Chapter 24
24
Brenner
I still can’t believe how much has changed in the last few months. Our parents are getting married. We’ll be a family together. And now us—being together, being his. I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s before, but I want that with Taylor. Want to feel…possessed by him, connected to him, just another way to show that we belong to each other.
“What, Bren? Tell me. I’ll give you anything.”
I smirk. “ Anything? ”
Taylor brushes his lips against mine so fucking sweetly. It’s wild to me that he can be so fucking hot, so sexy, but it’s also entwined with a sweetness I’ve never wanted from anyone else before.
“I want everything,” I say.
“Me too,” he replies, the fire in his eyes telling me he knows exactly what I’m saying. It’s not the first time we’ve flip-fucked, but I always love it when we do, when we both get a shot at each other’s asses, while also losing ourselves in being fucked. “I’m gonna take you first. Gonna fuck you so good, and then I want to come with this cock deep inside me.” He wraps his hand around my straining erection, stroking it through my cotton underwear.
“I think that can be arranged.” I smile against his lips, then chuckle when Taylor rips my briefs off like he’s dying to feel me beneath him. Reaching back, I grab the lube from the nightstand and toss it to the mattress beside us.
He’s on his hands and knees, looming over me, his face a mixture of concentration and hunger. “It’s so hot seeing my boyfriend naked beneath me.”
“Your boyfriend that’s waiting for you to claim his ass.”
“My boyfriend who has never been very good at being patient.” Taylor leans down and flicks his tongue over one of my nipples. I arch my body toward him, while he bites and sucks at my pec, one of his hands traveling south and finding a home around my cock. He strokes, my precum making the slide easier.
I wrap my arm around him, tug him closer, hand tangled in his hair. We’ve done a lot of fucking over the last few months, but this already feels different. There’s an added intensity to being with your boyfriend that’s a high I never expected.
“Fuck yes, Tay. Tug on it with your teeth a little,” I tell him when he switches from one pec to the other.
He does as I say, making fireworks go off in my bloodstream while I wrap a hand around his swollen shaft and stroke him too.
“You’re hungry for my cock.”
“I mean, I’m not going to complain,” I joke, and he gives me a smile that I feel in my chest.
Taylor grabs the lube, pumping some into his hand before he falls to the bed beside me, pulls me so I turn to face him and hitches my leg over his thigh. Our mouths pull together with a force too strong to deny, while his hand sneaks around my body, fingers slipping into my crease before he’s pushing the tip of one inside me.
A whole-body shudder rocks through me at the simple feel of being penetrated by a single digit. I bite at his lip, starving for him. Taylor hisses in reply, but all it does is make him kiss me harder, work a second finger inside me.
My cock aches, everything on me throbbing. I pinch at his nipples, let one of my hands slide down his back and cup his ass, finger dancing up and down his crease and wishing like hell I had self-lubing fingers.
I laugh into the kiss, which makes Taylor pull back slightly. “Something funny?”
“Just wishing I could squirt lube into your ass with my fingertips.”
“Or you could always grab the bottle of lube.”
“Then I’d have to let go of your ass.”
He shakes his head. “You’re an idiot.”
“A sexy idiot you’re about to fuck.”
Taylor growls in response, and I have to say, as much as I love all Taylors, this sex god Taylor is one of my favorites.
He rolls me onto my back, fingers still inside me, then kisses his way down my chest. Just as his mouth wraps around my cock, sucking me deep, he pushes three fingers into me. I thrust forward, fucking into his mouth and making him gag.
“Shit. Sorry. Felt good,” I say breathlessly, but Taylor responds by taking me deep again, swallowing around my dick while he fucks me with his fingers and nearly makes my whole world come apart.
“Damn it. I’m gonna come. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna fucking shoot.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. Taylor pulls back, immediately making me feel empty without him. He pumps lube into his hand, slicking up his cock. “No coming. You can’t come until you’re inside me, Bren. You have to be good while I fuck you, and then we’ll come together when you’re inside me.”
