Chapter 37 The D Word #2
Fletcher nodded. “You taste amazing,” he told Taylor, his saliva dripping down the head of Taylor’s erection. He stuck his tongue and licked further down with his mouth wide open before fully releasing him. “Your cock is so big. I can barely get my lips around it.”
“You take me so well, beautiful boy. You have such a perfect mouth. Are you ready to take more of me?”
Fletcher answered by licking Taylor from base-to-tip. He teasingly brushed a finger across Taylor’s balls as he took Taylor down his throat. He let out a grunt as Fletcher sucked him.
Taylor sat back and relaxed as he let Fletcher take over. Fletcher breathed in through his nose as he took all nine inches of Taylor, completely filling the back of his throat. Taylor’s cock twitched as Fletcher hummed around him. Fletcher pulled back slightly and continued to suck him.
He knew how much Taylor was enjoying this from how hard it looked like he was trying to restrain himself.
He knew Taylor wanted nothing more than to push his head down and thrust into his mouth, but Fletcher was calm as he moved over Taylor’s length and gave him just as much attention as Taylor had given him.
Fletcher was doing this for his own enjoyment. Not Taylor’s.
Taylor’s legs started to quiver, so Fletcher pulled off him completely before Taylor would finish in Fletcher’s mouth. He wasn’t ready for that to happen.
“I want you to fuck me,” Fletcher said. He pulled Taylor’s boxers down, and Taylor lifted his hips so Fletcher could completely remove them. Fletcher reached for his cock and started to stroke him.
“Not yet,” Taylor told him calmly. Fletcher gave him a confused look as Taylor still reached over for the lube and poured some out.
Fletcher whimpered as the coldness of the lube met his rim. Taylor slicked Fletcher’s hole and loosened him up before getting himself ready.
Taylor nudged Fletcher’s hip. “Come sit down,” he said softly.
“On it?” Fletcher swallowed, sounding a little shocked.
Taylor just nodded as he spread his legs wide enough so Fletcher could sit on his lap.
Fletcher gripped Taylor’s cock and slowly sunk down on it until he was fully seated and feeling incredibly full, letting a groan slip from his lips.
He leaned back against Taylor’s chest as Taylor lazily rubbed a hand low on Fletcher’s stomach.
Fletcher tried to control his breathing as Taylor teasingly brushed his fingers up and down Fletcher’s chest before slowly dragging them to grip his aching cock.
“Please,” Fletcher whispered, begging Taylor to stroke him.
His whole entire body felt like it was lit on fire as Taylor teasingly rubbed the head of Fletcher’s cock with the tip of his finger.
Fletcher clenched his jaw as he held back another grunt.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Taylor purred into his ear.
Fletcher clenched around Taylor, rolling his hips to move around Taylor’s cock.
Taylor let go of Fletcher’s cock. He groaned at the loss of contact and forced himself to still.
Taylor picked Fletcher’s cock back up and started to give him slow, torturous strokes.
“Does this feel good?” Taylor whispered.
“Y-yes,” Fletcher choked out as Taylor swiped a pinkie across the sensitive skin of his balls.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he whimpered. “Please,” he begged again, not entirely sure of what he was begging for.
Taylor released his cock as his hand went to cup Fletcher’s balls.
Fletcher threw his head back against the nape of Taylor’s neck as he gently squeezed them.
Taylor turned his head and kissed the side of Fletcher’s head on his temple.
“Do you like that, sweet boy?” Taylor hummed, still completely calm. Fletcher nodded, unable to speak. Taylor brushed his thumb across the skin before moving his hand back up to pump Fletcher.
“So good,” Fletcher muttered beneath his breath. Taylor slightly thrusted up into Fletcher, hitting his prostate. Pleasure ripped through Fletcher as he saw stars. “Please, faster.”
Taylor picked up his speed and stroked him at a slightly quicker pace. Fletcher felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. He wanted to melt completely into Taylor as he drove him to insanity. He wanted to give Taylor complete control.
He cried out as Taylor continued to thrust into him, hitting his spot each time. “Taylor,” he whispered. “I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not,” Taylor bit out, taking his hands off Fletcher completely.
“Are you fucking edging me right now?” Fletcher complained, growing frustrated at the sudden loss of contact.
Taylor gripped Fletcher’s jaw roughly. “Shh.” He kissed Fletcher’s temple again.
“Be a good boy for me, Fletcher.” He reached down and resumed stroking him, just a little slower.
Fletcher closed his eyes as he focused on controlling his orgasm.
A part of him wanted to know what Taylor did if he let himself come anyways, but the rest of Fletcher felt the growing desire to listen and obey.
