“Perfect, you’ll be nice and tight for me.”
My eyes fly open at his comment. I’ve only bottomed once before and that was with my first boyfriend when I was a teenager. Since him, I’ve always preferred to be the one in charge.
Taylor’s smile only gets bigger when he sees my reaction. “Oh, Caleb. We are going to have so much fun,” he says with a small chuckle.
He shifts himself so he’s lying on his front. I expect him to take me in his mouth but instead, he goes lower and I feel his tongue tease between my ass cheeks.
“Ah fuck,” I groan when he goes a bit deeper, at the same time stroking my cock.
I bend my knees and put my feet flat one the bed to give him better access. He continues with his tongue for a few minutes before he swaps to use his fingers, having lubed me up enough.
His finger teases at my entrance before slowly sliding inside a little.
“Relax,” he encourages when he feels me tense up. He leans over me and takes my mouth in a kiss that is totally opposite of the rough ride he promised me.
Soon, I’m like putty in his hands. I completely submit to him and the feelings he’s igniting in my body.
He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at me for a few seconds. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen before. He sits up straight and removes his hands from me. I almost feel naked without them touching me. I watch as he picks up the condom he grabbed earlier and rolls it down his cock before squeezing a generous amount of lube on it.
He moves himself into position and in no time, I feel him pressing at my entrance.
“Stay relaxed for me,” he whispers in my ear after he’s folded himself back over me.
His breath on my neck makes me shiver but it only last a second or two because I feel him begin to push inside. I suck in a breath and will my body to relax.
Taylor’s hand slides under my neck and tips my head back. He kisses the corner of my mouth before sucking on my bottom lip. He bites down as he thrusts a little more.
“That’s it,” he mutters before lifting my head so my lips connect with his. He holds me to him as he kisses me deeper than he has before.
When he pulls back, I realise it was a totally distraction technique, because he’s slowly sliding in and out of me, and fuck me, it feels incredible.
“Fuck, Caleb,’ he grates out as he sits up straight.
“Uh huh,” is the only noise I can make as I feel every inch he’s giving me.
His hands run down my thighs and one of them grabs my cock again, which is begging for release against my stomach.
“Uh, fuck,” I groan as his giant hand strokes me. My orgasm hits me all of a sudden and I feel like a fucking teenager again, coming way too soon. My cock pulsates in Taylor’s hand as hot cum lands on my skin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Taylor says as he stares down at my stomach. “My turn,” is the only warning I get before he ups his tempo until he’s fucking me into the mattress.
It’s not long before I’m hard again and feel another orgasm building. I take it upon myself to fist my cock this time. Taylor’s too engrossed in chasing his own pleasure. The sight of him thrusting in and out of me with his head thrown back and his muscles pulled tight is too much, and a few strokes later, I’m coming again.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” I admit into his neck a few minutes later. I can only describe the sound Taylor made when he came inside me as a roar. The image was so fucking feral it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. He immediately fell on top of me, a panting, sweaty mess. I couldn’t think of a fucking better place to be than underneath him right now.
I feel his body shudder with his laughter. “I fucking loved it,” he comments as he pulls out of me slowly and rolls over to his side. “You come as much as you like, as long as it’s me you’re doing it for.” He props himself up on his elbow after disposing of the condom over the side of the bed, and looks down at me.
“I knew it would be worth the wait but I really could’ve done with that a long time ago.”
I smile at him sleepily because I don’t want to admit that maybe I’ve been wrong all this time. If I went home with him that night, maybe I would have found what I’d been looking for back then.
“Don’t look at me like that, Caleb.”
“Like what?” I ask innocently.
“Like you’re regretting it already. I’m not going to do anything stupid now I’ve got you here. You have to trust me.”
My heart beats a little faster hearing those words, but my mind’s still telling me not to trust him. He’s a great friend, an amazing person, but I still have this fear that he’s going to rip me apart.
“Trust me, Caleb,” he begs. “I want this. I want this as much, if not more, than you do.”
“Okay,” I whisper before stretching up and kissing him gently. I really hope he’s right.
Chapter Four
Taylor
I roll over and stretch my arm out to find him, but what I find instead is a cold and empty other half of the bed. I sit myself up on my elbow and look around the room.
He’s done a runner!
And to think, I’m the one with the bad reputation.
I try to give him the benefit of the doubt so I swing my legs over the side of the bed and head out to the living area of his flat. That’s empty, so I move towards his bedroom, hoping he’s in his en suite shower. That could actually be pretty perfect, I think as I glance down at my bobbing morning wood. I’m majorly disappointed when I get there and find it empty, looking unused.
“Caleb, where the fuck are you?” I mutter to myself as I head into the kitchen to make a coffee. I know he often goes to the gym before a shoot, but after yesterday, I really didn’t think he’d just up and leave without so much as a goodbye kiss…or blowjob.
Fuck, his mouth on me yesterday was so good.
