Licking over the spot that now pounded with Taylor’s rampaging pulse, Bobby dragged his tongue along the edge of stubble just barely peeking through, over his Adam’s apple to the other side. His mouth clamped over the mirrored spot, and as he pulled hard enough to dare the blood to the surface, he increased the force of his hips, making each grind almost painful.
Taylor’s nail dug into the back of Bobby’s neck, and he rocked with Bobby, matching his pace. “Oh, I can tell what you want. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been f****d? Long enough to be tight for you. And grateful. Don’t you want to hear me begging for it? Don’t you want me to tell you how much I need you?”
He did. God help him, he did. But what he wanted more than that was for Taylor to mean it. He didn’t want this
