Chapter 37 The D Word #3
“Are you my perfect boy?” Taylor bit out. He kissed Fletcher’s forehead.
“Yes, daddy. You make me feel s-so good.” Taylor held Fletcher’s face in his hand and forced his thumb back into Fletcher’s mouth. Fletcher wrapped his mouth around it and sucked.
“Good job, sweetheart. Do you want me to come in this tight little hole, beautiful boy?”
“Mhm,” Fletcher hummed around Taylor’s finger. “Please, daddy.” Taylor pulled it out and spread the saliva roughly around Fletcher’s lips. “I need t-to,” Fletcher let out a sigh. “I won’t last.”
“Stroke yourself,” Taylor instructed. “Come for me, sweet boy.”
Fletcher reached down and finally touched himself. He was so painfully hard that he worried it would cause some sort of brain aneurysm from trying to not finish for so long. He needed release, and he needed Taylor to finish at the same time as him.
“Are you close?” Fletcher asked.
Taylor nodded.
Fletcher kept on stroking himself. Taylor was thrusting into him so hard that he thought he might pass out.
“Tell me you think I’m beautiful,” Fletcher cried out.
“So beautiful,” Taylor purred into his ear.
“Tell me you’ll never let me go.”
“Fuck, Fletcher,” Taylor muttered with emotion filling his voice. “I’m never leaving you. Not ever.”
“Tell me,” Fletcher let out a whimper as Taylor hit him at the perfect angle. “Tell me that you’re proud of me.”
“Fletcher,” Taylor sighed softly. He slowed down his thrusting. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby. I fucking mean it.”
Fletcher could feel his orgasm approach, and this time he let himself find release.
He came all over himself, his cum spread all over his stomach and the duvet beneath him.
Taylor came shortly after, filling Fletcher up with his hot cum.
It was so fucking intense and freeing that it literally tickled Fletcher’s brain.
He worried for a split second that he was actually having a brain aneurysm.
He clenched and milked everything out of Taylor until he emptied his balls completely inside of him.
“Fuck,” Taylor grunted as he spilled is last drop inside of Fletcher. He carefully pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Fletcher. He threw his arm over his forehead as he tried to catch his breath.
“Give me a second to breathe and I’ll help clean you up, baby.”
“Holy fuck,” Fletcher breathed out. Reality suddenly hit him like a truck. He was paralyzed. He couldn’t move. It was too intense for him to handle. “What the fuck just happened?”
Did that even happen? Was it all in his imagination?
He was still on the bed so he couldn’t see whatever face Taylor was making. “I’m a father,” Taylor said, letting out a breathy chuckle. Fletcher’s cheeks heated. Of course he would make a joke out of it.
“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” Fletcher bit out, embarrassment slowly creeping back into him. “Just…forget it happened.”
Taylor rolled over on top of Fletcher and kissed the back of his shoulder.
“There’s no going back from this, Armstrong.
” He reached down and collected the cum that had slowly dripped out of Fletcher’s hole and swiped two fingers to collect it before bringing them to Fletcher’s mouth.
Fletcher swatted his hand away and pushed Taylor off of him.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” he snapped at Taylor. He rolled over and straddled Taylor’s waist, pinning him to the bed.
Taylor brought the two fingers to his own mouth and licked them before swallowing his own cum, watching Fletcher with a cocky look in his eye. Like he thought teasing Fletcher right now was funny.
“That’s disgusting,” Fletcher told him disdainfully, sounding like a child gloating.
“You’re the one with cum dripping from your ass, Armstrong,” Taylor teased him.
Fletcher huffed, shaking his head. “Roll over so I can fuck you,” he commanded Taylor, slapping him on his cheek. He felt his dick start to grow hard again just from the thought of it.
Taylor just looked at him with a look of defiance on his face. “Make me,” he challenged.
“Roll over,” Fletcher told him again.
“I’m a bad boy, Armstrong. You’re gonna have to make me.”
Frustrated, Fletcher rolled his eyes as he got up off Taylor and walked into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Taylor walked in shortly after him and watched him with his arms folded across his chest.
“What’s wrong? Why are you being like this?” he asked kind of seriously.
Fletcher clicked his tongue and ignored him. He put his arm under the shower head and waited until the water heated up before pulling the shower curtain back and stepping inside.
“Armstrong,” Taylor pressed. Fletcher ignored him, yanking the curtain closed as he grabbed his bottle of men’s three-in-one and poured some out into his hand.
Taylor yanked the curtain and stepped into the shower behind Fletcher. “Baby, c’mon,” Taylor patronized. “Don’t be like this.”
