Taylor said, sounding totally unbothered by everything. Bastard. “Now just remember, you’re not allowed to come until later. And you’re not allowed to play with your cock either. We’re having a nice dinner first. It’s the first night in our own flat, and I want to enjoy it.”
The wicked note in his voice, the fact he’d explicitly told me not to touch myself, and that we were having dinner first told me he was up to something. I just didn’t know what it was, and I was too hungry to try to figure it out.
While Taylor went to get the pizza, I opened another suitcase and pulled out a pair of gray joggers and an old, comfy jumper. When I padded through to the sitting room, Taylor had opened the pizza boxes on the coffee table and had a bottle of Fanta next to them.
“Pizza and fizzy. I feel like I’m seventeen again. Is there ice cream too?” I chuckled as I sat down next to him.
“There might be if you’re a good boy.”
“I’m always good,” I said, reaching for a slice of the giant meat pizza in front of me. I gave a happy little sigh as I picked it up because Taylor had gotten stuffed crust as well. It was one of my favourite indulgences. I opened my mouth to thank Taylor, but instead of words all that came out was a high-pitched squeaking noise. The plug in my ass had started pulsing.
I nearly dropped my pizza.
Holy shit. Taylor had bought me a vibrating butt plug. And he wanted me to wear all evening…
No wonder that fucker had looked so gleeful.
“Problem, babe?” Taylor asked, reaching for his own slice of pizza, his face schooled into a look of innocent concern.
“N-no.”
“Good. Shall we watch some TV? I got Netflix all set up, and I thought we could start that series you suggested?”
The plug pulsed gently, sending ripples of vibration through my ass and making logical thought very, very difficult.
“Um… Celestials?”
“Yes, that one.”
“S-sure.”
Taylor nodded, flicking the TV on while I tried to focus on putting pizza into my mouth and not dropping it all over my lap. The episode started, and I’d just about finished my first slice when the vibrating suddenly stopped. I let out a surprised gasp, shifting in my seat. Taylor raised his eyebrow but said nothing.
I reached for another piece of pizza, waiting for the pulsing to start again, but it didn’t. And it didn’t start when I reached for another slice after that. I relaxed onto the sofa, hoping that Taylor had had his fun.
I was wrong.
We were about halfway through the first episode, when it started again. Stronger this time. Fucking hell. This thing had multiple settings.
I groaned, the sound muffling the dialogue from the show. I shifted again, my hand almost reaching for my cock.
“No.” Taylor’s voice was firm, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off the television. “You’re not supposed to touch your cock, are you?”
“N-no. But I didn’t think I’d be wearing a vibrating plug either.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“It’s—fuck!” The vibrations turned up another notch, sending shockwaves rolling through me. The plug was resting right on my prostate, tormenting it with every single pulse. “I-I think this—fuck! This counts as cheating.”
Taylor smirked. “I never made any promises. And you look so sexy right now, all hard and desperate. I bet it’s pressing right on your sweet spot, isn’t it? And I bet it feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Fuck yes. Please.”
“No,” Taylor said, turning back to the TV. “We should at least finish this episode first.”
“You’re going to kill me,” I whined. Taylor raised an eyebrow at me.
“You’re very dramatic, you know that?”
“Fine. I won’t die, but I will be very uncomfortable.”
“Do you want to stop?” There was an out there for me, and I knew Taylor wouldn’t think less of me if we stopped. He always wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself, and he always made sure I had a way to stop everything if I didn’t like it.
I didn’t want to stop though. I just wanted to come. My body felt like it was on the edge of a precipice, waiting for Taylor to push me over the edge into ecstasy. But I knew I wouldn’t get that until he let me. My cock was rock hard in my panties, the satin front of them already soaked with precum. It wouldn’t take much to send me flying. And I knew if I waited, Taylor would make sure I soared. All I had to do was wait.
“No. I don’t want to stop. I just want this to move faster.” I was sure I was pouting. I could even hear it in my voice. Taylor chuckled but didn’t say anything. The vibrations lessened slightly, and I wondered if he’d taken pity on me for a moment.
Except five minutes later the vibrations were replaced by a slow pulsing that came and went. I’d have accused Taylor of fucking around with the settings to see how many he could get through, except I couldn’t do anything but squirm and whine. I was so close to coming that all it would take was one touch.
“Taylor,” I moaned, drawing his name out desperately. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the episode wrapping up, even though I had no idea what was going on. We were going to have to watch this episode again when I had more brain power. All I could focus on was the fact that relief was just a few short minutes away.
