Page 54 of Up In Flames
“Please don’t stop,” he whines, his sleep-filled voice making my traitorous cock twitch as he pushes his ass back, seeking the friction from a moment ago.
“Oh, hell,” I mutter, moving my hand to his hip to stop his ass from colliding with my groin. “I’m sorry. I can’t control that thing sometimes. I was hoping you were still asleep and didn’t notice.”
“I’ll pretend to be fuckingdeadif it means you’ll start grinding on me again,” he says, no hint of joking this time. “Besides, I know how dicks work, Knox. You don’t have to apologize…unless you don’t start moving.”
Trying to ignore the growing desire to give in and get off, I change the subject.
“How are you feeling this morning? Any dizziness, nausea?” I ask into his hair.
“Yeah, I’m fucking dizzy. All my blood is in my cock, and it feels like the damn thing is going to fall off.”
I snort a laugh. “So dramatic.”
Suddenly, he grabs my hand from his hip and yanks my arm forward, placing my hand right over what is very obviously his erection.
“Does this feel dramatic to you?” he asks.
“Holy shit.How do you have that much between your legs? You’re like five feet tall.” And then another thought occurs to me. “And where the hell does it go when you wear those shorts?”
Taylor groans. “I promise I’ll answer all your questions. Justpleasetouch me.”
I’m far closer to giving in than Ieverthought I’d be for a plea like that. No one’s begged me for anything in a very,verylong time. Before I have to commit, though, I hear my alarm clock going off down the hallway.
“Saved by the bell,” I joke, not even sure he’s old enough to get the reference.
Now, the problem is that I have to figure out how to climb over him. Pushing up onto my elbow, I make a suggestion as I try quickly swinging a leg over him to slip out of bed.
“Why don’t you get off in my sheets—it’s laundry day anyway—and I’ll go start breakfast.”
As soon as I have one leg over him, Taylor grabs my hips and handles me like I’m the smaller one, slamming me down onto his lap. He’d shifted to his back as I was trying to make my escape.
Thrown off balance, I quickly plant my hands by his head. “I’ll crush you,” I say, trying to lift my weight off him.
“Knox, I’m…n-notthatsmall.” His words are broken as he forcefully grinds me back and forth across his dick. It’s pointedtoward his stomach so my massive frame is rubbing along the underside of his shaft…which, apparently, he likes. A lot.
“Based on the ride you’re making me take, and the telephone pole in your pants, I think it’s safe to say yourdickisn’t small at all.”
What am I doing?I chide myself.
I should be getting up. My alarm is still going off. Thankfully, its obnoxious beeping is only a whimper in the distance, but I hear it, and it’s reminding me that it’s time to get back to reality and start my day.
“You can’t compliment my dick while grinding against me and then not get me off, Knox. That’s cruel.”
“I’m not grind…you’re doing that!” I argue.
Taylor holds his hands up in front of my face, and to my absolute horror, my hips continue to move on their own.
He gives me the sexiest, most confident smirk I’ve ever seen. “You were saying?”
I try to swing my other leg over him to go find my fucking sanity, but he catches my calf, pulls it back down, and locks it into place next to his hip.Fuck, he’s a lot stronger than he looks.
“Just this once,” he begs, thrusting his hips up into me. “Please. I’m fucking dying over here, and you can give me everything I need. It doesn’t mean you’re gay. It just means you’re helping a friend.”
I would laugh, but I’m starting to match his level of desperation with each pump of his body against mine.
“Fine,” I hear myself grit out. “But then you back the hell off and we never speak of this again,” I add. What I feel for Taylor is complicated. Even after talking to the guys about it, I’d decided there are just too many hurdles to overcome. During our conversation that never happened last night, I’d planned to tell Taylor for the hundredth time that this thing between us can’t happen.
“Deal. Now make me fucking come,” he says through clenched teeth.
