Chapter 19 #2
“I’m so glad you did,” Taylor said. “Because…because I thought about you, too. I just didn’t know what it meant.
” I could hear the smile in his tone. “I remember thinking how I wanted to be friends with you forever. Thinking about how good our chemistry was. But it wasn’t until I kissed you…
no. Actually, even then, I didn’t know. Only when you told me to take off that wet shirt, I felt it in my bones.
I felt the words and the intent and the, uh, obedience, I guess.
I wanted to do what you said, because I knew you wanted to see me. ”
“And you just gave yourself to it,” I finished quietly, then pushed his brow with mine to lift his head and kissed him softly again.
The kiss deepened as the next song played from the old speakers, and my tongue played with his in his mouth.
Then, when the next song came, more memories swirled through me.
“Yes Sir, I Can Boogie” by Baccara, and the same night, Taylor was dancing in front of me, so free of judgment and self-awareness and shyness.
I liked him like that the most, though I liked Taylor in all his editions.
He now sang the words for me and broke into dance while holding my hands, and nothing on this roof or this Earth could have stopped me from dancing with him.
The lights blurred around us as we moved, orbiting around one another, pulling each other close and pushing far.
When the song ended, Taylor fell into my arms and looked into my eyes, and his smile was so bright that something in me gave an aching moan, and I leaned in to kiss him deeply because I could, because I didn’t want to resist it, and because he was mine.
We rested over a cooling pot of tea while the music played, and I fought hard against the many words that wanted to rip free from their constraints. They wanted to fly out of my mouth and scare him away and ruin an incredible thing that we had.
There was a certain simplicity to this that I didn’t want to mess with.
Taylor was a rather spontaneous person, and he was always on board with whatever the plan was, and I didn’t want to tie him down and trap him in something he wasn’t yet sure of.
So I kept quiet, not hurrying with it for his sake or mine, and I enjoyed him for all that he was to me.
Later, when I took his hand and walked with him back to my apartment, he took the lead behind the closed door, guiding us into my bedroom and pushing me onto the bed.
I fell, arms spread and body sprawling on the hard mattress, and Taylor climbed on top, planting his fists around my head. “You were so hot last night,” he said. “I never did it on video. Until you.”
“Neither did I,” I said, my voice quiet and faraway, unimportant next to the fact that Taylor straddled me and leaned so near that I knew a kiss was inevitable.
“But this is hotter,” Taylor said, lips hovering an inch above mine, teasing, but not rewarding me for my patience.
I lifted my head, wanting to claim the kiss, but Taylor pulled his head back. A few stray locks fell over his brow, and I reached to tuck them away, then locked my fingers on the back of his head and pulled him down, his lips pressing against mine hard and heated as ever.
He kissed me freely, generously, until I was so flushed with heat that feeling his hands undoing the buttons of my shirt was a blessing.
He worked my shirt quickly and deliberately, fingers moving down the length of my torso until the shirt parted around me and his fingers got busy with my belt.
“I want you,” he whispered against my lips.
“You have no idea how badly I need you. You’re like a drug, Harrison. ”
I was too lost in him to search for the right words to say. So I simply kissed him harder, letting him do what he wanted. Anything. Everything. There were no boundaries to what I would give him.
“Last week,” he whispered again. “I did all my tests. And got on PrEP. Like I said.” He spoke in short, clipped sentences, clearly nervous. Then he drew a deep breath and kissed me hard before speaking again. “I want you like that, Harrison. Want to feel you. Want you to…”
“To breed you,” I teased.
He shuddered against me and kissed me again, tongue entering my mouth desperately for several moments before he lifted his head and gave me a naughty, heated look. “I want you to breed me.”
My dick pulsed, thick and aching, and Taylor let his weight press down on my crotch a little harder.
I reached for the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it up his gorgeously sculpted torso, all tense muscles and lean definition. Taylor raised his arms so I could slide the T-shirt over his head, and I threw it away on the floor, rising to sit up and shrug my shirt off.
Taylor sat in my lap, facing me, his legs stretching behind my back, and we looked into one another’s eyes for a long time.
He had such an elegant, refined face. Such a unique gift of beauty and softness hid beneath the sharp features.
When I kissed him, I knew the shape of his lips.
When I kissed his neck, I knew his speeding pulse under my tongue.
I knew him so well, so intimately, so deeply that I felt like we could be one whole when we were together, inseparable, indistinguishable from the halves that formed it.
Taylor scrambled to his feet, pulled his sweatpants down until he was in his indigo boxer briefs, then pushed me to lie flat on my back and undressed me until I was naked.
He settled himself between my legs, one hand around my dick and lips dragging over the inside of my left thigh, kissing the length until I felt his heated breath on my balls.
He kissed me, then licked me, and finally took me in his mouth, sucking me deep into his throat after weeks of practice, and making me lose my mind.
What followed was not the sweet, romantic making of love, but a desperate desire to take it to another level.