“No, sweet boy. Not yet,” Taylor said, and the vibrations stopped. He leant across the sofa, drawing me into a deep kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth. “Soon. Let’s go to bed.”
He flicked the TV off, reached for my hand, and led me out of the room towards our bedroom. Even the short distance was torture for me. The plug rubbed against my prostate every time I shifted, and my cock was hard as a rock, straining ag
ainst the confines of my underwear.
“Strip for me, then lie on the bed on your back.” Taylor kissed me before releasing my hand, making it easy for me to shuck off my jumper and joggers. I climbed onto the bed as instructed, spreading myself in the middle of the mattress and waiting to see what he’d do next. “You’re so beautiful. Honestly. So fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I didn’t fight the smile that spread across my lips, or the heat flushing my skin. Taylor must have told me a million times how beautiful he thought I was, but I still reacted the same way every time. Sometimes I wondered how I’d ended up this lucky. Because Taylor made me feel more loved, more wanted, and more beautiful than I’d ever felt before. Even after a year together.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too.” He gave me a soft smile, then began to strip. Fuck, I loved his body so much. Taylor was still highly reluctant to do any form of exercise that wasn’t sex related, but he had started walking to work most days. As long as it wasn’t raining.
“I want to try something different tonight.” He crawled onto the bed, settling himself on my hips. His hard cock brushed against mine, pulling a moan from me.
“Anything.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, running his hands up my chest to tease my nipples. “Actually, that’s not quite accurate. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here. I want to ride your cock.”
I stared at him, trying to process his words. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m still going to fuck you, but this time your cock will be inside me.” His fingers caressed my jaw and he tilted forward, eyes locked with mine. “And you’re still not going to come until I let you.”
“O-okay,” I said, nodding my head because I couldn’t get any more words out. “Are you really sure? You always said you didn’t like bottoming, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re so sweet.” He kissed me. “You’re not going to hurt me. Yes, I prefer to top. I mean, I fucking love your ass so why wouldn’t I? But I’ve wanted to try this for a while because you have such a gorgeous cock, and I want to ride it. Is that okay, sweet boy?” He wiggled his hips as he kissed me again, dragging his cock against mine.
“Yes, please. Whatever you want.”
“Good boy.” Taylor gave me one final kiss before he slipped off my lap, grabbing the little bottle of lube he’d used earlier and a tiny black remote I assumed went with the plug. The understanding of what he was going to do clicked into place, and I groaned. Holy shit. He was going to kill me.
He tossed the bottle next to me and climbed back onto the bed, farther up this time. I knew exactly what he wanted, and my body tensed with excitement. Taylor swung his legs across my chest, presenting me with his perfect ass. I loved being rimmed, and I loved eating his ass. This wasn’t something we did often, but it was always amazing when we did.
“Get me ready.” His voice was low and commanding, his breath ghosting over the damp fabric of my panties and making my cock twitch. He chuckled. “I love how eager you are for me, baby.”
I groaned as his tongue brushed the tip. It was a teasing touch designed to drive me wild. And it worked. I knew he was determined to distract me as much as possible, not that I really minded.
I slid my fingers up the front of Taylor’s thighs, gently easing him back towards me until his ass was perfectly positioned. I parted his cheeks, then moaned as Taylor’s mouth engulfed my cock, surrounding me in perfect, wet, warm heat. Fuck, he was making it hard to focus. Two could play at that game though.
I ran my tongue across his hole, smirking when I heard Taylor gasp. I flicked my tongue over his pucker, teasing the sensitive tissue. I knew all Taylor’s tricks because he done all of them to me a thousand times. And now I was going to do them to him.
Taylor moaned as I used my tongue to work him open, making him slick before sliding one finger into him. He was so fucking tight, and I knew I was going to struggle to last when I fucked him. Taylor was sucking my cock perfectly, and I felt my orgasm burning under my skin, not quite in reach but so fucking close. I tried to buck my hips, but Taylor put his hand on my hip, reminding me to keep still.
I reached blindly for the lube, slicking my fingers so I could work him open. I was desperate now, and I needed to be inside him.
“Oh fuck!” Taylor moaned as I rubbed my fingers over his prostate. “Fuck, I want you. Now.”
I eased my fingers out of him, pressing a final kiss to his ass cheek. Taylor gracefully swung his leg over me, kneeling on the bed next to me.
“Strip your panties off,” he said. They were already soaked and half-tucked under my balls. “Wait, I want to do something first.” He grabbed his phone, which he’d left on the bedside table. “I want to take a photo for the blog, since I won’t remember to take one afterwards, and you look so pretty like this. All hard and needy for me.”
