“You’re right,” I said, voice unsteady.
He tried again, this time focusing on the sensitive tip. He looked down, black eyelashes fanning and looking ridiculously delicate. Then he curled his finger inside me, and I twitched, almost crushing his head with my thighs.
He looked up at me.Good?he asked with his eyes.
Shut up,I replied noiselessly, and slumped against the pillows when he curled his fingers inside me again.
He pushed another finger in, and that was good, and it was better when his tongue swirled against my frenulum, making my abs grow tight. Suddenly, I noticed all the wet noises he was making, and when he began to shallow thrust his fingers into me, I gasped.
“I— I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
Part of me thought he’d continue, just to spite me, or to embarrass me, or — and it was just occurring to me now —to win that stupid competition I’d suggested and completely forgotten about. But he took his mouth off me and pulled his fingers out, leaving me stretched and empty.
“Was that good?” he asked, sounding raw.
“Was that your first time?” I asked.
“Did it seem like it?”
“No,” I said, because it was the truth, and also, because (for once) I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“It was. My first time sucking dick, that is. Obviously I’ve fingered you before.”
“You were good,” I said. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the pleasure that had built up in me start to recede. When I felt like I’d properly recovered, I scooched up a bit and reached for him. With my hands on both of his hips, I pulled him over, until he was hovering above my chest, one knee on either side of me, his erection just inches from my chin. “Want me to return the favour?”
His cock twitched. “I…”
I wrapped a hand around the root of him, pointing the head towards my mouth, letting my hot exhale gust over him.
He groaned, falling forward, and catching himself with one hand on the headboard. “I…no.”
I froze, my hand letting go of him. “No?”
“If you do,” he gritted out, “I’ll come immediately.” With a composing sigh, he let go of the headboard and gripped the base of his erection, hard. “I don’t want to finish yet,” he said. Something flickered in his eyes. “And I don’t want to lose.”
Right. The competition.
“Let’s just fuck already,” he said.
I didn’t argue. I didn’twantto argue. So I manoeuvred him out of the way and turned over, so I was on my hands and knees.
“What are you doing?”
“This position is more comfortable,” I said to the pillow in front of me.
“You know that from practising with your toy?” He shuffled behind me.
“Mm-hmm.” Actually, I’d only used the dildo a little bit this way, but I didn’t want to look in Taylor’s eyes. It’d be too much.
I was better prepared now. The first time, everything had been new and confusing, but this was strictly about fucking — and, well, winning.
Something cold drizzled down my crack, and I bit back a hiss. Taylor rubbed the lube into slow circles around my entrance. “Condom?” he asked.
“Same drawer.”
He placed a hand on the centre of my back, keeping me put, and leaned over to reach for the drawer. I don’t know why he did that. To make sure I wouldn’t escape? To make me feel helpless?
I kept my eyes on the bedsheets underneath me, then folded my arms and rested my forehead against them, closing my eyes. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
