Page 58 of Up In Flames
Chapter 21
Knox
“More what?” Taylor asks, his hand already applying pressure to my throbbing cock.
“Everything,” I admit. More touching, more talking, hell, I even want more spooning.
With Taylor’s firm body beneath me earlier, and his hands on me now, I don’t even recognize myself. He told me just to feel, and what Ifeelis unexpected, uncontrollable desire. Ineedthe touch of another human. Specifically, I crave the touch ofthishuman.
Knowing my body was enough to get Taylor off was a heady feeling, and I’m trying to stop fighting myself. Phoenix was right. Taylor is well over eighteen. And he genuinely seems to want me for some reason.
So, I told him the truth about what I need, even if I don’t know exactly what it means. At least I’m starting to get an idea of what it looks like.
Looking down at Taylor, his eyes flash with the same desire I feel, and a wicked grin lifts the corner of his decadent mouth.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says, his voice lower than usual, calling his masculinity into sharp relief whichis odd against his hairless body and feminine wardrobe, but itworksfor him.
Apparently, it works for me, too.
“That feels like it should be my line,” I say. It’s strange seeking praise and validation from someone so young. I’ve lived an entire life, yet it’s his perspective, energy, and enthusiasm I find myself craving in this moment. Inallmoments, recently.
His hands roam across my bare chest, and his lips are back at my neck and shoulder. It feels like he’s trying to climb me as we stand here.
He’s notskinnyorscrawny,but heislean, and I’m mesmerized when I can place my thumb tips together at his belly button and span his entire stomach and waist with my hands.
I feel his resulting smile against my skin, and it encourages me.
Without warning, I grip him hard and hoist him up. Anticipating what I wanted to do, Taylor allows me to lift him from the floor, and he wraps his legs around me like he did on the counter.
I have no plan here.
Just feel.
Just take.
What do I need?
What do I want?
Everything comes crashing down in waves as I carry Taylor to the couch. Still too timid to describe what I really want, I sit down with him in my lap, hoping he’ll grind against me hard enough to get me off again. I had no idea that would feel so fuckinggood. It was like a sensual tease, almost enough but not quite…and somehow that was hotter than just wrapping his hand around me.
Taylor wastes no time expertly moving his hips in a circle before rolling them forward and back across my lap like he’s got a DJ in his head playing all his favorite songs.
My head falls back onto the couch, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Nu-uh, Knox. You’re going to want to watch this show. Keep those stormy eyes on me,” Taylor commands, his confidence and sass back on full display.
Crossing his arms, he grabs the bottom of his loaned shirt and rips it overhead. Without conscious thought, my hands dart forward to feel his skin. They run down his chest, over his stomach, and then I run them down his bare thighs and calves. Since Taylor shaves his legs, they’re silky smooth, and I’m hit with how pleasing it is to be with thismanwho still provides some of my favorite sensations of being with a woman. The juxtaposition of his carved muscles beneath hairless skin is more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined.
He's truly like marble, and as someone who works with the substance regularly, I have a great appreciation for its smooth, polished, and firm nature.
While maintaining a tantalizing rhythm over my still-hard cock, Taylor moves his hands to undo the button and zipper on my jeans.
Oh, God, yes. Please.
It’s as if my body came alive after that earlier orgasm and is now frantic with the need to get off again. I suppose it should be. There’s a lot of time to make up for.
Taylor scoots his ass back toward my knees until he slides off my legs completely. Leaning forward, he drives his fingertips into the waistband of my pants.
