I flicked my gaze up to Taylor, and my heart jolted when I saw he was already watching me.
“You’re really enjoying this,” he said, his voice almost wondrous.
Not because of you,I wanted to say, but this wasn’t the time to be snarky. I just kept sucking him off.
“Archie,” he said, grazing his fingertips against the underside of my jaw, and his erection fell out of my mouth with a wet, lewd noise. “I want to fuck you.”
I couldn’t reply. I was too busy catching my breath.
“Will you let me?” he asked.
“I’m your slave,” I replied. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Frustration crossed his face. “But do you want me to?”
“I…”
Don’t make me say it.
Don’t make me admit aloud that I do want it.
“I’m your slave,” I repeated. “You can do whatever you want to me. If you do something I don’t like, you’ll know. Because I’ll punch you in the face,” I finished simply.
Instantly, he touched his face. “You wouldn’t.”
“Why not? You could stand to be uglier.”
His lips twitched, and there was that familiar Taylor King smirk I was used to. It was honestly a relief, becausehis gentleness was weirding me out. “Are you saying you think I’m handsome?”
“You’re too handsome,” I grumbled.
“So that’s a yes.”
“You know you’re gorgeous. It’s actually very annoying, because I’m reminded of it every time I look at your stupid face.”
He laughed at that, and it completely transformed him. Usually, I found his laughs insufferable — probably because most of the time, he was laughing at my expense. But right then, I couldn’t help but stare, my heart feeling…gooey.
Ew. What was happening to me?
He sobered, but the smile lingered on his lips. “Get on the bed,” he said.
Suddenly, I was pulled back to earth. He wanted to fuck me.
Swallowing, I did as he said, feeling a bit awkward as I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
His gaze fell on my knees. After I’d taken my pants off, they’d turned red from rubbing up against the carpet. He lowered his head and kissed both of them, lips soft.
This was…strange.
“You have lube, don’t you?” he murmured.
“Bedside table, second drawer,” I managed.
He dug through it, and stifled a laugh as he held up a long string of foil-covered condoms.
I blushed. “I like to be prepared, alright?” I said. After moving in, I’d gone to the local general store on campus and bought lube and condoms to prepare for my brand new flourishing sex life. That had been the day after I’d moved in.
I’d never expect I’d be doing this with Taylor, of all people.
