Chapter 14 #2
I opened my mouth and took him in, spit and all, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and leaning down hard.
His hand came to rest on the back of my head, neither pushing me down nor away, simply touching me as I worked his cock in long motions, taking him deeper into my throat with each move.
A little moan ripped from his throat and encouraged me. My throat relaxed, and I swallowed him deep, holding him there until tears welled in my eyes and sheer reflexes yanked me back from him.
“Oh, fuck,” Taylor grunted. “That felt…fuck.”
I wasted no time making him feel it again. I knew I could get him to come quickly, and I wanted to prove it to us both. Maybe I was competitive. Maybe I had the shadow of all his girls to shine against. I wanted to show him just how good it could feel to be with me.
My lips sealed tightly around his dick, and I sucked all the air out of my mouth, making Taylor drop his head back and groan deeply as I sucked his cock.
My hands moved along his thighs, feeling the tension in them, the gentle tremors of exertion. They rose higher, reaching between his legs and under his big balls to feel his hardened taint throb with his dick.
Just because I was naughty, I let my thumb slide a little lower down his taint, slipping it between his cheeks and trusting he would push my hand away if it bothered him. He wasn’t the sort of person who put up with nonsense.
Not only did he let me keep my finger there, but he throbbed harder in my mouth when I found the warmth of his hole. It tightened under my thumb, then relaxed, and Taylor’s groan turned into a high-pitched moan. “Oh, fuck,” he cried. “Do that again.”
I did, slowly massaging his hole while leaning down on him, then pressing my thumb hard against it. It wasn’t hard enough to enter him, but I knew what this tension felt like and what it did to you. Even the hint of it was enough to drive me crazy, and Taylor had never felt anything like it.
He came into my mouth in a sudden, explosive climax, control falling off the cliff, restraints breaking without a single thought given to them. He ripped free of it and crashed into the highs of pure pleasure, filling my mouth with cum and moaning loudly.
I moved my hand away from his ass, but my mouth still worked him gently, sending ripples of aftershocks through his body. I could hear them in his shallow breaths, in the way he shivered as he moved.
When I pulled back, swallowing his delicious load and licking my lips, he gazed at me in wonder. “What the hell was that?” he whispered, reverent.
“Just a hint of ass play,” I said, biting my lip.
Sweat had broken over his brow. Taylor pushed himself off the chair and came to kneel in front of me, chest-to-chest, face-to-face. “We’re doing more of that,” he decided for us, and it made my dick that much harder.
Taylor placed his hands on my waist and leaned in, kissing my lips and the traces of his cum on them.
He moved his right hand between us, then slipped it inside my pants, holding me trapped in the folds of my clothes and his firm fist, then stroking me all the while his kisses grew hungrier and more desperate for what he found on my tongue.
He was so wonderfully kinky in the way I adored, so sexy and dirty and just a little sinful. He kissed me deeper, his hand moving faster and faster, grin tightening until I was breathing fast into his mouth and tensing all over. Cum spilled inside my underwear and over his long, elegant fingers.
My chest shuddered, and I wrapped my arms around him, held him close, as the world slowly returned to balance.
I hadn’t even noticed it going all so sideways, but then I blinked, and Taylor was there, holding me back, one slick, stained finger moving over my chin and bringing the sweet and salty cum to my lips.
I licked it, then licked Taylor’s lips just because. And he smiled at me, not only amused but surprised by me, by himself, by the things he was doing. It made my heart grow bigger.
Shaking a little, we stood up, and Taylor pulled his sweatpants up again, while I went to the sink to wash my hands.
Standing behind me, Taylor reached for my forearms and pulled them back. “Don’t,” he said softly, testing me, testing the limits of the boundless new things we had discovered.
That one word and all it meant stretched the corners of my lips into an unstoppable smile.
For breakfast, I made us French toast with butter and maple syrup. When I cut a piece of it on the plate, I picked it up with my fingers, then brought it to Taylor’s lips and watched in fascination as he took it into his mouth, licking the tips of my fingers as he did so.
He chewed, swallowed, and made a little moan. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispered, shaking his head.
“Treating you like you deserve,” I said.
He opened his eyes and caught my gaze. “Is that so?”
“It’s what I think,” I said honestly.
Taylor cut a piece of French toast and made the same gesture to me, watching me as I chewed it. “You know, nobody’s ever been like this with me.”
“What were they like?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Normal.” He winced at the word and smiled apologetically. “Boring in comparison, but standard. Polite. I didn’t realize this until now, but they were always so distant, all of them.”
“And you? What were you like?” I asked, moving my finger through the syrup on the plate between us. I lifted it and licked the syrup off the tip.
Taylor gave a lopsided grin at that. “Just as distant. Reserved, somehow. Like I didn’t want to be weird with them, or embarrassing, or I don’t know.
I never thought you could be weird and embarrassing with someone and still feel so good.
” He leaned a little closer to me, one arm resting on the dining table.
“I want to be weird with you, Harrison. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing. ”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I wasn’t. I was. Maybe. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said.
He nodded slowly, taking my words for what they were. Not quite a confirmation, but it was the best I could do, and he respected it. “I’ve never been so…free.”
“People think sex is this sacred, secret thing. They don’t want to be silly. But I’ve never had serious sex that was even remotely good,” I said. “It’s not an academic conference. It’s a pleasure. And like all things in life, it’s best if you do what feels right, not what you think you should.”
“Fuck, you’re so smart,” Taylor said. “It turns me on.”
“Stay horny for me,” I said with a wink. “I’ll help you with it tonight if you want.”
Taylor’s eyes sparkled with mischievous interest, and he bit his lip, his big, beautiful teeth flashing in the morning sunlight. He would carry that thought for the rest of the day, and it did things to me that I didn’t know how to put into words.
So I kissed him, because that was the language I still remembered.