Chapter 10 #3
“I . . .uh . . .take it you like that idea,” Taylor said, and Rocco had to pull back from his lips because he was laughing too hard to stop easily.
“Do I like that idea?”
Taylor chuckled. “Clearly I’m a fan, since it was my suggestion. But we don’t have to—”
Rocco pressed his fingers to Taylor’s mouth. His breath stuttered when Taylor’s lips slid down them, sucking on them insistently, tongue teasing their edges.
“Fuck,” Rocco groaned. “Come on.”
“Come on how?” Taylor teased, and then his expression grew more serious. “Honestly, we can do whatever you want. I’d be happy to just keep kissing you.”
“Why don’t we start here?” Rocco said and unzipped Taylor’s coat. Then lifted up his sweater, his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake as they coasted down Taylor’s chest and abs. “The real question is how does a guy who works behind a desk look like this?”
Taylor was breathing heavily now as Rocco’s fingers slid lower, working at his belt. “Uh, well, it’s been awhile for me. So I uh . . .spend a lot of time in my garage—uh, my gym, we’ll say working off the excess energy. I have it set it up with a few things. Uh . . .”
Rocco patted himself on the back (metaphorically, of course) when Taylor’s breathing got harder, and he trailed off right when he began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.
He hadn’t touched him yet. Not really. Not where Taylor really wanted to be touched. Rocco could feel the heat coming off his dick, clearly outlined in his jeans.
“I don’t think you’re gonna need that gym, anymore,” Rocco teased and went to his knees, right there in Taylor’s tiny foyer, taking his jeans with him, tucking his fingers under his navy blue boxer briefs and tugging them down, too.
And was very pleasantly surprised by the cock that bobbed out. It wasn’t super thick, but it was long and flushed red, precome already wetting the head.
Rocco licked his lips and then leaned in, licking it, enjoying the way Taylor’s breathing seemed to stop entirely.
“Oh, oh.” Taylor exhaled sharply. “You—you know what, nevermind. Nevermind what I was about to say. Everything I was about to say. Do whatever you want. Anything you want.”
“Yeah?” Rocco asked casually, like he wasn’t on his knees, this close to sucking Taylor’s cock.
Like his own wasn’t throbbing in his pants, as turned on by the thought of pulling Taylor to the edge as he was by the thought of Taylor doing the same to him.
“God, yes, please, though . . .” Taylor gasped as Rocco leaned in and licked again, this time a long stripe up the underside. Acquainting himself and just plain enjoying his taste. The weight of him against his tongue. “I’m definitely not going to last that long.”
“Not worried about that,” Rocco said. Glanced up. “Unless you’ve decided this is a one-off.”
“It’s not,” Taylor said, and that was all the reassurance Rocco needed. He leaned in, slid Taylor’s cock into his mouth, and sucked hard.
Taylor was pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate. Any moment now, the hot suction of Rocco’s mouth was going to make him die in the best possible kind of way.
He’d tried not to think about his cock in relation to Rocco’s mouth before tonight, but who was he kidding?
He’d thought about it. Extensively. Exhaustively.
And the reality dwarfed every imagined fantasy he’d had.
Taylor sank his fingers into Rocco’s curls and tugged, Rocco groaning around his cock as he took him even deeper still. Pleasure was hot and thick in his system, short-circuiting anything but basic thought.
And his thoughts were pretty freaking basic: after this, he was going to take Rocco to his bedroom and fuck him so good he’d never stop coming back for more.
At the thought of sinking into something even tighter, even hotter, than Rocco’s incredibly talented mouth, his balls drew up, ecstasy so fucking close, he could nearly taste it. But he held off, enjoying this moment so much that he never wanted it to end.
“Fuck,” Taylor ground out, barely holding on to his self-control. Rocco slid a saliva-slick finger back, behind his balls, pressing right up against him as he swallowed him whole again.
“That’s the idea,” Rocco said roughly as he pulled back.
Taylor glanced down and nearly lost it then. Rocco’s mouth, red and wet, his tongue flicking out to lick his head, curling around it confidently. Like he knew that would bring Taylor to his knees.
And sure enough, it only took one more long suck, before Taylor was moaning, sliding off the edge, his orgasm going on and on, unloading into Rocco’s waiting mouth.
Taylor’s head thumped against the wood door. “Oh my God,” he said, Rocco licking him clean. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”
“You want more?” Rocco asked, and that wasn’t even a question.
He still felt drunk with the pleasure of that incredible orgasm, but Rocco wouldn’t be desperate to come back if he didn’t give as good as he’d gotten.
And God, he wanted to get his hands on this man.
He summoned his strength and lifted Rocco up and then up even farther, picking him right up and unsteadily taking them into the bedroom.
After he deposited Rocco on the edge of his bed, Rocco gazed up at him with reverence crossed with arousal, the look in those dark eyes mesmerizing.
“Shit,” Rocco groaned. “That was hot.”
“Good,” Taylor said and then got down to business, which was taking Rocco’s clothes off, unwrapping him the way he’d unwrap a present. Slowly, with anticipation growing inside him.
And Rocco was a fucking gift.
No question about that.
With each inch of skin he revealed, Taylor felt his own arousal—which shouldn’t have been spiking again so soon, not after the blowjob of a century—grow.
But first, he’d make it so good for Rocco.
