There was still the whole night to go, and things would only progress.
Taylor wasn’t the most predictable person in the world, but he wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and make me clean the dorm room or cook him dinner. I was sure of that.
He’d keep me in this bedroom.
He’d use me this way.
And the worst part was, I was enjoying it.
I’d never admit it to him, of course, but I couldn’t lie to myself. I enjoyed being touched like I was desirable and precious. Like I was something to worship.
Of course, this would’ve been even better if it wasn’t Taylor touching me, but instead a hottie I actually liked, but slaves can’t be choosers, or however the saying goes.
After ten minutes of non-stop sucking, though, I’d become impatient. When Taylor grazed his teeth over a nipple, I shoved him away. “Ow!”
I sat up, looked down at my poor chest, and almost shrieked. “What have you done?” My skin was pink and puffy and… “Jesus fuck, are those hickeys?”
Taylor wiped the corner of his mouth. I tried not to notice how red his lips were. “That’s what happens when you suck on skin, genius.”
“These will turn into bruises!”
He rolled his eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. They’ll fade within a day or two”
His gaze fell to my pants, and I quickly covered the bulge with a hand. His smug smile made me seethe.
“Shut up,” I told him. Then I pointedly looked at his own crotch, but I couldn’t see anything from the way he was sitting. The towel stretched across his thighs, obscuring the shape of everything beneath it. The corner of the towel had loosened, though.
I didn’t give myself time to think. I reached forward, grabbed that loose corner, and pulled. The towel fell away, unravelling like a ribbon, and fell onto the bedsheets.
I stared.
I expected him to be a little hard, because let’s be honest, how much enjoyment can you get from licking another person? It’s not like my nipples are particularly special. They’re just…there. My pecs aren’t very impressive either.
But Taylor was so hard, his cock was almost flat against his belly. It pointed straight up, bobbing a little as he moved. The entire length was pink and red, and I could tell without touching it how much it was begging for release.
“Lie down,” Taylor said, without looking down.
Was he aware of his massive boner? Hehadto be aware.
Did he just not care?
“Huh?” I said.
“Lie down,” he repeated.
“Why?”
He looked at my swollen chest. “I wasn’t done yet.”
“No,” I said forcefully. “If you keep going, I’m going to spend the next week wincing every time my t-shirt rubs against my nipples.”
He smiled sweetly. “And every time that happens, you’ll think of me.”
“No,” I repeated, then narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s your angle here?”
“My angle?” He tilted his head.
I squeezed my hands into fists, so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and strangle him. “What’s your strategy? There’s no way you want to spend all night…” I gestured at my chest. “I don’t have the patience for this, okay? Just get on with it.”