I fist my cock as I stand waiting for the coffee machine to wake up. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and look up. Staring back at me from her kitchen is our nosey neighbour across the street in just a towel. I’m unsure if she looks fascinated or concerned with my body covered in colourful bruises.
Fuck!
I give her a quick wave before moving away from the window that’s allowing her to see me in all my naked glory. I’m confident it’s not the first time she’s seen my bare arse, but I don’t need to give her the wrong idea. I may have indulged in one or two—or loads—of women in my time, but they were just a body when I needed one. Women are gorgeous, all those soft curves, but it’s men that really get me going. Hard lines, muscles, cocks. If I’m being honest, it’s not men; it’s one man. One man who left my bed while I was sleeping. I really fucking hope he’s not regretting it already. He’s spent so long fighting what’s between us that I guess doing a one-eighty isn’t going to go as smoothly as I thought it might.
I glance up at the clock. In just over an hour, I will see him at the studio for his shoot. At least I should be able to read his reaction to me being there even if I don’t get a chance to talk to him.
I finish making myself a coffee before heading for a shower to sort myself out.
* * *
Although I think I’m early, I’m actually the last to the studio. Everyone’s already getting everything set up. The shoot is happening in an old warehouse with massive windows over looking the city behind. The props are all vintage. There’s an array of old looking light fittings, ladders and furniture. Unfortunately, Caleb is nowhere to be seen.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Paul says when he looks up at me. Until I saw the look on his face, I’d almost forgotten about the state of mine.
“It’s nothing. I got jumped on Friday afternoon,” I lie smoothly.
“Shit. Did you get a look at them? Call the police?”
“No, they were gone as quick as they came. I wouldn’t be able to identify them.”
“That’s shit. Are you sure you’re okay to be here? That looks pretty
sore,” he asks, nodding towards my face.
“I’m fine. I’d rather be distracted than sat focusing on it.”
“Fair enough. Right, go get the equipment. The van’s just outside,” he instructs and I head off to do as I’m told, pleased that my first job of the day isn’t to find the nearest coffee shop.
Unfortunately, that request comes in once I have the contents of the van inside the studio. I grab my notebook and take everyone’s coffee and breakfast orders before leaving, feeling disappointed. I strung out asking for everyone’s orders for as long as I could but Caleb didn’t appear and I couldn’t put off going any longer.
When I get back, laden with coffee and Danish pastries, the photo shoot is in full swing. I take a few seconds to appreciate the person under the spotlight at the other side of the room. The lighting is perfect and picks up every line and muscle of his lean body. The only problem is that he isn’t alone. Leah is stood way too close for my liking with her hands on his chest. It takes a while for me to identify the feeling that starts weighing me down the longer I stand there looking at them, but I soon realise it’s jealousy. I’ve never been jealous over a man before, and I’m not sure I like it. Sure, there’ve been times in my life where I’ve been jealous of others. I used to look at other kids at school and wish my life was like theirs. To be fair, I would have had any life that didn’t include my stepdad. But this kind of jealously is new.
Someone barks an order, making Caleb and Leah move and for me to step farther into the room. My movement catches Caleb’s attention and his eyes narrow slightly as they lock on to mine. I’ve no idea if he’s pissed off or just shocked to see me. I’m hoping for the latter and that it’s a nice surprise, but I’m not so sure.
“Are you waiting for them to get cold before you give them to us?” some smartarse asks when they see me with my arms full of their coffee.
I swear to God, when I do get promoted I will never talk to any assistant the way some of these lot do to me on a shoot. The majority of the photographers I work with are incredible. It’s the others, the creative directors and the models. It’s like I’m a piece of shit on their shoes.
I politely dish out the coffees, hoping I give the correct one to each person, before joining Paul where he’s changing the lens on his camera.
I look at the set up of the shoot and around the room for a few minutes before I notice something. “Wouldn’t it be better to shoot over in that corner? I know the window wouldn’t be in the background but the light is incredible.”
Paul looks over to where I’m pointing and pauses for a minute before agreeing with me. “Good shout, Taylor. Let’s let this guy do his thing,” he says, referring to the man clearly in charge of this shoot, “before suggesting changes, but I think you’re right.”
I thought spending the day watching Caleb do his thing would be awesome. Unfortunately, by the time the day is out, I’m aching, fed up, and exhausted. Oh, and a little frustrated that I’ve spent hours looking at that body but not been able to touch.
“Hey, any chance of a ride home?” I ask after knocking on Caleb’s dressing room door. He’s stood in front of a mirror rough drying his hair with a towel and wearing only a pair of boxers. The sight improves my mood instantly.
“You didn’t want to mention that you’d swindled a job here today then?” he asks, sounding a little pissed off and completely ignoring my question.
“I arranged it weeks ago. I thought it would be fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yeah, spending the day staring at you seemed like a good idea.” I see him soften a little with my answer.
“Seemed like a good idea?”