When Rocco was down to just his briefs, cupping his hard dick, and that chain around his neck, Taylor leaned in and his lips slid over it, tasting metal and something that was sweet and salty that he knew could only be Rocco.
Rocco’s hands gripped his shoulders, shuddering under him. “Shit,” he groaned. “I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”
“You got me,” Taylor promised and then slid his briefs down.
Rocco’s cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him. Shorter than Taylor’s, but thicker. Clothed, he was gorgeous. Naked, he was a work of art that Taylor couldn’t wait to worship.
He reached out, gripping Rocco’s upper thigh, feeling the muscles tremble with his touch, then slid his hand up and up farther still. Wrapped his hand around Rocco’s gorgeous cock, Rocco shuddering underneath him.
Taylor gave his cock a gentle stroke and then another, loving how responsive Rocco was. Was so focused on every single one of his reactions that he nearly missed Rocco opening his legs. Luring him in further.
And Taylor wasn’t stupid enough to resist that unspoken invitation.
“You want this?” he asked him. Afraid he’d say no. Afraid he’d say yes.
“Yes,” Rocco hissed. “Come on.”
Taylor scrambled for the lube in his dresser drawer, also pulling out the box of condoms he’d bought three weeks ago in a fit of optimism he hadn’t been sure he understood at the time.
He understood it now and was fucking grateful for it.
Arousal burned in Rocco’s dark eyes as he rubbed a lube-wet thumb around his hole, going as gently and carefully as he could. Rocco didn’t urge him on further or faster this time, just tilted his head up and said softly, “Kiss me, okay?”
An easy directive Taylor could follow.
He kissed him deep just as his finger slid inside him, burning from just how insanely hot and tight Rocco was.
He didn’t think he’d ever fingered anyone this slowly before, this intently, and the intensity of it was mind-blowing. How Rocco wrapped around his fingers, how his body pulled him in and didn’t want to let go.
By the time he slid a third finger in next to his other two, he was flushed and as hard as he’d ever been in his life. And Rocco? Sweat dotted his forehead and he was straining, even as he lifted his mouth and his body up, for Taylor to take.
He gave him one last fierce kiss, loving the way Rocco clenched around his fingers before he pulled them out, hands shaking as he rolled the condom on.
“Keep kissing me,” Rocco pleaded, and Taylor had never been asked to do anything easier in his whole goddamn life.
He tucked Rocco underneath him, tilted his hips up and kissed him as his cock snubbed up against Rocco’s loosened hole.
Even through the layer of latex, the heat of him burned Taylor.
Taylor felt his limbs shake, lips trembling against Rocco’s, as he slowly slipped inside.
He cradled Rocco’s head with one of his hands, fingers slipping between his silky-soft curls, and finally slid home.
Fought the urge to move with every ounce of his self-control.
And yeah, he’d just come earlier, but it had been a long time since he’d done this—since Michael, and Taylor hadn’t even thought he’d wanted to do this again, not until Rocco—and he was balancing on the knife’s edge of just losing it entirely.
“You feel,” Rocco panted against his mouth, “so freaking amazing.”
Taylor tipped his forehead against Rocco’s and thought, I’ve never had sex like this. Not ever before. “Not as good as you feel,” he murmured.
“Come on,” Rocco said encouragingly.
Taylor didn’t need him to keep begging. He needed to give Rocco everything he craved.
One unsteady thrust turned into another, then another, and finally, he remembered how he used to be good at this.
Used to make Michael shake apart with pleasure.
But right now, he wasn’t thinking of Michael—his brain and his heart and it felt like every freaking molecule in his whole body was full of someone else.
Rocco had somehow snuck his way in and he wasn’t going to leave—and truthfully Taylor never wanted him to.
“Oh, God,” Rocco cried out as Taylor built up in speed, aiming his thrusts at exactly the spot that was making him shake the most. “That’s so fucking good.”
The one positive of spending so much time burning off excess sexual energy with exercise was that he had the stamina to give Rocco exactly what he needed. Long, steady strokes just where he craved them.
“Do you need—”
But Taylor was interrupted by Rocco shoving a hand between them, giving his cock one single jerk, and he was crying out, coming between them and clenching around Taylor in a way that he’d be dreaming about for a real long time to come.
His orgasm hit too, and he rode it out, trying to be as careful of Rocco as he could as the waves of pleasure finally subsided, and he gently pulled out, collapsing next to him.
Rocco rolled over, and his eyes were glowing with happiness and remembered pleasure. He grinned. “Goat cheese,” he said.
Taylor was still enjoying the tail end of his orgasm but his laughter chased it right away, and he couldn’t even be sad about it.
“You jerk,” he teased, smacking Rocco in the arm. But he knew neither of them meant it.
“If I’d known you were this good in bed,” Rocco said with a happy sigh, laying an arm over Taylor’s chest, clearly not disturbed by the mess, “I’d have seduced you ages ago.”
“Oh, you seduced me, huh?”
“Didn’t I?”
Taylor considered this. “We’ll just say that by the time tonight rolled around, I was very willing—even eager—to be seduced.”
“Fair,” Rocco said.
They didn’t talk about what this meant, but Taylor was pretty sure they didn’t need to. At least not yet. Their fake relationship had been so natural, it seemed as easy as breathing to fall into something more real.