“Let me take care of you,” Taylor spoke softly into his ear. He kissed Fletcher’s cheek. “I love you, Fletcher.”
“I love you too,” he replied. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. You’re so perfect.” He sped up his pace a little. “I want everyone to know how good a boy you are for me,” he whispered. “How well you listen to me.”
“I do too,” Fletcher breathed out. “Tell them I’m your boy.”
Taylor finally thrusted into Fletcher again, and Fletcher clenched around him, desperate for more movement. “My beautiful boy. So fucking tight around me. Lean down, sweetheart,” he said softly.
Still inside of Fletcher, Taylor wrapped an arm around him and flipped, so Fletcher was laying flat on his stomach. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby boy?”
“Please,” Fletcher cried out, seeming to be increasingly responsive to this new pet name.
He rolled his hips just to feel Taylor move inside of him, clenching hardly to keep him in.
“I need you, Taylor.” Fletcher didn’t feel entirely like himself.
He felt wild and unguarded, like he had been let loose to do as he pleased. “Fuck me with your big cock.”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered out. He gripped Fletcher’s hips. “Relax for me, baby. You’re too fucking tight.”
“Are you going to fuck me?” Fletcher asked impatiently through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, you want that, baby boy?”
“Make me forget,” he cried out. A train wreck of emotions seemed to hit him all at once. A disappointment, unwanted, unloved. He hated being here.
He needed this more than anything. Taylor was the only one who could make him feel this good. He could take care of Fletcher the way he needed to be. Taylor knew exactly how to cater to his needs. He was…
“Please, daddy,” Fletcher instinctively whined. Impulsively. Without even thinking.
Oh shit. Fletcher froze. What the fuck did he just say?
“Holy shit,” Taylor muttered, seemingly having the same reaction. “Fletch…” Taylor said carefully. “Are you sure?” he asked softly. Fuck.
Fletcher quickly nodded and swallowed. “Please, Taylor. Please fuck me,” he asked more seriously. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, hoping Taylor wasn’t completely turned off.
“No, it’s fine… I don’t mind. I just…” Taylor seemed a little too stunned to speak. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“More than anything,” Fletcher quickly promised him. “I didn’t mean for it to slip out like that. I didn’t mean to call you that.”
“I can be whatever you need,” Taylor assured him. “If it’ll help you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is so fucking embarrassing.” This was probably the most mortified he’d ever been. What the hell?
Taylor reached over and caressed the side of Fletcher’s face. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Do you want that?” he asked softly. Fletcher nodded, giving him a look of approval. He did. Fuck, he really fucking did. He was so messed up.
Taylor parked his hands back on Fletcher’s hips and adjusted his angle. Fletcher let out a deep sigh of relief when Taylor slowly moved in and out of him. “Good?” Taylor asked.
Fletcher responded with a moan. Taylor reached back down to brush the hair out of Fletcher’s face. “Good boy, Fletcher,” he purred. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Taylor sped things up a little, thrusting hard and moving deep inside of him.
“So good,” Fletcher cried out. “I’m so fucking full.” Fletcher tried to turn his brain off and just… feel. He was done thinking. He needed release.
“Can I go faster, sweetheart?” Taylor panted. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Please d—fuck,” Fletcher groaned, almost letting it slip out again. Now that he said it, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His brain refused to cooperate.
“Say it, Fletch. It’s okay.” It came out so soft and reassuringly, like Taylor was trying to spare him the embarrassment. He truly was perfect and understanding. Fletcher didn’t deserve him.
“No,” Fletcher groaned. “It’s—”
“Say it,” Taylor commanded him more assertively, digging his nails into Fletcher’s skin. It shocked Fletcher a little. “I want to hear you say it.”
Taylor leaned over Fletcher as he continued to take him from behind. He slowed his pace down, but his thrusts got rougher and deeper. He pressed a kiss to the back of Fletcher’s head, and Fletcher whimpered each time Taylor hit his prostate.
What the hell was happening here? What the actual fuck? Was Taylor into this sort of thing?
Fletcher decided it was okay to test the water a little.
“Harder, daddy,” Fletcher spit out, wanting to gauge Taylor’s reaction.
“Fuck, baby,” Taylor groaned. He got rougher with each thrust. More possessive. He was telling Fletcher that he belonged to him without saying it. He was marking Fletcher as his own. There was no way that Taylor didn’t like this. Not from how hard he was fucking Fletcher senseless.
Fletcher felt lightheaded as he fought off his orgasm. He needed this to go on for as long as possible.