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He threw on a pair of sweats and opened his bedroom door expecting to see nothing but a dark, empty living room. That’s not what Taylor saw at all. Muted light from the lamp on the side table softly lit the space. The mouthwatering aroma of garlic and herbs wafted from the kitchen and permeated the air. Bare feet attached to denim-clad legs hung over the arm of his Italian leather sofa. He trailed his index finger slowly down one sole and watched the toes curl in response. That woke his dick up.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
Taylor wound long, soft hair around his hands and pulled as he lowered his mouth. At the same time fingers grabbed onto his hair and full lips rose to greet him. Ravenous, he growled and pushed his tongue inside to reacquaint himself with the delicious mouth he’d been deprived of for so long. He tasted whiskey and lust. Love…home.
Yes. I’m home.
He popped the button on the denim beneath him. “I said I fucking missed you.”
His fingers grasped the zipper and he yanked it down. Eyes on the prize, he licked his lips. He could already taste it. His mouth watered.
“I missed you too.”
And those full lips latched back onto his. Teeth nipped. Fingers reached inside his sweats and wrapped around his fat cock.
“Fuck,” Taylor groaned and pushed the fabric down his thighs. “Suck it.”
He yanked the hair in his hands to his dick. The delicious mouth he missed so much swallowed him whole. Five long months he’d gone without it. Not that he’d gone without altogether—hardly. There was plenty of fucking to be had on tour. Any time he wanted. With pretty much anyone he wanted. But it was this mouth he thought of. Wanted. Missed. Loved.
Warm hands cupped his balls and squeezed as he fucked that mouth deep. No gag reflex. Fucking amazing. Though he did love the sights and sounds of a pretty bird choking when his thick uncut cock hit the back of her throat. Mascara-stained tears dripping down her face. He thrust harder and those fingers pressed firmly against his taint.
“Fuck,” Taylor growled. Cum erupted from his cock with the force of a geyser, coating the mouth still sucking him, overflow dripping from the corners. Why was that just so fucking hot?
That mouth.
He pulled out his dick and painted those lips with drops of cum that still oozed from the tip. Glazed blue eyes looked up at him and Taylor crashed his lips to that delicious mouth. He tasted his own cum. Heady. He loved the way cum tasted like nothing else. Viscous, salty semen or a woman’s sweet honey. Didn’t fucking matter to him.
He loved cock.
He loved pussy.
Most of all he loved that mouth. Had for a long time.
Taylor caught the bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, then kissed and nipped and licked salty skin. He wanted his prize. Just as he was about to reach it, hands gripped his hips and turned him over. And that was fine with him too—he was vers. They both were.
Wet fingers slid through his cheeks and a finger penetrated him. “This what you want, Tay?” Then two. “She’s perfect, by the way.”
Now? What the fuck?
“Bloody hell, Jesse!”
Then three. Jesse knew just how to distract him—and how to get what he wanted. Taylor didn’t give a fuck about the bird right then. He just wanted Jesse to spread his arse cheeks and give him his big fat prize.
And he did.
Later, after they ate the takeout Jesse had brought, they laid side by side on his bed, lazily stroking each other’s dicks. He wasn’t tired anymore. They would fuck all night. They always did, especially when he came off the road. Taylor swirled precum around Jesse’s head with his thumb.
Jesse hissed. “I want her, Tay.”
“She’s open to it?”
He’d bet Jesse hadn’t even told her yet. About him. Them. What Jesse wanted.
“I haven’t…we haven’t.” Jesse’s hand fell from his dick.
Taylor put his hand back where it was. He liked it there. “Have you fucked her yet?”
He squeezed Jesse’s fingers that he held around his cock. “No. I won’t. I can’t until…” Taylor massaged his balls. Gave them a rough tug. “Fuck, Tay.”
