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“Your turn, beautiful.” Taylor grinned as they roughly yanked my shorts down.

“I need to taste you.” I blushed, hard. I didn’t usually engage in oral the first time I was with someone.

Instead, my past girlfriends and I focused on kissing and hand stuff.

We worked our way up, usually because I was the one who wanted to wait.

But the sight of Taylor on their knees in front of me, helping me step out of my shorts, I knew I would break my rule.

“These are fucking adorable,” Taylor murmured before tugging my lacy panties down and off my feet, “God, you’re too much for me, Nicole.” They glanced up at me, winking. A sparkle in their eye before they grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over their slender shoulder.

“I’m—I’m sorry?” I stammered. Taylor laughed before giving me a wicked smirk and delving into me, tongue first.

I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, muffling my cry as they dragged their tongue through my wet center.

Tasting everything. It was so intimate, so thorough.

I usually needed way more teasing than this.

But somehow, Taylor feasted on me in a way that was about to get me off in less than two minutes.

They hummed as they wrapped their lips around my clit, sucking.

Just like that, I came, and it was the fastest I had ever done so.

I throbbed around their face, gasping through the electricity coursing through my veins. Pulses of pleasure pounded through my core. My muscles in my body locked, leaving Taylor to support my body while riding out my orgasm for as long I could handle it.

I used my free hand to tangle my fingers in the roots of their hair, desperate to make it last.

“That’s it,” Taylor murmured against my pussy, “Ride my face, babe.”

We had both referred to each other as our fake pet name, and a thrill of excitement rushed in my veins from the realization. Is this what it would be like to be with Taylor? To have their partnership? Their intimacy?

I eventually came down from the high of orgasm, sagging against the wall while Taylor untucked my thigh from their shoulder. They glanced up at me as they wiped the back of their hand over their mouth, and another blush scorched my cheeks.

They stood tall, their chest heaving as we made unwavering eye contact.

“…Hi,” I whispered.

Taylor bit their lip before giving me a teasing smirk and replying, “Hi.”

Then, they kissed me.

I could taste myself on their lips, and a new flame burned in my chest from the arousal flooding my system.

I wanted more .

Silently, I laced their fingers with mine and led them to my bedroom. It was girly and feminine and covered with florals and pastels. I loved it. It was me.

When Taylor smiled after taking a quick glance at everything, I felt more relaxed.

It was crazy, how a simple smile of approval from them gave me a drop of confidence. How that confidence stayed with me when we tumbled onto the bed together. When we kept kissing and touching each other.

Even when a couple of hours passed, and my body couldn’t physically orgasm again if I wanted to.

Taylor’s fingers gently traced my sensitive clit, and I ended up whimpering and rolling away from them, tucking my legs into myself. They laughed, wrapping an arm around my naked body and pulling me against their equally naked chest.

“Are you satisfied?” Taylor asked into my hair, which was probably a mess now.

“I can’t see straight,” I replied, murmuring into my pillow. Satisfied was an understatement.

“Can you see gay?” Taylor quipped.

I snorted, rolling over to look at them over my shoulder, “Oh my god.” I laughed.

Taylor smiled, unashamed of their dad joke, and pecked my head once more. Then they sat up and swung their legs over the side of the bed.

I nervously cleared my throat. I wasn’t a hook-up person.

I never engaged in a good old-fashioned fuck n’ release.

But that was what Taylor wanted, right? Sarah had implied that they were only into casual flings.

And yet, here they were. In my apartment.

I now had the memory of their dark blue eyes dancing across my face in a way that made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

The romantic in me hoped that they wanted so much more.

But I was done being hopeful.

For now, at least.

“Thank you.” I decided to start with sitting up as well. They had grabbed some of the aftercare wipes I liked to use and reached toward me. I reached for the wipes in their hands, cleaning myself up.

Taylor hesitated for a moment when I took the wipes from their hand, and part of me wanted to ask what was wrong, but then they quickly recovered and continued to clean themselves, too.

With a shake of their head, they said, “You don’t need to thank me. I got just as much out of this as you did.”

I nodded.

“Right. Sorry. I don’t know, um…” I waved my hand between us. “I’m not sure what’s next.”