We’d spoken about it last week, when I’d done my tests, and Taylor had asked me about ditching the protection.
He’d wanted to know if it was worth it, and I’d told him he would have to decide that for himself.
Now, something unlocked in him, something hungrier and deeper than what I’d ever seen before.
He sucked me hard and fast, saliva tricking down the length of my cock and over his fingers where he gripped the base.
He moaned, sweat breaking over his brow, and his gaze locked onto my eyes, holding them while expressions flicked over his face.
Pleading, needy, horny, in love. Those bright, pink cheeks of his…
Taylor felt the tension in me by now. There was an instinct to it, an intuition that told each of us what the other one felt at any moment when we were naked and together.
He felt it, felt the nearness of an orgasm, and pulled his head back, grinning wolfishly at me. “Not yet,” he purred. “I’m not letting you come until you’re deep inside me.” Then he felt it in his hand and laughed. “Made you throb so hard.”
“You always do,” I said softly, watching him let go of me and stand up to take his underwear off. It dropped to the floor, and Taylor stepped out of it, fetched us lube from my drawer, then climbed into the bed again, moving slowly over me until his ass was just above my crotch.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, his dick standing upright, the tip shining with precum. He poured lube over his fingers, then moved his hand behind his back and worked his hole while his lips parted and a quiet moan rose from his throat.
I watched his dick respond to it, watched him get hornier for me, and nearly lost the last shred of control that kept me lying down. The animal in me, the beast that wanted to claim him and have him, almost tore free to flip us around to let me fuck him senseless.
But no. I waited instead, holding my breath more than breathing freely, just to try and slow the crazy beating of my heart. I waited until his slick hand reached for my cock and spread lube all down its length.
And when he sank a little lower, pressing his warm hole against my bare dick, the tingling sensation was so much stronger, so much deeper in my core, that I grunted and choked on the air itself.
I stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped thinking. There was nothing other than his body and mine, nothing but this, us, suspended in the moment of glory and beauty and heat.
And then I was inside him, making him moan louder than ever before, listening to him tell me how good it was to feel me for real.
“For the first time,” he moaned, pinning me against the mattress with his hands on my chest, raising off my crotch and sinking lower, grinding against me with his sweet, round ass.
“Feeling you like this…” He panted faster as the movements intensified, his balls pressing against my abdomen, trapped between his weight and my hard muscles.
I watched his dick pulse in response, watched the precum leave a silver trail down its massive length, and put my hands around his hips. “Let me fuck you like this,” I said, lifting him a little higher and pitching my heels into the mattress for support.
When my hips moved, they were intense and precise. I rammed into him from below, making him bounce and cry out with pleasure, hitting his prostate perfectly until pre-cum was dripping on my abdomen.
The panting and whimpers rising from Taylor’s lips grew feverish, pained, desperate as I fucked him harder, impaling him as deep as I could, and making his skin slick with new sweat.
“Fuck, Harrison,” he grunted, fingers sinking into my pecs ruthlessly. “You’re gonna…make me…come.” He cursed again, then moved his right hand down to his cock, stroking it furiously as I rammed him harder.
He was so close, fighting against it, so I surrendered to the feeling and let go of control, let go of trying to make it last. If I had my say, we’d have a lifetime of this to explore each other, to pleasure each other, to take to heaven and hell again and again.
If I had it my way.
And then I groaned and told him how close I was.
“Come,” he moaned. “Come inside me. Please.”
At the last word, so honest and raw, I broke. I came hard, filling him with my load and yanking him down against my crotch, then holding him still while I throbbed inside of him.
“I’m so close,” he whimpered, and I lifted him off my body, then turned around and raised my ass for him. In truth, I’d been expecting to bottom for him tonight, but he’d gone and surprised me anyway.
So I spat in my hand, moving my fingers over my hole, and told him, “Come inside me, Taylor. I want you.”
He didn’t hesitate. His dick, hard and slick already, pressed against my hole, making my eyes bulge with surprise and a sweeping sensation of pressure and underlying pain that dissipated into warmth and pleasure instantly.
He didn’t go deep or hard. He entered me, jerked his hips once or twice, and I felt him spill into my body, grunting and sinking his fingers into my ass hard, shaking and shivering all over.
Taylor collapsed on top of me, arms wrapping around my torso, and kissed the back of my neck. “That was crazy,” he huffed, catching his breath. “Fucking crazy.”
And incredible, I wanted to say, but all I could do was turn around and face him, kiss him, and hold him until we were dozing off in each other’s arms, naked and sweaty and filthy in all the best ways.
When we came back to our senses, I kissed each of his closed eyes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Next Saturday,” I said softly. “Make time for me in the afternoon. I’m taking you to Alderman’s Ledge.”
He smiled, tucking his head into the crook of my neck. “Is it the eclipse?”
“It’s the eclipse,” I whispered and pulled him closer in, watching him fall asleep before sleep took me, too.