“Yeah, well, I kinda forgot I’d end up spending the day being bossed around and having to look at you from a distance when I know how fucking good this body feels under my hands,” I explain as I step up to him and run my hand around his hip to grab his arse.
“Taylor,” he warns.
“What? No one can see us.”
“It’s not that.”
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not backing away after last night.”
“I just—”
“Don’t trust me. I know. Let me prove myself to you. Please,” I say. “I’m willing to get on my knees and beg if necessary,” I add with a wink.
Caleb doesn’t respond so I go to drop to the floor, more than willing to prove this point to him. I didn’t get a chance to taste him last night, and that’s something I want to rectify as soon as possible.
Before I get very far, Caleb reaches out and grabs my forearm. “Not here. Let’s go get dinner.” I almost argue but I’m fucking starving, and not just for him, so I agree and wait while he gets dressed.
“Taylor?”
“Yeah?” I ask, lifting my head from where it was resting against the wall.
“Maybe we should order a takeaway,” Caleb says with a smile.
* * *
I fell asleep on the sofa not long after I’d polished off the curry Caleb ordered when we got home last night. I vaguely remember him pulling me from the sofa and depositing me in my bed. I was disappointed when I realised he didn’t stay with me but I was so exhausted that I soon fell straight back to sleep.
Thankfully, I wake to the sound of him banging around in the kitchen.
“Hey, sleep well?” he asks when I appear in the doorway a few minutes later.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I think I would from the snoring coming from your room,” he says with a laugh.
“Come here,” I say as I reach out and grab the fabric of his t-shirt in my fist and pull him to me.
“Morning breath,” he says, turning his head away from me. “Brush your teeth and then I’ll consider it.”
“You’ll consider it?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t get a choice,” I say over my shoulder as I make my way to the bathroom to do as I’m told.
“Better?” I ask when I reappear. I blow a stream of minty fresh breath into his face and wait for confirmation.
“Ugh, if I have to,” he tries to say seriously, but his twitching lip gives him away.
I repeat my earlier move and pull him to me by his t-shirt. “I like this,” I admit when he’s flush against me.
“What’s that exactly?”
“This. You. Being able to do this,” I say, before lowering my lips to his.
“How long until we have to leave?” I ask when I eventually pull back from our kiss.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Plenty of time,” I say as I begin to push him in the direction of my bedroom.
“No it’s not, and I need a shower.”
“You smell perfect to me. At least let me get you all sweaty before you shower.”
“Taylor, no, we haven’t got time,” he says seriously, trying to shove me away from him.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. Delayed gratification is a good thing; it’ll be worth it.”
“I’m not a patient man, Caleb,” I warn as he rushes out of my room.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I hear shouted back.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I look down at my tented boxers. This is going to be a long arse fucking day.
And I’m right. We’re still at the studio well past 8pm. The shots we get are golden—well, Paul and I think so, anyway. The director, not so much. He insists we keep reshooting even though we lost the best of the light hours ago.
By the time he calls it a day, I’m almost as irritated as I was when we finished yesterday.
“Thank fuck for that,” Paul groans next to me as he starts disconnecting all our equipment. “I promised Nancy I’d take her out to dinner tonight. I’m gonna be in the dog house.”
“When aren’t you?” I ask with a laugh. We both know Nancy is way too laid-back and understanding to do such a thing—especially where work is concerned.
Once we’re packed away, I go in search of Caleb. I once again find him in his dressin
g room, only today he hasn’t just got out of the shower. He’s still in it.
I quietly close the door behind me and turn the lock. I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor as I make my way over to the steamed up shower door. I lose my shoes, trousers and boxers just before reaching for the handle. Caleb is stood with his back to me and his face up towards the stream of water. I take a couple of seconds to appreciate that fine arse with water running all over it but I can only stand there so long because the temptation to touch is too much. I step forward and run my hands down his sides and around to rest on his stomach. He physically jumps and, much to my amusement, screams like a girl.
“It’s just me, calm down,” I say before kissing across his now slightly stubbly jawline. My hands run down his back and grab on to his arse as I pull him to me. His body lines up perfectly to mine. “Fucking love these lips,” I mutter quietly before placing mine against them. I push him back slightly so we’re both under the torrent of water.
“Taylor, we can’t do this; we’re at work,” Caleb argues when I eventually let him pull back.
“We’ve finished. Everything’s packed and people are leaving,” I say reassuringly as I start to kiss down his neck. “I’ve been waiting to have you all day.” I know he’s only arguing because he thinks it’s the right thing to do. I can feel his hard cock resting against mine, telling me what he really wants. And that’s okay with me, because if he’s worried about being caught, it’ll only make it hotter.
He soon stops trying to disagree when I drop to my knees and immediately take him in my mouth. I watch the water pouring down over his chest and stomach as I work him slowly in and out.
“Taylor,” he groans in pleasure, and the sound alone has me closer to the orgasm I’ve been craving all day.
Just before he’s about to empty himself in my mouth, I pull back and stand up.
“Wha—”
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