Taylor quirked their lips to the side, raising a dark eyebrow at me as they tossed their used wipes in the bin in the far corner of my room. “What do you mean?”

“Hooking up like this.” I lifted a shoulder, heat scorching my skin under their intense gaze, “I don’t know the protocol.”

Something flickered behind their eyes, and part of me panicked that they were disappointed in my words. But the look was gone as soon as I clocked it, and then they were giving me an easy-going smile again.

“Ah.” They nodded once. “Well, aftercare is always important. Are you hungry? Want to watch TV?”

I wanted to say yes. But I knew myself. If I hung out with Taylor after they gave me multiple earth-shattering orgasms, I would grow feelings.

Big, intense feelings. Feelings that they probably had no intention of reciprocating.

They were almost in their forties. They knew what they wanted at this point in their life.

If I couldn’t convince Colleen to be mine forever, I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to convince someone like Taylor.

“Actually, um,” I drummed my fingers on my biceps, shifting uncomfortably in my bed, “I kind of have some work to do…”

God, why was this so awkward?

Taylor’s face relaxed a bit at that. Their eyebrows raised, and their easy-going smile faltered, “Oh. Right. I’m sorry. I guess I just kind of barged in here, and…” They let their gaze rake over me before clearing their throat and glancing toward my bedroom door.

Our clothes were still out in my entryway.

A quiet laugh escaped my lips as they quickly jogged out of the room and returned with our clothes bundled in their arms.

“I’m not complaining.” I didn’t want them to feel like I was inconvenienced in any way. All of this was entirely consensual, “I didn’t mind you barging into my apartment like this.”

“You sure?” Taylor asked. They set my clothes on the bed and slowly slid their boxers up their legs. I found myself hypnotized by watching their strong and lean body slowly become hidden from view.

“Oh yeah.” I grinned as I watched them get dressed, and the muscles in my face felt less stiff as time marched on. Taylor didn’t seem too offended or weirded out so far. This was good.

They nodded before stepping away and glancing around my room. At that, I jumped out of bed and quickly threw a robe over myself.

“I’ll walk you out,” I said. I probably didn’t need to announce that, but my mind was still somewhat numb from coming so many times, and I felt like I needed to narrate my actions.

In response, Taylor quietly followed me out of my room and to my front door.

“Would you…” Taylor cleared their throat with their hand on the doorknob, and pink colored the tops of their cheeks and nose, “Can I call you?”

I blinked at them, mildly surprised at their question, before I nodded, “Yeah. You can call me.”

I mean, casual hook-ups with the same person could happen more than once, right?

They nodded too, shoving their hands into their jeans pockets.

“Okay. Cool. I’ll see you later, then.”

“See ya,” I smiled as they turned the handle. I found myself watching how they reached up to adjust their septum piercing before hesitating in the threshold.

Their eyes were locked on me.

Well, my lips, actually.

“Um,” Taylor’s cheeks flushed again, “Can I…?” They raised a hand toward my face, their gaze bouncing between my eyes and my mouth. Shit. Kissing was so romantic . It was one of my favorite pastimes.

…But I probably wouldn’t fall in love with Taylor over one goodbye kiss.

A peck.

“Yeah,” I nodded, stepping closer to them to emphasize my consent.

They sighed before cupping my jaw and guiding my mouth to theirs. They were a couple of inches taller than me, but they stepped so close to my body that our chests brushed together, and my head was practically tipped back at a ninety-degree angle.

It wasn’t a peck, either.

Taylor brushed their lips over mine, lingering.

Then, they began nipping at my lips, tasting and tugging.

I was getting dizzy; the scrape of their hand on my face made excited, nervous feelings erupt in my stomach again.

Eventually, I parted my lips for them. Desperate to taste them more, to taste myself that lingered.

Before the goodbye kiss turned into a full-fledged make-out, they gently pulled back. Their nose brushed mine, and I thought I felt them shiver before detaching their body from me.

Taylor stepped back abruptly, before saluting me with a friendly grin and disappearing into the hallway of my apartment building.

I stood there, both frozen and warm from that kiss, before I finally closed the front door and sagged against it.

Shit .

I was out of my league here.

I couldn’t handle being with someone like them.

I definitely shouldn’t hook up with Taylor Desmond again.