Taylor nodded. Fletcher slowly thrusted himself inside of Taylor. Taylor pressed his cheek against the wall of the shower as Fletcher drove all the way into him. Fletcher pulled in and slammed back into him, causing Taylor to let out a deep grunt. Fletcher gripped Taylor’s hip with one hand and roughly used his other hand to keep Taylor’s face pinned to the wall. He thrust deeply into Taylor, who cried out each time Fletcher hit his prostate. Taylor slid a hand down to stroke himself, but Fletcher pushed Taylor’s head even harder against the wall.
“You’re not touching yourself,” Fletcher told him assertively. “Don’t move these hands from the wall.”
“Or what?” Taylor bit out. “Shit, Fletcher,” he grunted. Fletcher dug his nails into Taylor’s skin as he picked up his pace and thrust even deeper inside of Taylor.
“This doesn’t change what happened,” Taylor told him tauntingly.
“Stop talking.” Thrust.
Taylor let out a cold chuckle. “Don’t talk to daddy like that,” Taylor goaded. Harder thrust. A faint whimper slipped from Taylor’s lips.
“Fuck you, Taylor.” Thrust.
“Harder,” Taylor grunted. “Gimme’ all you got, big guy.” Thrust.
“Am I your daddy, Fletcher?”
Fletcher covered Taylor’s face with his hand as he thrust into Taylor as hard as humanly possible. A moan escapedfrom Taylor’s mouth, causing Fletcher to grunt. He gave Taylor everything he had as he drained his balls entirely, filling Taylor completely with his cum. Taylor let out cries as pleasure against Fletcher’s hand as he finished, shooting his cum onto the shower wall.
He let out a deep breath as he pulled out of Taylor and turned back around to step back under the water. Taylor turned around too and wrapped his arm around Fletcher’s neck and kissed him on his temple from behind. He flipped Fletcher around and pushed him up against the opposite end of the shower and devoured Fletcher’s mouth as the water rained down directly above them.
Fletcher wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and pulled him in even closer until they were skin to skin. Taylor cupped Fletcher’s jaw, forcing Fletcher to open his mouth. Taylor leaned in and spit right into Fletcher’s mouth before diving right back into kiss him again.
Taylor reached down and turned the shower off before picking Fletcher up with one arm. Fletcher clung onto Taylor as Taylor stepped out of the shower and carried Fletcher over to the couch. He laid Fletcher down and kissed his way down Fletcher’s body before taking his cock into his mouth and sucking off Fletcher until he got hard again, which took very little time.
“Do you want me to suck you off, Armstrong?” Taylor asked roughly.
Fletcher quickly shook his head. “Please.”
“Please who?” Taylor goaded. But Fletcher didn’t care. Taylor clearly liked it just as much as Fletcher pretended he didn’t.
“Please, daddy. Suck my fucking cock.”
38
The Power Game
Fletcher woke up in Taylor’s arms after miraculously making it back to the bed after Taylor had bent him over the arm of the couch and fucked him mercilessly from behind.
“I’m sore,” Fletcher groaned as soon as Taylor woke up.
“We forgot to stretch before,” Taylor said groggily. “What time is it?”
“I don’t fucking know,” Fletcher answered. He reached over for his phone on the nightstand and groaned when he read the time. “It’s only seven. We have another hour before we need to be up.” He rested his head against Taylor’s warm chest as he started to scroll through his Instagram, ignoring a plethora of messages from his entire family. He pressed a kiss to Taylor’s bare chest.
Taylor grabbed his own phone and started scrolling too. He wrapped an arm around Fletcher, as he lifted the other arm in the air. Fletcher heard him snap a selfie of them and let outa sigh as the corner of his mouth curled up into a crooked smile. Taylor ran his hands through Fletcher’s hair as he kissed the top of Fletcher’s head.
“Can I see it?” Fletcher asked, looking up at him. Taylor handed Fletcher his phone.
It was just a simple photo. Taylor looked at the camera with a shit-eating grin as Fletcher rested against his bare chest. His face was illuminated by his phone screen. It looked like they were a normal, loving couple. Fletcher loved it. It was probably the best photo he had ever been in. Fletcher sent the photo to himself before giving Taylor his phone back.
“How are we going to tell people?” Fletcher asked softly.
“Let’s make a sex tape and leak it,” Taylor joked. “I’ll even be the bottom if you want.”
“We’d probably need supplies. Like handcuffs and some rope.”
“What kind of sex tape are we making?” Taylor asked accusingly.
