Chapter Sixteen
Taylor
Oh, I am definitely enjoying, but I don’t want to tell him that, fearing I’d come off as overeager. He runs his lips over my collarbone as he unbuttons my jeans.
“Still okay?”
I swallow. “Yeah . . . I’m just sorry it’s not really, uh, clean down there.” Not to mention my underwear probably has a hole in it—if this is going to be more than just a one-time deal, I need to go for a wax and underwear shopping.
“What do you mean? You showered before we left Chase’s.”
I bite my lip. “I mean I didn’t shave today.” Not that I usually do—I trim it, but it’s winter, so I haven’t seen the point when I won’t be wearing a swimsuit for months.
“Oh I don’t—”
“I can, though.” I start to sit up. “I can just shave real quick or we can do this tomorrow—”
“Taylor—” he says, raising his voice slightly. “I said I don’t care and I’m gonna eat your pussy one of these days just to show you how much.”
My jaw drops, and we just stare at each other as he realizes what he’s said.
“Shit—I’m sorry that was—”
“Hot.” I start giggling. “I’m sorry—I don’t know why I’m laughing cause that was really hot.”
He chuckles along with me and leans in for another kiss. My stomach flips, but it’s no longer from nervousness. This is Todd, my best friend, the only person in the world I can be myself around—even with my clothes off.
Putting my feet on the bed, I lift my butt, hook my fingers in my jeans, and push them down.
He smirks and runs a finger over the damp fabric between my legs. “Do you know what you like? Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Not . . . not really.”
“Then let’s give you your first orgasm.”
He pulls my underwear down, and I hold my breath under his assessing gaze.
Who knows the types of beautiful women he’s been with—Samantha could be just the tip of the iceberg.
But his eyes are full of his characteristic warmth, and, slowly, my lungs fill just in time for the wind to be torn from them when he finds my clit.
“Fucking shit.”
He grins crookedly. “If you like that—just wait.”
I press my lips together to keep from shouting any more when he circles it again.
His other hand finds my nipple, twisting, and I’m caught between the urge to arch into it or grind against the one between my legs.
Both are making me tingle in places I barely knew existed before tonight, and I want it to end and keep going at the same time.
“You’re holding back,” he says, his brown eyes meeting my hazel ones. “Why are you holding back?”
I flush. “I don’t know—it just felt weird screaming like that.”
“Well don’t be quiet on my account.” He swirls his fingers again. “I’d love to hear what I’m doing to you.”
My jaw drops with a soft moan as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue fluttering over the puckered tip. The dual sensations become overwhelming, and yet, I want more. More pressure, more movement, more of something that I can’t name.
“Please . . . please . . .” I start begging even though I have no idea what I’m begging for. “Todd!”
“That’s it, scream my fucking name.”
He releases my nipple and sticks a finger inside me, curling it, while the other keeps drumming on my clit. My back arches, my legs stretching for miles as I lose all concept of time and space. He continues moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I finally stop trembling.
“Holy shit . . .” I say as he flops down beside me.
He rests a hand on my stomach, caressing me gently. “Good holy shit, or bad?”
“Good, definitely good.” I roll onto my side, facing him. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” His brown eyes bore into me. “I enjoyed it just as much as you.”
“Really?” I smirk and reach for the button of his jeans. “Because I’m sure there’s something I can do to make it even more enjoyable.”
His eyes close as I rub him through his boxers. “Fuck, Taylor.”
“Okay, now I totally get why you liked it when I said your name.”
He laughs and helps me get his pants off, making him just as naked as me.
I can’t stop myself from staring at his cock, which isn’t surprising since it’s the first one I’ve ever seen.
It’s big, but somehow also smaller than I expected.
I guess that’s what I get for reading romance books where the guys are always the size of a Pringle can.
Hesitantly, I reach out and wrap my hand around him. How can something be so hard and so soft at the same time?
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” he asks, drawing me from my thoughts. “‘Cause you’re driving me crazy.”
“Sorry, I was . . . experimenting.”
“It’s okay. You can keep going.”
“Can you show me what to do?”
He grunts and puts his hand over mine. “I like it a little more forceful—squeeze and pull.”
I do as he says and watch as his lips part. “Like this?”
“Yeah . . . now faster.”
I increase my speed, and precum leaks from the tip. Curious, I swipe my thumb over the head, and his hips jerk.
“Was that bad?” I ask, going back to the squeeze-pull motion he showed me.
“No, just super sensitive.”
I find a rhythm: squeeze, pull, squeeze, pull, with my eyes glued to his face. After a while, his head falls back, and he meets every pull with a push.
“Taylor . . .” he groans my name, fisting the sheets, as hot, sticky cum coats my hand.
I pull away, caught off guard since I was so focused on his expressions, and the rest lands on his abdomen.
“Is that it?” I ask, finding his gaze again.
“Uh huh,” he replies, still breathing heavily.
I rub my fingers together, playing with the cum until it dries. “I’m gonna go wash my hands,” I say suddenly and run out of the room.
Staring at my reflection, I turn on the cold water and wash my hands like I’m a surgeon heading to the operating room.
“Taylor?” Todd knocks on the door. “Are you okay?”
I turn the water off with numb fingertips and let him in. “Yeah, sorry, I was just getting ready for bed while I was in here. Do you need to do anything?”
“Uh . . . yeah I should probably brush my teeth.”
I nod, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “I’ll get out of your way.”
He grabs me before I can get past him, his semi-hard cock smooshed between us. “You’re never in my way.”
My lips twitch. “I know . . . but this bathroom is a bit small for both of us.
He chuckles. “True, but just wait right here—don’t run away.”
So I stand there, leaning against the doorframe as he brushes and flosses.
“Now come here.” He wraps his arm around me and leads me back to his bedroom. “Because I never got my post-orgasmic cuddle.”
I shake my head, smirking, as he pulls me into bed so I’m resting my head on his chest. “Is this a you thing or should I expect this from every guy I’m with.”
“Only the good ones.”
Only the good ones, indeed.