Page 90 of Up In Flames
But when he brushes a hand across my cheek, I realize…I simply don’t want to end it.
Be someone else, they said.
Do something different, they said.
Well, here I am, but… “What happens next?” I ask Taylor, so out of my element here. I’m used to calling the shots and coming up with the plan, but right now, I know nothing. “I don’t know how I’m going to handle the distance,” I admit, bringing my lips to his neck, just to taste him again. It’s impossible to look at Taylor andnotwant to overwhelm all five of my senses with him.
“I can text on the plane,” he says, tilting his neck to the side, allowing me better access while simultaneously pulling me down the hallway toward the primary bedroom.
“What if I need more?” I ask, not giving two shits about how needy I sound as I walk him backwards toward the bed once we enter the room. I’m also not sure if I’m talking about right now or while he’s gone.
“I’ll FaceTime you when I get to the hotel.”
“More,” I growl against his skin, actually getting pissed that Taylor has a respectable job that’s going to take him away from me. My hands are now working their hardest to get these damn pants off.
“We’ll get off together on the video call,” he offers, getting more breathless with every passing second.
Once his pants are down far enough to bare his ass, I spin him around, bend him forward at the waist, and spank him hard on an upstroke.
The force of it rocks him forward.
What the fuck was that? I’ve never spanked anyone in my entire life.
I’m about to apologize for whatever monster has clearly taken over my brain, but then he groans and pushes his round ass back toward me.
“Fuck, Knox. Do that again. The other side. Even it out.”
Don’t have to ask me twice, baby.
A loud crack rings through the air as my hand lands on his opposite cheek this time. Taylor rolls his hips into the mattress, seeking friction, and I lose my goddamn mind.
Gripping his waist, I lift him onto the bed. He lands on his hands and knees just like I wanted. He hasn’t even stopped bouncing before my hands are on his ass, spreading his cheeks.
I have a lot of negative qualities, but one of my more positive traits is that I don’t really half-ass anything. If I’m in this with Taylor, I want all of it. The full experience.
Do I have any fucking clue how to eat an ass?
Nope, but I learn best by doing, and I remember what I liked when he did it.
Before my tongue lands anywhere near him, Taylor lies flat and rolls over.
I do not like being denied.
I stay quiet, warning him to get back into position with my clenched jaw and demanding stare.
The little shit just laughs.
“It’s not ano,Knox. It’s anif you’re going to eat my ass, I need to at least grab a quick shower.”
“You didn’t letmetake a shower first,” I grumble, trying to flip him back over.
“Normally, I wouldn’t if you didn’t want me to, but I just spent the last three hours in a pool of my own ass sweat on my parents’ new back porch, which my insanely hot boyfriend happened to build, rubbing my thighs together because they wanted to talk about what I did while they were gone,” he reassures me.
“Want it now,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Then let me shower,” he answers stubbornly. After thirty seconds of a stare-down, he laughs. “Give metwo minutesin the shower.”
I wave my hand toward the bathroom. “Go.”
