“When you’re my slave, I’ll make you wear a collar that designates you as my property.”
“When you’re my slave, I’ll force you to confess your undying love for me.”
That pissed him off. In one swift motion, he lunged at me, pushing me down so I was flat on my back, his hands holding down my wrists, his knees pushing my thighs apart. “Never going to happen,” he hissed.
“You’re short-tempered today.”
“Just eager to expose you for the inexperienced virgin you are,” he replied, letting go of my wrists to reach for the hem of my shirt. He shoved it up, so it bunched around my collarbone. “I’m going to laugh so hard when you come in five seconds.”
“Never going to happen,” I started, but I couldn’t say more than that, because something wet touched my left nipple.
I froze in horror. Taylor’s head was bowed over me, and he was lapping at my skin. My horror grew when I realised my dick was swelling in arousal.
“Taylor,” I started, not sure what I wanted to say, but needing him to get off me before I embarrassed myself.
He didn’t reply, just moved his head so he was licking the other nipple. When he sucked it in his mouth, my toes curled at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain.
I thought about pushing him off, but that would be a defensive action. To win battles, you had to go on the offence.
So I shoved my hand down his pants, and was shocked yet pleased to find he was already half-hard. He made a muffled noise, but his tongue kept sliding against my skin, so I didn’t hesitate to stroke him up and down.
He was heavy and warm. I ran my thumb against the underside of the tip, which made his jaw tighten. He didn’t pull away though, and he didn’t stop licking my nipples, so I kept stroking, feeling him grow stiffer and stiffer under my fingers.
I didn’tenjoytouching him. I definitely didn’t love the way his hips jerked when I played with the head of his cock.
I was just excited to win — to make him bust a nut in his pants likehewas the inexperienced virgin.
Soon, the tip grew wet with pre-cum, and I rubbed it in circles around the slit, feeling a thrill of anticipation. I was going to win.
That’s when Taylor pulled his mouth off my nipple, so suddenly, I startled and looked down.
Holy shit. Both of my nipples were so red and swollen that for a second, I genuinely wondered whether I needed medical help. But they didn’t hurt — they’d just been the victims of Taylor’s tongue.
“You got some chest fetish or something?” I managed, pleased my voice came out taunting rather than raspy.
In response, he tugged my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I squeaked, but before I could yell at him, he slid my pants and boxers off my legs in one swift motion.
My cock bobbed out, the air feeling cool against my hot erection.
Taylor wrapped a hand around it, and if I wasn’t lying down, I would have jumped ten feet into the air. I’d never had a hand on me there. If I thought my nipples were sensitive, this was something else. For a second, my mind went blank, and I really thought I might —
“Wow,” Taylor drawled, his hand sliding up and down my length at an infuriatingly languid pace. “This is tiny.”
“Shut up,” I said. “I’m the same size as you.”
“I’m bigger.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am,” he replied, with a lazy smile that made me want to punch him in the face. His eyes were glued to my cock, and he started playing with the head, his brow furrowed in concentration, like he wanted to coax pre-cum out of me.
The expression made me shiver. It reminded me of how he looked just before a soccer game, or moments before we took an exam.
In fact, it was the way he looked at me sometimes. Like I was something to conquer, to destroy.
I couldn’t let him win. So, while he was distracted by my cock, I took the opportunity to roll us over. Taylor was heavy, but so was I, and my daily gym routine over the summer must’ve paid off, because I did manage to get on top of him. I grabbed the waistband of his pants, shoved it down to his knees, and lay my erection flat against his.
“There,” I said triumphantly. “Same size.”
