Page 91 of Up In Flames
It only takes him forty seconds. The droplets of water clinging to his skin when he makes his way to the bed are still cold, making me laugh.
“You didn’t even let the water get warm.”
Crawling onto the bed on his hands and knees, he gives me a sly smile. “I knew I’d heat up fast enough.” He looks like a majestic, powerful feline as he moves on all fours before dropping onto his forearms.
I only hesitate for a second. If I do it wrong, I’m confident Taylor will tell me what he likes instead. On my knees behind him, I spread him wide and tentatively bring my tongue to his bare hole. A quick swipe to test the waters, and I’m a fucking goner.
I dive back in for another taste much more aggressively than the first and Taylor lurches forward. My hands are gripping his waist, though, so he doesn’t make it far.
I lick and suck like he’s my last meal.
I shake my head from side to side, trying to wedge myself deeper, when he lets out the most delicious moan I’ve ever heard.
“Mmmm, fuck. Your beard feels so fucking good there.”
There is no rhythm, no finesse, no plan to my movements. It’s just raw lust and a need to taste him, permanently brand him on my tastebuds so his flavor lasts well beyond Thursday.
His hand disappears, and I realize he’s stroking his cock. Adept at multi-tasking, I bat his hand away, lean over to grab a pump of lube, and take over. I’ve now got my left hand supporting myself, my face buried deep in Taylor’s ass, and my right hand flying up and down his shaft.
I’m rewarded with him fisting my sheets, pushing back into me, and panting my name.
No one haseversaid my name like this…like I’m driving him insane with pleasure and need, and he can’t get enough.
Neither can I.
Taylor makes me feel like I’ve been vindicated. Found not guilty of being a dull lover.
Curiosity and desire make a deadly combination, and I find myself wanting to explore this more. More.More.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pump another small amount of lube into my hand and begin coating my fingers. Once they’re lubed, I run them along his crease and smile when he moans.
“You sure you’re ready for all this?” Taylor asks. I think he’s twisting to look at me over his shoulder, but I can’t take my eyes off the mesmerizing sight before me.
“I’m ready,” I confirm, trailing my index finger along his body until I’m in position to breach his hole. “Are you ready?”
“I was born ready,” he says with all the sass I’ve come to expect from him. “Just go slow. It’s been a while.”
I bite back the angry, jealous remark fighting to break free from my lips, knowing I’m being ridiculous.Mine, my inner voice says, loud and clear.
Trying to push the thought to side, I dip the tip of my index finger inside him. He clenches around me, and I freeze. He’s sotight I can feel my pulse in my fingertip. I fight the urge to drive in farther until he tells me he’s ready, but it’s a lot fucking harder to go slow than I thought it’d be.
Finally, he relaxes and says, “Okay, more.”
By the time I’m in up to my second knuckle, my cock is weeping pre-cum.
“Curl your finger,” Taylor instructs, his voice barely sounding like his own.
I do as he says, and I feel his cock bounce in appreciation from my position insidehis body. I push in a little farther and swipe again.
“Ungh, fuuuuck,” Taylor cries with his face in the sheets.
That’s when I realize I’m stroking his prostate. With no family history of cancer, I’m not due for a prostate exam for another year. It’s something I’ve always dreaded, especially as it looms closer, but watching Taylor’s reaction to the touch, I’m more intrigued than anything.
“Knox,” he pants. “Add another finger. Please make me come.”
I slip a second finger in alongside the first, starting slowly but gaining speed the more he relaxes into my touch. Before long, I can’t tear my eyes away from where my fingers are pistoning in and out of his ass.
The longer I keep going, the more I find my own ass clenching, seemingly disgruntled that it’s not getting its turn to be filled.