Fletcher wanted to tell him that he could do whatever the hell he wanted. He was so fucking embarrassed about calling Taylor his fucking “daddy” and here Taylor was making a joke out of it. He fucking encouraged it.
Taylor placed his hand on Fletcher’s shoulder as Fletcher lathered the soap in his hands, realizing there was no fucking wash rag in here. Fuck, fucking, fuck. Fletcher in a fucking mood.
“I’m trying to shower,” he told Taylor, not bothering to turn back to look at him. “This shower’s too small for the both of us.”
“You’re upset,” Taylor said, still not leaving. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, sounding overly concerned. “Fletch—”
“I’m fine. Just go. I’ll be quick,” he told Taylor coldly, trying to conceal his frustration. He was being irrational about this. He shouldn’t be taking this out on Taylor when the real issue was him. His messed-up freak mind.
He tried not to imagine the hurt look on Taylor’s face as Taylor removed his hand from Fletcher’s shoulder and pulled the shower curtain back to get out. Fletcher felt powerless. He wanted to even the score.
“Wait,” Fletcher said abruptly. He turned around and faced Taylor. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he told him assertively.
Taylor nodded with concern in his eyes and quietly did what he was asked.
Fletcher nudged his legs apart with his foot as far as they could go in this shower.
Fletcher used the soap in his hand and used it to slick Taylor open.
He inserted two fingers inside of Taylor, who relaxed enough for Fletcher to slide them in with little to no resistance.
“Are you fucking me with men’s three-in-one?
” Taylor asked, sounding slightly afraid.
“Sure am,” Fletcher said sharply. He reached down to pump himself before angling himself to slide into Taylor. He put his leg up against the side of the tub and pulled Taylor’s hips towards him to get the angle just right. “You ready?” he asked Taylor a little softer.
Taylor nodded. Fletcher slowly thrusted himself inside of Taylor.
Taylor pressed his cheek against the wall of the shower as Fletcher drove all the way into him.
Fletcher pulled in and slammed back into him, causing Taylor to let out a deep grunt.
Fletcher gripped Taylor’s hip with one hand and roughly used his other hand to keep Taylor’s face pinned to the wall.
He thrust deeply into Taylor, who cried out each time Fletcher hit his prostate.
Taylor slid a hand down to stroke himself, but Fletcher pushed Taylor’s head even harder against the wall.
“You’re not touching yourself,” Fletcher told him assertively. “Don’t move these hands from the wall.”
“Or what?” Taylor bit out. “Shit, Fletcher,” he grunted. Fletcher dug his nails into Taylor’s skin as he picked up his pace and thrust even deeper inside of Taylor.
“This doesn’t change what happened,” Taylor told him tauntingly.
“Stop talking.” Thrust.
Taylor let out a cold chuckle. “Don’t talk to daddy like that,” Taylor goaded. Harder thrust. A faint whimper slipped from Taylor’s lips.
“Fuck you, Taylor.” Thrust.
“Harder,” Taylor grunted. “Gimme’ all you got, big guy.” Thrust.
“Am I your daddy, Fletcher?”
Fletcher covered Taylor’s face with his hand as he thrust into Taylor as hard as humanly possible.
A moan escaped from Taylor’s mouth, causing Fletcher to grunt.
He gave Taylor everything he had as he drained his balls entirely, filling Taylor completely with his cum.
Taylor let out cries as pleasure against Fletcher’s hand as he finished, shooting his cum onto the shower wall.
He let out a deep breath as he pulled out of Taylor and turned back around to step back under the water.
Taylor turned around too and wrapped his arm around Fletcher’s neck and kissed him on his temple from behind.
He flipped Fletcher around and pushed him up against the opposite end of the shower and devoured Fletcher’s mouth as the water rained down directly above them.
Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and pulled him in even closer until they were skin to skin. Taylor cupped Fletcher’s jaw, forcing Fletcher to open his mouth. Taylor leaned in and spit right into Fletcher’s mouth before diving right back into kiss him again.
Taylor reached down and turned the shower off before picking Fletcher up with one arm.
Fletcher clung onto Taylor as Taylor stepped out of the shower and carried Fletcher over to the couch.
He laid Fletcher down and kissed his way down Fletcher’s body before taking his cock into his mouth and sucking off Fletcher until he got hard again, which took very little time.
“Do you want me to suck you off, Armstrong?” Taylor asked roughly.
Fletcher quickly shook his head. “Please.”
“Please who?” Taylor goaded. But Fletcher didn’t care. Taylor clearly liked it just as much as Fletcher pretended he didn’t.
“Please, daddy. Suck my fucking cock.”