Page 55 of Up In Flames
Jesus Christ.
With my heart beating a thousand beats per minute, I try not to black out as I remind him, “You forget I don’t know what I’m doing, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be. But you can have five minutes to use me however you need.”
His eyes roll back in his head. “I only need one.”
He pushes the boxers he’s wearing—myboxers—down to bare his dick and lines me up so that every time he thrusts upward, his cock brushes along my own, still concealed by my thin pajama pants. His hands dip under my waistband, and he grabs two handfuls of my ass hard enough to leave bruises.
The zing of pain only adds to the pleasure, and my hips buck forward as he pulls me into himself, slightly spreading my cheeks apart.
I fight to keep my eyes open. They want to close and get lost in the pleasure he’s giving me, even as he takes his own, but his face is too fucking beautiful, and if I’m only doing this once, I don’t want to miss any of it.
He’s shameless about how his mouth hangs open. His eyes are so heavily lidded, he looks stoned out of his mind. And the sounds he makes…I’ll never unhear them.
I wish his shirt was off so I could watch his pecs flex as he grips me and moves me along his body. I’ve never seen another man’s body come undone before.
Then, suddenly, there’s a tingle at the base of my spine.
Oh no…no, no,no.
This was meant to be for him.
Not me.
I try everything I can think of to get the feeling to go away, but I make the mistake of tilting my head down in an effort totear my gaze away from his beautiful face, and my eyes land on his cock instead…
Right as he says, “Oh fuck, yes. Knox, I’m coming.”
Taylor’s balls empty onto his stomach in the most fascinating series of muscle contractions I’ve ever witnessed as he lies beneath me. He must’ve pulled his shirt up while I was watching his cock, so his cum hits his bare skin, and the sight of him marking himself sends a wave of desire through me so strong, I can’t hold back.
“Oh shit,” I groan, as my orgasm prepares to barrel through me. As soon as he realizes what’s happening, Taylor grabs my face and forces me to look at him.
“Trust me,” is all he says before pushing me forward by my ass, causing my knees to land on either side of his head. My hands smack the wall behind the headboard, and when I look down again, Taylor has pulled my pants down and has his hand wrapped around my cock. He’s aiming it at his open mouth, his eyes locked onto mine. When he sticks his tongue out, I fucking lose it, and I come with the force of a wrecking ball right into his waiting mouth.
Chapter 20
Taylor
Iexpect Knox to run immediately. I probably pushed a little too far—again—but no way was I going to let him sleep on the floor for fuck’s sake, and once he was behind me, my body needed him desperately. To my shocked delight, he didn’t put up much of a fight.
Instead of running, he slides back down my body and collapses onto me, burying his face in my neck.
I like the weight of him.
Wrapping my arms around his back, I squeeze gently. “Are you okay?”
“I have no idea,” he replies. I regret opening my mouth because he pushes up onto his hands and sits back on his heels, putting distance between us. Shyly, he tucks himself back in his pajama pants while I just let my cock soften in plain sight.
“I’m a mess,” I point out unnecessarily. “Want to join me in the shower?” I ask it teasingly to lighten the mood, but I can tell he’s retreating into his mind. I want to touch him and try to comfort him, but I think it would have the opposite effect right now. Instead, I try to do it with my words. “I know it’s probably difficult to process what just happened, and even more difficultto process how you feel about it, but nothing about who you are as a person has changed, Knox.”
Finally, his eyes meet mine, but only for a brief second before looking away again.
“I’m gonna go start the coffee,” he mutters.
He sounds like he’s in a daze, and the last thing I want is for him to regret this or have a crisis over it. Figuring the best thing I can do is give him space, I watch as he climbs off me in silence and heads out the door. A few seconds later, the beep of his alarm is abruptly silenced, and I make my way into the bathroom to clean myself up.
Realizing I don’t have any of my own clothes, toiletries, or belongings outside of my cell phone that my sister grabbed from her car on our way out of the marina’s lot yesterday, I wrap the towel around my waist and go in search of Knox.
His house is one story, so it doesn’t take long to find him busying himself in the kitchen.
