Taylor
I knew that look; that was Zac’s scheming look, and it could be exciting or terrifying, depending on the situation. Right now it was more amusing than anything else, as he dug through various drawers, searching for something. A moment later he found what he’d been looking for – a sharpie and a stack of post-it notes. I just rolled my eyes and smiled; sometimes he was so goofy, but it was adorable.
“Just in case,” he said with a shrug, then started writing out labels and sticking them in their respective places; food, dishes, glasses, etc.
“I think I can handle it, Zac.” I leaned against the counter, arms crossed as I watched him scurry around, sticking the little paper slips everywhere. He stopped finally, turning to me with his head tilted for a moment; then he wrote one more label and stuck it to my chest. I tilted my head to read the upside-down word: mine. I looked up at him and smiled; goofy and adorable, that was my Zac. I peeled the note off myself and stuck it to him; he looked down at it, then smiled back at me.
“You’re not wrong,” he said with a shrug. His grin took on a more mischievous gleam then, as he took the note and stuck it to my pants, right over the zipper. I matched his dark smirk, looking him up and down; I took a step forward, closing the distance between us and backing him against the counter.
“Hey there,” Zac breathed, his eyes wide and lusty. I ran my hands from his shoulders down his chest, stopping to grip his hips tightly.
“Mine,” I snarled as I ground our hips together, drawing a moan from him; knowing how turned on he was only fueled the fire in myself that much more.
“Yes, I am,” he sighed, looking at me with eyes full of passion and love. I lowered my face to his, our lips a whisper apart; it was strangely exciting to be like that, close enough to make the anticipation nearly unbearable.
“Yours, completely,” I whispered. I hoped he could understand all the words not said, the level of commitment, my entire soul laid in his hands.
“I know,” he answered with a nod. And he did know; I could see it in his eyes, along with the same returned to me. “I missed this… you… so much.”
I nodded, smiling; he knew it was the same for me. I’d pushed him away for his own good, but it’d been the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. Now that I had him back, it was like I couldn’t get enough. Zac wrapped his hand behind my head, pulling me into a kiss that told me he couldn’t get enough either. I moaned against his lips, tangling my fingers in his hair; I wanted to memorize the way it felt, silky and soft and cool. The kiss deepened, both of us feeling the urgency, the desperate need to be as close as possible. I rolled my hips against his, drawing a moan and my name from his delicious lips.
“God, Zac,” I breathed, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Zac ground his hips against mine; I’d imagined this so many times while we were apart, locked in my office where I could indulge in fantasies I thought would never come true again. Zac’s moans drew my attention back to the present, as he wrapped a leg around mine to bring us even closer together.
“God, Tay…” Zac threw his head back, and the invitation was too tempting to resist. I sunk my teeth into his neck the way I knew he loved, pushing myself as deeply into him as our clothing would allow. Zac cursed loudly, and I couldn’t help chuckling.
“What’s… so funny?” Zac asked, breathless.
“I’ve just always loved how easy it is to turn you on.”
“It’s just the effect you have on me, baby,” Zac replied with a smirk. The nickname brought back a wave of memories, and I had to smile.
“Been a while since anyone called me that.”
“Aww, poor baby,” Zac mock-pouted. Smirking, I quickly leaned forward to catch his bottom lip between my teeth, making him whimper. It was too adorable not to laugh at.
“Now what?” Zac asked, this time pouting sincerely.
“Nothing…”
“Tell me.”
“It’s just…” I took a moment to collect my thoughts. “You’ve become so assertive, so confident. And yet…” I blushed a bit as I finished. “You’re still so willing to submit to me.”
“Is that weird?” he asked with a shrug.
“No, not weird; I’m just curious about it, is all.”
“Oh, I see.” Before I knew what was happening, Zac had peeled his leg off me, spun us around and slammed me against the counter. I stared at him with wide eyes; the dominant side of him was one I’d always known existed somewhere, but I’d never actually seen it.
“What now?” he asked, smirking.
