Taylen’s hands still, his eyes finding mine, waiting patiently. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” I finally manage, words barely louder than the shared breaths between us. “Want to feel you. All of you.” The admission makes heat rise in my cheeks, but I maintain eye contact, needing him to understand the depth of trust I’m offering.
His pupils dilate noticeably at my request, his hands tightening slightly where they rest against my skin. “You’re sure?” he asks, voice rougher now. “We don’t have to?—”
I silence him with a kiss. His response is immediate and intense, his mouth moving against mine with a passion that makes me shake.
His mouth leaves a trail of fire down my chest as he works his way lower, each kiss feeling like a brand against skin that’s become hypersensitive to his touch. When he reaches thewaistband of my jeans, his eyes find mine again, seeking final permission before continuing his exploration.
The first touch of his tongue against my cock draws sounds from my throat I barely recognize as mine, pleasure short-circuiting all of the higher brain functions. His hands hold my hips steady as he takes me deeper.
But it’s when he moves lower still, opening my legs and settling his tongue flat against my hole, that I truly lose the ability to think coherently. Each lick sends electricity through my nervous system, building pressure that feels like a timer counting down to an explosion. My hands fist in the sheets as he works me open with his tongue.
“Please,” I manage finally, my words coming out broken and desperate as his tongue continues its sweet torture. “Tay, please. I need you. Need more.” My body trembles on the edge of something big, something that feels like flying and falling all at the same time.
His response is to press deeper, adding a finger alongside his tongue in a way that makes me arch off the bed with a desperate sound. Everything narrows to that single point of contact between us, to the way he’s slowly taking me apart.
The pleasure builds higher, threatening to overwhelm the careful control I’m trying to maintain. But just as I’m about to beg for more, for anything, for everything he’s willing to give me, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate on sheets that feel too hot against oversensitive skin.
28
TAYLEN
Bastian’s bodytrembles beneath my hands as I reach for my wallet, my fingers fumbling to get to the packet of lube I’ve had in there since god knows when. The air in the hotel room feels thick with anticipation as Bastian watches me with his eyes gone dark and hungry.
My hands shake slightly as I add some lube to his hole and then use the rest to lather my cock.
“Please,” he whispers again, with an edge of desperation that sends fresh heat through my system. His body arches slightly as I position myself. “Tay, please. Need you.”
The initial push draws out a groan from both of us. “You’re so fucking tight, Bastian.”
“I can handle it.”
“I have no doubt you can. It’s me I’m worried about. I’m about to blow. Embarrassingly fast.”
He laughs, which has the effect of helping me ease farther into him.
“It’s a good thing you’re younger than me. How’s your refractory period, baby?”
I groan. “Keep doing that squeezy thing with your butt and you’ll find out soon enough.”
I pause when I’m fully seated, giving us both a moment to adjust. His hands find my biceps, gripping tight.
“Move,” he commands. “Please, Tay. Need to feel you.”
“Such a bossy bottom,” I say between gritted teeth.
I pull out a little and then my hips snap forward with more force than intended, but his responding moan suggests he doesn’t mind the intensity. Finding our rhythm takes no time at all. Each thrust draws fresh sounds from his throat, noises I want to record and keep forever.
He wraps his legs around my waist, changing the angle and making me go deeper.
“Fuck, Bastian. You feel so fucking good.” I pull one of his legs over my shoulder and speed up my thrusts. His cock is hard between us, leaking beads of precum onto his tight stomach.
“Hmm, Tay, fuck…” He snaps his head back, closing his eyes. I lower myself onto him, letting go of his leg and latching onto the skin of his neck.
“You’re mine,” I growl, sucking his skin. Each word is punched out of me by my deep thrusts. “You’re mine, Bastian. All mine.”
He shudders as I keep sucking and thrusting until I’m no longer in charge of anything. My body has taken over and will tell me when it’s over.