“’Kay.” I nodded, not trusting myself to try to say more. I didn’t think I was capable of anything more than single words. Taylor held up his phone for a moment, and I knew he’d probably taken at least ten photos in the seconds he’d been holding it.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. Can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Taylor threw his phone on the bed, and I quickly tugged at my panties, throwing them onto the floor next to me. I’d find them later and soak them. Taylor grabbed the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and wrapping them around my aching shaft, sending pleasure rolling through me.
Climbing across my hips, he grasped my cock, pressing it against the furled skin of his hole.
“Remember,” he said, giving me a teasing smile. “You’re not allowed to come.” He sank down slowly onto me, groaning as he did. “Oh, fuck! Shit. I’d forgotten this. Fuck, you have a big dick.”
My hands moved instinctively to grip his hips, fingers tightening on his smooth skin as I used his presence to ground me. He was tight and hot, and my breath was coming in pants as I tried to control myself.
“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, heat blazing in his eyes.
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes. You, uh, you feel amazing.”
“So do you.” He dipped his head and nipped my lips, then pushed his tongue into my mouth, his kiss utterly claiming me.
Slowly, Taylor began to rock his hips. It felt like he was teasing me, but I wasn’t with it enough to guess whether it was deliberate or whether he was just getting use to the stretch. His fingers pinched my nipples, dragging me back into the moment and sending lightning shooting through me.
“Look at me.” Taylor’s voice was firm, but there was a tremor laced through it. I looked up at him, awe and love rushing through me. He looked so perfect in my lap, sweat beading on his flushed skin, eyes wide with desire. “Fuck, that’s it. Look so fucking good underneath me.”
“Y-yeah, shit. You feel so, ughh—” Taylor chuckled darkly as he rolled his hips, working my cock perfectly.
Taylor’s fingers rested on my chest, using me for balance as he began to pick up the pace, riding me faster and harder. Pleasure burned in my muscles, white-hot and uncontrollable. It was like an unstable chemical reaction, and all I could do was hope I survived the aftermath. I clung to Taylor’s hips as he rode me, desperately trying to force my orgasm back, but, fuck, it was hard.
Then Taylor decided to make it impossible.
He grabbed the tiny, black remote from the bed and pressed a button. In an instant, the plug in my ass started pulsing against my prostate, stronger than ever before. The dual sensations of the plug and Taylor’s perfect ass assaulted my senses. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t feel anything except exquisite, torturous pleasure.
It was too much, but it wasn’t enough. My orgasm was approaching with the force of a bullet, and I didn’t think I could stop it.
“Fuck! Taylor!” I cried. “I’m close.”
“Come for me.” His voice was a wild half growl. His hand was working his cock as fast as his hips bucked. “Fill me
up.”
That was all I needed.
I came with a shout, clutching at Taylor’s hips and pulling him deeper onto my cock as I emptied inside him. Taylor gasped, crying out my name as he came, pumping thick ribbons of cum onto my chest. His channel tightened around me, squeezing the last of my orgasm out of me and drawing out my pleasure in a way I’d never felt before.
Topping had never been that good for me.
But that was because it hadn’t been with Taylor. He knew exactly what I needed and what I craved. I still didn’t know what I’d done to deserve someone as perfect as him, but I thanked the universe every day for bringing him to me. Even if the way the universe had decided to do it had been horribly embarrassing for me at the time.
Taylor collapsed onto the bed next to me, skin shining with sweat and cum, chest still heaving. Not that I was doing much better. I wasn’t sure I was even breathing. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss, my whole body almost numb with pleasure. Carefully, I reached between my legs and pulled out the plug. It was still vibrating, but not nearly as much. Either the battery was shit, or Taylor had managed to turn it down just before he came, which was an achievement in itself.
Neither of us spoke for a minute.
“So,” Taylor said finally, his voice breathy and stretched out. “I definitely think we should do that again.”
“Yeah. Agreed.”
“I like having you at my mercy.” He rolled slightly, tucking himself into my side. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him even closer. He smelt like sex and home and the familiar hints of his sea salt and samphire shower gel.
“You always have me at your mercy.”
“Very true.” Taylor chuckled. “I hope you weren’t planning on doing much tomorrow. I think I might be dead.”
“I’ll unpack, and you can direct from the bed or the sofa, depending on how far you can drag your lazy carcass.”
“Hey! I just worked very hard, thank you. I’ve earned a day of ordering you around like the Queen of Sheba.”
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