Page 47 of Wish We Were There

“Tell me more.”

“You look so hot like this,” Parker said, eyes roaming up and down Taylor’s body. “Naked and so tight around me in my bed. Look how easily you’re taking a third finger. Your cute little hole is so greedy. It just wants my cock, doesn’t it?”

Taylor whimpered, nodding. He reached one hand down between his legs, searching for where Parker’s fingers entered his body, feeling the slick friction. Parker grabbed Taylor’s hand and guided it to his own cock. “Feel how hard I am for you?”

Taylor’s long fingers encircled and stroked him, making him moan.

“You’re so big,” Taylor panted, squeezing him. “You’re gonna feel so good inside me.”

Parker rocked his hips, pushing his cock through the slick pressure of Taylor’s fist—it felt good, but he knew Taylor’s hole would feel a thousand times better.

“I’m ready,” Taylor urged him. “Come on.”

“Okay,” Parker laughed. “Hold on.” With his free hand, he found the condom he’d placed on the bedside drawer, ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it on. Then he gently pulled his fingers from Taylor’s body and pressed the head of his cock to his soft, pliant hole.

“Ready for me?” Parker asked.

“Yes, come on,” Taylor said, even more urgency in his voice this time. Parker didn’t need any more encouragement; he pushed his hips forward, and Taylor’s hole all but sucked him in. He moaned at the heat and pressure enveloping his cock, and Taylor let out a soft sound that was just as relieved, just as needy.

“Gentle,” he panted again, and Parker nodded. He moved unbearably slowly, every nerve in his body crying for relief. He’d imagined this moment so many times before, and more than anything, he wanted to make Taylor feel good, wanted to see him come apart with pleasure.

He groaned when he felt the back of Taylor’s thighs press against his pelvis; he was buried to the base of his cock. Taylor’s chest heaved as he panted, eyes closed. His left hand had a vice grip on Parker’s sheets, but the other hand was loosely curled around his cock.

“Go on,” Parker urged. Taylor’s eyes flickered open. “I want to see you jerk yourself off while I fuck you.”

Taylor’s insides clenched around him, his cock bucking; Parker had to fight to stop himself from laughing with delight. He didn’t think he’d ever been quite this domineering before, but he’d never been with anyone who seemed to like it this much, either.

“I—Okay,” Taylor panted, and he started to stroke his cock in slow, languid movements. Parker moved his hips at the same pace, pulling out until he felt the tight ring of muscle squeezing the head of his cock, then pushing all the way in again. Taylor moaned, pressing his free hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. Parker wanted to tell him not to—he wanted to hear every noise Taylor made—but he thought if he did, he might cum far too soon.

Everything in him felt right. Like his head was buzzing, but instead of all the usual thoughts about the future and worry about how this would turn out, it was full of comfortable silence. Like his brain could finally let go of it all, and all his focus was on Taylor, making Taylor feel good.

He wanted to kiss Taylor—wanted to feel Taylor pant and gasp against his mouth as he came. Parker shifted positions so he was right on top of Taylor, their chests pressed together. Taylor let out a soft, surprised noise that Parker stifled with his lips—then he moaned, pressing his tongue into Parker’s mouth.

Taylor’s free hand was in Parker’s hair again, but rather than gripping his hair, he was scratching his scalp in a soothing rhythm.

“You feel so good,” Parker groaned when they parted, their noses still brushing. He was moving faster now, his hips moving of their own accord. Every nerve in his body was alight, hyper aware of Taylor’s body against him, around him.

“I’m close,” Taylor breathed—Parker could still feel him touching himself between their bodies. “Fuck, you’re—you’re gonna make me cum.”

Parker bit his lip, the words pushing him right up to the edge himself. He just had to hold back until Taylor came, just a little longer—

“Let me feel you,” he urged, his words coming out as a breathless whisper. “I want to feel it—want to feel you cum around my cock.”

Taylor’s hand stilled as he cried out, shuddering around Parker as he came, squeezing Parker’s cock even tighter. Parker moaned, following him over the edge.

Everything in him burned with heat and light. Taylor’s skin against him, Taylor’s scent in his nose, the warmth of Taylor’s cum caught between their bellies, the heat of his core so tight around Parker’s cock—it was all utter bliss. It was all right. How had he ever been so afraid of messing things up? How could it have ever been anything but perfect, just like this?

Taylor’s fingers stroking his hair guided him back into his body. His face was pressed into the crook of Taylor’s shoulder, and he pressed soft, tired kisses to his sweat-damp skin, making Taylor shiver.

“You okay?” he asked, propping himself up. Taylor met his gaze. His face was still flushed, and his eyelashes glistened with tears, but the sweetly satisfied smile on his lips was reassurance enough for Parker.

“Yeah,” Taylor replied softly, cupping Parker’s face and pulling him in for a kiss. “Are you?”

Parker closed his eyes, leaning into the soft contact. He didn’t think he’d ever been more okay, more happy, in his whole life.

“Yeah,” he said, opening his eyes again. Taylor’s eyes were blue and shining, like the sky after rain. “I’m good.”

Chapter Eighteen

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