My dick twitches in response, and I really hope my stamina doesn’t fail me.
“Get on your back. I want to ride you,” I tell him.
Taylor lies on his back, and I straddle him, holding the base of his cock and slowly lowering myself on top of him. He’s so fucking big, and this angle always takes me a minute to adjust to the pressure and the fullness of Taylor’s dick stretching me out.
“That’s it. Take me. Take your boyfriend inside you.”
I tremble. “Can you stop being so fucking sexy?”
Taylor laughs, but then sucks in a deep breath when I lower myself on him completely. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.”
“You fucking love my ass, don’t you, love how I take you in, how I squeeze your cock.” My dick bobs while I move on him, Taylor’s hands on my hips, fingers digging in. “You can’t even speak, can you? Too lost in your boyfriend’s ass.” Turnabout is fair play. He made it hard for me not to come; I can do the same to him.
“My ass,” Taylor says, and my dick twitches again.
“Stop being so good at this.” I push down on him again. Taylor strokes his hands up and down my torso. His eyes roll back, muscles tight, and I can see how good this feels, see that he’s closer to his nut than he wants me to believe.
“Fuck… fuck ,” Taylor says, and I pull off him, my body complaining just as much as his is when he arches for me, reaching out to try and grab me.
I slick my fingers with lube, then slam my mouth down on his while I push two fingers inside him. Taylor’s teeth dig into my lip the way I’d done to him just a little while ago, and it makes tendrils of pleasure twist and turn inside me.
I work him open as quickly as possible, feasting on his mouth, only pulling back to tell him how good his ass feels and that I can’t wait to come inside him.
“Do it. Fuck me, Bren. I want your cock so much.”
I swear I’m nearly blind with lust as I pull back, slick up my dick, then roll him so he’s slightly on his stomach and side. Taylor bends one leg upward, and I straddle the bottom leg, using my hand to spread his ass cheeks, then push inside his tight, pink hole.
“God yes,” he says, just before I rail into him with hard, fast, deep thrusts. He’s so damn hot inside, his ass squeezing my cock just right.
Taylor turns his head and looks up at me, this person who has been such an integral part of my life for so long and who’s now more . All the moments we’ve shared, every game and dance and night out, every talk and joke and laugh have been leading to this moment.
I pull out of him, and Taylor rolls onto his back. I push his legs up, then slam into him again.
“Jerk your cock, Tay. I want you to come all over that pretty chest of yours while I fill your ass with my load.”
“Do it. I’m so close. Come in me. I want it.”
The room around us disappears as I lose myself to the pleasure. My orgasm hits me, cock twitching inside him, balls emptying in spurt after spurt into Taylor’s eager body.
He tenses beneath me, muscles straining as the first jet of his release hits his chest, then again and again, his ass tightening around me, squeezing all I have to give.
“Holy fuck. That was the hottest moment of my life,” spills from my lips. I’m on the verge of collapsing beside him, but instead I lean down, licking his abs clean of all his cum. “Don’t want this to go to waste.”
Taylor threads his fingers through my hair. “That’s it. Lick it all up, Bren.”
I do as we both want, then lie down beside him, turning his head toward me and kissing him, letting Taylor taste himself on my tongue.
“Being boyfriends is the best,” he says, and I nuzzle his neck and smile into it.
“We should have done this a long time ago.”
“For sure…but you know, we decided to wait to get into a relationship until right before our parents get married.”
We share a laugh because…how can we not? It’s wild that we had all this time together and didn’t start dating until now. “Yeah, but if we’d have done that, our parents might not have gotten together.”
“Good point.” He draws circles on my skin with the tip of his finger. “I can’t believe it’s almost time for the wedding.”
“Same. It’ll be interesting.” To say the least. “Not much longer, and we’ll be watching our parents say I do. And then we’ll tell them we’re boyfriends.” Totally my new favorite word.
Taylor doesn’t reply right away, and I ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Perfect.”
“Me too.”