In a matter of seconds, I’m falling apart, breathless, with Slade’s name on my lips. I didn’t even have time to shove my face into a pillow. My fingers are still deep inside me when I come down off my high, only realizing just how loud I was.
I swear to God, if he heard me, my face will be as bright as a cherry tomato, but it did get my mind off of life, so maybe it’ll be worth it I think to myself before drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face. This next week is going to be worth it. I already know what I’ll be doing to Slade to tease him into something more, so much more.
Seven
Slade
I heard the whole goddamn performance she put on, even the way she moaned my name. Hell, her orgasm was so hard it had her bed knocking against the wall. I had to grab my cock to keep it from exploding. The pisser though, is knowing I’d only need to fist myself and I’d come. I imagine her in my bed, her legs spread out, her pussy on display, her tits heaving from her heavy breathing. “Fuck,” I grouse as I get out of bed and find a pair of shorts, preferring to be nude when I sleep.
I pace the length of my room, something I seem to be doing a lot lately when it comes to my thoughts about Taylor. There’s no way I’m keeping my hands to myself. Travis can try to kill me if he doesn’t like it, but I don’t give a shit anymore. I need Taylor, and not just to feel her coming around my finger, cock, or hell even my tongue as I fuck her pussy with it.
It’s another twenty minutes until I can get my cock under control enough to walk downstairs. I grab a finger or two of whiskey, maybe that will calm me down enough so I don’t storm into Taylor’s room. I slowly open my door, making sure it doesn’t squeak and have her coming out of her room looking for me. In the state I’m in, I’d fuck her right against the wall, not giving a shit about any repercussions.
The whiskey I just poured is more than a couple of fingers full. It’s more like the whole damn glass. It takes me two chugs and it’s gone, burning the whole way down, much like the way my body is on fire for Taylor. It makes me wonder what she was thinking about when she was getting off. Did she bring up a fantasy of her and I together, or was it something else? I’m pretty sure I played the leading role; the vibes she was giving off before and during dinner definitely gave that impression, made me think it would be. I watched her blush, the way her nipples pebbled beneath her dress shirt, and from the lingerie I saw earlier today, I know for a fact my woman prefers lace to cotton. Slamming my glass down on the counter, I do something I shouldn’t. Marching up the stairs two at a time, my dick swaying beneath the shorts I have on as I start to lengthen at the idea of seeing Taylor in bed.
My hand finds the doorknob, hoping like hell she didn’t lock it. When the handle turns, I smile. My girl feels safe, even when she probably shouldn’t after the shit she’s been going through.
When the door opens, I stop in my tracks. The whole house is dark and quiet. The only things open are the curtains, which I know were shut before and it allows the moon to shine through, lighting my path to the bed where I see Taylor fast asleep. But the thing that guts me the most is the dark circles under her eyes. I go toward her, needing to see more of her, the soft moan, “Slade,” has me stopping in my tracks. There’s no way she can see me. Her eyes are closed, and I see the shallow breathing from her chest.
My feet carry me to her, I lightly sit on the side of her bed, my fingers slide against her cheek before settling the palm of my hand on her sleeping face. She borrows into me with a soft mewling sound. “Slade,” she says my name again, this time with want.
“Taylor, baby. Are you okay?” I question.
“Slade, I’m cold,” she murmurs, the sheets shifting and falling off her body. I hiss out a breath. Her nightgown is rucked up above her hips, the straps dangling off her shoulders. If I were a better man, I’d pull the covers up to her chin and walk away. But I’m not. There’s no fucking way I could walk away from her right now. Her hand finds mine that’s resting on her cheek. She turns, bringing me with it, almost causing me to fall on top of her.
“Trouble,” I whisper into her ear, “I need you to wake up.”
Her eyes slowly flutter open as if nothing is wrong. Taylor says, “Sleep with me?” Who am I to deny her? I nod and she scoots over. Once I’m in bed beside her, on my back, she turns and curls into my side, I hook my arm around her hip, bringing her so close that only her nightgown and my shorts are between us. When she hikes her leg up over mine, it takes an act of God not to pull her panties to the side, pull my shorts down, and sink deep inside her cunt.
“Slade, it’s like all of my hopes and dreams have come true,” she rambles.
“Me too, baby. Me too. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I kiss her forehead, wanting her lips on mine, but I know she’s not awake enough for me to have that first kiss from her.
Taylor settles in her sleep while I’m wide awake. Tomorrow, things are changing. She won’t be in this room by herself. I’m going to let her know just how much I want her.
Eight
Taylor
He may have thought I wasn’t coherent enough when he slipped into bed beside me last night, but I was, even if my body was drowsy from dozing on and off. It felt like a dream come true to stay snuggled into his warmth all night long. I’ve been cold for so long. A bone-deep chill that I can never seem to get rid of. Until last night, when Slade’s warmth gave me what I’ve been needing for far too long. It doesn’t help that it’s been over a year since I saw Travis. Plus, it’s not like we won the parent lottery. If anything, we had shit luck there. There were nights we’d eat dinner by ourselves. Travis looked after me until he needed to go into the Navy, and I never begrudged him; he needed to get away. That’s not to say it was easy, but I got a part-time job and made sure I was self-sufficient. Not to mention Travis would pay my car insurance, cell phone bill, and randomly put money in my account. It still didn’t make up for the loneliness, especially when you weren’t a social butterfly.
That’s why, as I wake up on my side, his body is curled behind me. Slade’s body against my own, I’ve never felt safer. I feel his leg wedged between my own, his thigh pressing right against my center. My body wiggles around, and he says, “Go back to sleep. It’s early.” Slade’s voice is deep with slumber, so I slowly start to close my eyes, my body starting to be pulled back under. That is until I remember something. The sun is peaking through the curtains, and I know I need to get up.
“What time is it?” I rapidly blink my eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.
“It’s a little after ten in the morning. Why?”
“I need to take my pill. If I don’t do it now, I’ll forget.” I disentangle from Slade, though he’s reluctant to let me go, raising my arms above my head to stretch.
“What are you taking a pill for?” He comes up behind me, his hand smoothing the hair off the nape of my neck, then his lips travel my shoulder to my ear until he bites on the lobe of my ear.