“Learned some new tricks?”
“Maybe.”
I leaned forward, gently kissing his neck; I wasn’t sure what to expect now, but I was definitely enjoying it. Zac moaned and ground against me, pressing me against the counter. I couldn’t have stopped the moan from escaping my lips if I’d wanted to; I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, my patience wearing thinner by the second.
“Something you want?” Zac half-moaned, half-growled, sending chills down my spine.
“Fuck… Yeah. You.” I stared into Zac’s eyes, desperately pleading for him to give me what we both needed.
“Is that right?” Zac said with a smirk, grinding even harder and drawing a loud moan from me.
“Y-yeah…”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked slowly and softly. I knew what he wanted to hear, just as much as he knew how embarrassing it was for me to say it. This new Zac was very different from the one I thought I knew, but I loved him just as much, if not more.
“Fuck me,” I said, matching Zac’s stare. “Here. Now.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Zac said, failing to hide the shiver that visibly ran through him. Our mouths came together in a hungry, needy kiss, our fingers tearing at each other’s clothes. Zac pulled back to peel his shirt off, and I stared at him, drinking in the sight.
“So beautiful,” I breathed.
“Yeah, you are,” Zac said with a smirk; I blushed and rolled my eyes. Zac made short work of my clothing; I gripped his hair, needing physical contact. I kissed and nibbled his neck as my hands found his zipper; he helped me slide his jeans down, then kicked them off. I pulled back to look at him, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his, from the raw need I saw reflected there.
“See something you like?” he said with a grin, and all I could do was nod. Unable to wait another second, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth all at once. “Fuck!” he groaned loudly, grabbing handfuls of my hair.
I sucked him hard and fast, shamelessly devouring him like a starving man. I remembered how he liked it, and I reached up to massage his balls as I dragged my teeth. His moans and whimpers spurred me on, but I wanted more. I replaced my mouth with my hand, standing to kiss him deeply. He moaned against my mouth and shoved me hard against the counter; I let out a sound of pain as the edge hit my back, and Zac pulled away.
“You okay, baby?”
I was too breathless to answer with words, but I nodded and gave him a smirk.
“What?”
“I like it when you’re rough,” I admitted, blushing harder.
“Oh yeah?” Zac asked, the concern melting from his features and being replaced with mischief. “Is that right?” he went on, nibbling my neck.
“Mhm,” I whimpered, apparently having lost all ability to speak.
“Then turn around,” he whispered in my ear. I was trembling, but I did as he told me. I watched as Zac looked around, then opened a drawer next to the stove and pulled out a tube of lube. I stared curiously at Zac, then the drawer, then Zac again.
“Zac?”
“Um… yeah?” Zac replied, biting his lip nervously. A moment later, a lightbulb turned on in my head.
“N-nothing…” The last thing I wanted to think about was why Zac would have lube in his kitchen.
“We can… we can go someplace else, if you want.”
“This is fine,” I replied coyly, looking at him over my shoulder.
“You sure, baby?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“N-no reason…”
I was having a twisted sort of fun teasing Zac. I knew why he was nervous, and while maybe it should have bothered me, I just found it cute, and somehow hot at the same time.
“This seems as good a place as any, don’t you think?” I asked with a knowing smirk. I wondered how far I could push him.
“I… I guess so.” Zac’s face paled slightly; I didn’t want to make him too uncomfortable, but at the same time, I had a feeling it would be worth it. If I just pushed one more button…
“You guess so? Or…” I raised an eyebrow, smirking, and that was the last straw for Zac. He let out a snarl that made my eyes go wide, then without any warning, closed the distance between us and slid a finger into me.
“F-f-fuck!” I gasped, rolling my head back.
“What do you think?” he growled in my ear. “Is this a good enough place?”
All I could do was whimper and nod. I was just starting to find my bearings when I happened to look up; we were right in front of the microwave, and thanks to the sun pouring in from the room’s many windows, I saw both Zac and myself, our faces painted with lust, reflected back as clear as a mirror. Zac noticed where my eyes were, and smirked.
“Didn’t know you liked to watch.”
Between Zac’s words, our reflections, and the feeling of Zac inside me, I was losing patience; I pushed my hips back a bit, needing more.
“Hmm? Something you want?” Zac growled; I nodded weakly, whimpering his name. “What? This?” he asked, sliding his finger deeper into me. I moaned, nodding; I couldn’t take much more. He didn’t make me wait, pushing the rest of the way in, making me curse loudly.
“You want more, baby?” Zac asked, and again, all I could do was nod. “So needy…”
“God, Zac, yes… please…” I moaned, finally finding my voice.
Zac slid out slowly, almost all the way, but came back full force with a second finger.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my legs shaking. I felt Zac’s hand on my back, rubbing slowly.
“Good?” As if he had to ask… He knew exactly how to make me whimper and moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, drawing all sorts of noises from my throat. A twist of his hand sent an electric shock through me.
“Oh god Zac, yes, fuck!” I was cursing and moaning with wild abandon, unable to control myself.
“That’s the general idea,” he chuckled. I laughed lightly, until he twisted his hand again, nearly making me cry out. He paused then, sliding almost all the way out again and holding there. I tried pushing my hips back, but he kept his position. I pleaded and whined, nearly at my breaking point, when I heard him laugh.
“Okay, okay…” A third finger was added, all three forced in to the hilt. I let out a desperate scream; Zac rubbed my back soothingly, his calm voice and gentle touch the only thing keeping me standing.
“Feels good, baby?”
“S-so good,” I stuttered.
“You know what would feel even better?” he whispered in my ear, his breath sending shivers through me.
I stared at our reflection, meeting his eyes.
“W-what?” I knew what he was going to say, but needed to hear it, needed it like I needed him.
“My cock.”
I shivered again. Just when I thought I was at my breaking point, Zac would up the ante, sending me into a new plane of anticipation and need.
“You want it, Tay?”
I nodded, biting my lip hard; my entire body was shaking, my eyes beginning to water.
“Tell me.”
I took a trembling breath, locked eyes with Zac’s reflection, and gritted my teeth.
“I want your cock inside me.”
Zac moaned, low and deep, and I swore I felt it in my chest.
“As you wish.”
Zac
I had to take a moment to breathe and enjoy what was happening. With all the changes in our lives lately, Taylor and I hadn’t had many opportunities to really be alone like this. I missed it more than I had the words to say, and I wanted to savor it. I pulled my fingers out and took my cock in my hand, but paused just short of slipping into Taylor. The microwave’s door didn’t provide a huge window to watch us from, but it was enough to make me shiver when I looked up and saw our reflection.
“Fuck…” I gasped out, finding myself even more turned on by being able to watch our sort of reunion.
“Please…” Taylor whined. “Zac…”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I grasped his hips and pulled him back onto me, loving the way it felt and looked to watch my cock disappear inside of him. Being this close to Taylor… there was no way I was ever going to get enough of it. My movement was a little rough, and Taylor screamed out, his back arching so that he was almost standing straight.
“Fuck, Taylor… so good, baby…”
“Zac… yes…” he gasped out.
I pushed him back down against the counter, thrusting into him hard. He wanted me to be more dominant, didn’t he? I had no doubt that I could do it now, and it hardly even felt strange to take the lead like that. But when I heard him curse as his skin slapped against the counter, I couldn’t stop the worry that washed over me. I rubbed his back gently. “Fuck… you okay, baby?”
To my surprise, his reflection showed a smirk. Without saying a word, he thrust back against me. That was all the answer I needed.
“Fuck…” I choked out, feeling my eyes roll back in my head at the sudden wave of pleasure he caused. “I’m gonna assume that’s a yes.”
He snarled, and pushed back against me again. So he was going to be a little bitch about it, it seemed.
“Fucking needy…” I said, chuckling. I grasped his hips tightly and set my own pace, a little slower than the one he seemed to be demanding.
He didn’t reply with words, choosing instead just to moan loudly and toss his head back. I couldn’t resist the urge to run my hand up his arched back until I reached his hair. It wasn’t that long, but it was long enough that I could get a nice handful of it to hold onto as I continued to thrust into him. Taylor whimpered and pulled back away from me. I could see the reflection of his smirk, though, so I knew he was just toying with me. I snarled and tugged on his hair even harder, showing him that I could play that game too. His eyes rolled back and his body began to shake. Seeing him in so much pleasure, knowing I was the one causing it, only served to increase mine.
“Fuck, Tay…” I moaned.
“Zac… yes… more…” He said, apparently past the point of speaking in complete sentences.
“More?” I asked. Even if I was the one in charge, I was still hesitant to do anything that might possibly hurt him.
“Mhm… please…”
Then again, he was asking for it. I dug my fingernails into his hips and drilled into him as hard as I could. If I was seeing stars, and I was, I could only imagine what it felt like for him.
“Fuck!”
A growl fell from my mouth and Taylor gasped. I let out another growl and asked, “Is that… enough for you?”
Taylor shook his head and snarled. “Never… enough… baby.”
His words were sweet, despite their delivery, and the strange combination of emotions only spurred me on. I moaned his name and thrust even harder, giving him more than I even thought I could. I raked my fingernails up and down his back, enjoying the fact that I now had the freedom to mark him as mine as much as I wanted.
With a beautiful cry, he grasped my hand and brought it to his erection. Just barely resting it against his heated flesh, he said, “Please…”
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him quickly, doing my best to match the pace I’d set with my thrusts. It wasn’t exactly difficult; I prided myself on having awesome rhythm, after all.
“Oh god… yes…” Taylor gasped out.
“Yeah?” I asked in between moans of my own.
Taylor nodded. “So close, Zac…”
“Fuck… me too, baby,” I replied, bracing myself against the counter with my free hand.
I planted my feet as firmly on the floor as I could manage, trying to steady myself for what I knew was coming soon. Taylor’s knuckles were white as he too braced himself against the counter. He gave my reflection a smirk and pushed back against me with more strength than I really knew he had.
“Fuck…” I growled.
Taylor returned my growl with one of his own, followed quickly after by my name.
“Fuck, Tay,” I gasped. “That’s hot. Do that again.”
He growled louder, glancing over his shoulder to meet my eyes rather than just staring at my reflection. I had to fight to keep my own eyes open and focused on his; the pleasure was becoming far too much to handle.
“God…” I mumbled.
Taylor snarled. “Come inside me, Zac.”
At that, I managed to regain a little of my composure. With a smirk, I replied, “I was planning to…”
Taylor took that as some sort of dare, I guess, and began to thrust back against me even harder. His moans pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and made it hard for me to concentrate on my own thrusts.
“Fuck, Zac!” Taylor cried out. “I’m coming!”
“Fuck, Tay,” I moaned. With a growl, I grasped his hip with one hand, the other one still stroking his dick, and watched our reflections. “Me too…”
Seconds later, he screamed my name as he shot his load all over the counter. “Zac…”
My vision blurred as I watched him, and that beautiful image was all it took to get me there. I let my head fall back as I continued to thrust into him even as I came, filling him up.
“Shit… Tay…” I said between panting breaths.
Taylor was panting, too, and as soon as I gave my last thrust, he fell forward. He rested his head against the counter, sweating and shaking as he struggled for breath. I pulled out but collapsed on top of him, finding that I didn’t have the energy or the will to be any farther away from him than that.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, my voice weak and raspy as I panted.
“Yeah…” Taylor replied with a nod and a weak laugh. “Good… so good.”
I nodded. “Yeah…”
Taylor wiggled out from underneath me and turned around, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I was still shaking, but I poured as much of myself into that kiss as I could. Even our kisses had been few and far between lately, and I was so, so glad that we could now remedy that.
After a few moments, when neither of us could breathe any longer, Taylor pulled back and smiled. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” I replied. “That was… amazing…”
Taylor nodded. “Yeah, it was.”
I blushed. It hadn’t been the most eloquent statement ever, but I was glad that Taylor agreed with it.
“Yeah?” I asked. Taylor only smirked in reply.
“What is it now?” I asked, snarling.
Taylor’s eyes fluttered, and I couldn’t help feeling pleased that my dominant side seemed to turn him on so much. He blushed, and I knew that whatever caused him to smirk also embarrassed him. That was… interesting.
“So… umm…” he finally stuttered out. “Did you… and Carrick…”
He trailed off, blushing even deeper red, and I felt all the blood drain out of my own face.
“…Here?” He finally finished.
“You… really wanna ask that?”
“Just curious,” Taylor replied with a shrug. “You don’t have to answer.”
All the blood came back to my face then, plus some. I had no doubt that I was even brighter red than Taylor was, and that was really saying something. I had to deflect and turn it into a joke, if I could. “Well… why else would I have lube in the kitchen?”
Taylor snorted, leaning casually against the counter. “So he was… about… here?”
I tried my best to ignore his strangely lusty smirk and shook my head. “No… not exactly…”
Taylor raised an eyebrow, and I realized there was no escaping it. By answering him at all, I’d opened a very weird can of worms.
“I was the one against the counter…” I mumbled.
“Oh…” Taylor replied, his eyes widening.
“At least, most of the time,” I added even more softly. I watched Taylor’s slow nod, then said, “I thought you didn’t wanna know where we… umm…”
I grabbed my long forgotten wine glass and took a long sip just to shut myself up. Taylor only shrugged.
“Just curious, I guess,” he replied.
I raised an eyebrow. “You… are?”
He nodded as he reached for his jeans and began to pull them back on. I eyed him curiously the entire time, trying to figure out where this had come from. I had expected Taylor to be much more upset at the mere mention of Carrick, and I could see there was still a hint of that in his expression sometimes. But other times… he asked these strange questions.
“Since when.” It was a statement, not a question. I was tired of beating around the bush. I wanted to know exactly what Taylor was getting at.
He just shrugged and took a sip of his own wine. After swallowing it, he blushed again. “Since… since you told me he wanted a three-way.”
“Oh,” I replied with a smirk. That was an interesting turn of events. Taylor was interested in a threesome with my ex? I couldn’t stop myself from smirking as I pulled my jeans on. “Interesting… I’m not sure which of us likes that idea best…”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Which of… us?”
“I told you it turned me on too,” I replied with a dismissive shrug.
“Well, yeah… I just…” He stuttered out.
I took a step closer to him and gave him a dark smirk. “You just what?”
“I guess I’m still surprised you would… umm…”
“What?”
“That you would… be okay with it?” He asked more than stated, his voice soft and a shy smile crossing his face.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Taylor snorted. “Because…”
“What?” I snarled, wishing he would stop trailing off and just get to the point.
He shivered, and I couldn’t help grinning. If the snarl turned him on enough to loosen his tongue, then I was doing something right. “Well, I mean…”
“Spit it out, Tay.”
He snorted again. “He’s your ex. And… your friend. And…”
“Yeah? And?” I asked.
“And wouldn’t it be awkward?”
“Maybe,” I replied, shrugging. Softly, I added, “But it would be hot as hell.”
Taylor shivered, and that only spurred me on. Now that I was sure he found it hot too, there was no way I was going to stop teasing him about it.
“I know you’ve thought about it, since I mentioned it… haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Taylor admitted, nodding.
“And…?” I asked, hoping to prod him into contributing to the fantasy, but he only blushed, so forged on alone. “I mean, obviously you thought he was hot once upon a time…”
I poked Taylor in the side, giving him a smile that I hoped told him it was okay to think Carrick was hot. I mean, anyone with eyes would surely agree with him. