He inched his hands towards his inner thighs and let out a soft moan, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. It didn’t sound like his usual deep voice — no, it was surprisingly high. More than that, it sounded desperate.
My cock swelled, and I leaked some more. God, that moan did things to me. How?
“Archie,” Taylor snapped, and my eyes jerked up tomeet his. “Say something, for fuck’s sake. Otherwise, it’s my turn. I want to hurry up and get this over wi— ”
His words died in his throat as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up to my chin. I used my other hand to rub over my stomach, but my lower belly was too close to my dick, and I snatched my hands away, afraid I’d accidentally burst.
Imagine that, coming hands-free, in front of Taylor. I would have to move to the other side of the world and change my name.
So I slid my hand upwards, and squeezed a nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
He froze.
I pulled my shirt up to my mouth, biting it between my teeth, so both hands were free. Then I started playing with my nipples, which became stiff peaks under my hand. I let out a long breath and as I continued to play with them, my hips rose off the couch.
“What are you doing?” Taylor asked.
I glanced at him. How was I only realising now how flushed his cheeks were? His eyes looked blacker than ever, and his hair was messier than usual, the roots damp with sweat.
As for his hands…they were still on his thighs, but had crept extremely close to his groin. Just a few more inches, and he’d be touching his erection.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Taylor continued. Iknew he intended for there to be venom in his voice, but he was too shocked to manage it. “This is a dirty talk competition, not a put on a show competition. Stop being an idiot.”
Yet, as he said that, his eyes were glued to my nipples. His tongue poked out to lick the corner of his bottom lip, giving me a shock of arousal.
I imagined his tongue on my —
Stop it Archie,I told myself.Just finish this game already. You’re almost there.
“I…I could say so much,” I said, voice unsteady. “I know there’s so much you want to do to me. I know you want to lick my nipples. Suck my cock. Take my ass. You want all of that, don’t you?”
Perhaps it was my imagination, but I swear his chin dipped in a nod.
“But there’s something you want even more, isn’t there? Something you’ve been dreaming about, even when you’re not horny. You…” I licked my lips, let out a long moan. He was staring at my open mouth.
“You wish you could kiss me, don’t you?”
Several things happened at once. Taylor let out a long string of curse words and shoved one hand down his briefs. Before I could comprehend what was happening, beyond the rapid movement of his hand, he came, his thick white seed leaking through his briefs and dripping down onto his thigh. The sight of that made my brain glitch, andthe next thing I knew, I was jerking myself off, staring at Taylor’s soiled briefs, and I came so hard I saw stars.
It took me several minutes to come back to myself. Slowly, I was aware I’d slumped against the couch, my fingers wet, the inside of my boxers sticky. My nipples were sore too, but mostly I felt tired and thirsty.
I lolled my head to the side and saw Taylor was in a similar state to me, staring at the ceiling with a dazed look on his face.
“Hey,” I said.
He looked at me. His gaze flickered to my lips before meeting my eyes.
“Get me a glass of water.”
I expected him to argue, but instead he got up and walked to the kitchen. His movements weren’t robotic exactly, but there was an air about him that suggested he was running on autopilot. A moment later, he returned with my water.
I swallowed it down in a few seconds, then stood up.
Taylor looked at me blankly.
“Well,” I said. “I’m gonna go to sleep. Inmybedroom.”
He didn’t react. He didn’t do anything, except stare at me, a faint troubled expression on his face. It was kind of disconcerting.
