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Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop looking. But he couldn’t.
He’d known the moment he set eyes on Niall that the guy was trouble. If he’d had any sense, he’d have asked him to leave. Taylor stepped away from this sort of temptation. Maybe this was why he treated women as he did, never contemplating a long-term relationship, because he suspected ultimately, he wouldn’t be satisfied. Taylor released a shaky breath.
Taylor liked women, he liked sucking their breasts, playing with their clits, fucking them hard and fast, slow and gentle. He liked to fuck them in the ass too, though he didn’t find many who’d let him. Taylor liked what women did to him, the feel of soft, gentle fingers playing, but he’d always wondered what it would be like with a guy. And he’d wondered that more than was healthy since he’d moved back to Sutton Hall.
Sometimes Niall eyeballed him when he didn’t think Taylor was watching, and Taylor saw an expression on his face that forced him to leave the room. Need, longing—who the hell knew what it was? But it made Taylor’s cock stir. And he’d seen Niall’s stir too and the way Niall tried to hide that from him. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for weeks.
Taylor took the step forward to stand in the center of the window and he looked straight at Niall. Maybe he won’t see me . Taylor would take it as a sign. Niall lifted his head and stared back at him. No smile. No frown. Only some intangible sense of need.
Almost before he registered he was doing it, Taylor finished unbuttoning his shirt. He let it fall from his shoulders and his hands moved to the button on his chinos. He yanked pants and boxers down together and kicked off his shoes. Before thinking too hard stopped him in his tracks, Taylor walked out of his room and headed down the stairs.
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell do you think?
Turn round.
Keep going.
The internal conversation continued until his feet carried him out of the back door. Taylor was filled with a mixture of relief and concern to see Niall still stood in the middle of the lawn, his seductive, terrifying cock sliding in his hand. Taylor’s heart surged into his throat as he padded across the damp grass and came to a halt in front of Niall.
“You seem to be standing naked in the middle of the lawn,” Taylor said. “Waiting for something? A bus? A lunar eclipse? Coven of witches to dance with?” He took a deep breath. “Me?”
Niall stared at him. “What do you think?”
Taylor glanced up into the sky, his pulse racing. “Should be any minute now. Look out for broomsticks.”
Niall laughed and the sound wrapped around Taylor like a warm blanket. He could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he’d heard Niall really laugh. Taylor watched as Niall continued to stroke his cock, his fingers dragging the foreskin over the crest then sliding down to caress his balls with his thumb before pulling up again. Taylor wanted those fingers on his cock, wanted to feel what it was like to be touched by a man. And that tattoo…a tree? A vine? Something very intricate, but it was hard to make out in the dim light.
Taylor knew, though he didn’t know how, that Niall wasn’t going to make the first move, and perversely felt annoyed. I came to you, he wanted to shout, but instead took a deep breath. Fuck it, this was just sex. What did it matter who started it? Hadn’t Niall done that when he’d stood there in full view and stripped? Taylor swallowed hard and then reached out to wrap shaking fingers over Niall’s where they held his cock. Niall’s tremulous sigh made Taylor’s balls tighten. Then their hands began to work together, fingers entwined as they grasped and squeezed the steel-hard shaft.
And again, though he didn’t understand why, Taylor knew Niall wouldn’t touch him, that he had to bring Niall’s hand to his cock. Taylor wanted it there, wanted to feel Niall’s fingers caress him. Niall’s breathing
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop looking. But he couldn’t.
He’d known the moment he set eyes on Niall that the guy was trouble. If he’d had any sense, he’d have asked him to leave. Taylor stepped away from this sort of temptation. Maybe this was why he treated women as he did, never contemplating a long-term relationship, because he suspected ultimately, he wouldn’t be satisfied. Taylor released a shaky breath.
Taylor liked women, he liked sucking their breasts, playing with their clits, fucking them hard and fast, slow and gentle. He liked to fuck them in the ass too, though he didn’t find many who’d let him. Taylor liked what women did to him, the feel of soft, gentle fingers playing, but he’d always wondered what it would be like with a guy. And he’d wondered that more than was healthy since he’d moved back to Sutton Hall.
Sometimes Niall eyeballed him when he didn’t think Taylor was watching, and Taylor saw an expression on his face that forced him to leave the room. Need, longing—who the hell knew what it was? But it made Taylor’s cock stir. And he’d seen Niall’s stir too and the way Niall tried to hide that from him. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for weeks.
Taylor took the step forward to stand in the center of the window and he looked straight at Niall. Maybe he won’t see me . Taylor would take it as a sign. Niall lifted his head and stared back at him. No smile. No frown. Only some intangible sense of need.
Almost before he registered he was doing it, Taylor finished unbuttoning his shirt. He let it fall from his shoulders and his hands moved to the button on his chinos. He yanked pants and boxers down together and kicked off his shoes. Before thinking too hard stopped him in his tracks, Taylor walked out of his room and headed down the stairs.
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell do you think?
Turn round.
Keep going.
The internal conversation continued until his feet carried him out of the back door. Taylor was filled with a mixture of relief and concern to see Niall still stood in the middle of the lawn, his seductive, terrifying cock sliding in his hand. Taylor’s heart surged into his throat as he padded across the damp grass and came to a halt in front of Niall.
“You seem to be standing naked in the middle of the lawn,” Taylor said. “Waiting for something? A bus? A lunar eclipse? Coven of witches to dance with?” He took a deep breath. “Me?”
Niall stared at him. “What do you think?”
Taylor glanced up into the sky, his pulse racing. “Should be any minute now. Look out for broomsticks.”
Niall laughed and the sound wrapped around Taylor like a warm blanket. He could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he’d heard Niall really laugh. Taylor watched as Niall continued to stroke his cock, his fingers dragging the foreskin over the crest then sliding down to caress his balls with his thumb before pulling up again. Taylor wanted those fingers on his cock, wanted to feel what it was like to be touched by a man. And that tattoo…a tree? A vine? Something very intricate, but it was hard to make out in the dim light.
Taylor knew, though he didn’t know how, that Niall wasn’t going to make the first move, and perversely felt annoyed. I came to you, he wanted to shout, but instead took a deep breath. Fuck it, this was just sex. What did it matter who started it? Hadn’t Niall done that when he’d stood there in full view and stripped? Taylor swallowed hard and then reached out to wrap shaking fingers over Niall’s where they held his cock. Niall’s tremulous sigh made Taylor’s balls tighten. Then their hands began to work together, fingers entwined as they grasped and squeezed the steel-hard shaft.
And again, though he didn’t understand why, Taylor knew Niall wouldn’t touch him, that he had to bring Niall’s hand to his cock. Taylor wanted it there, wanted to feel Niall’s fingers caress him. Niall’s breathing
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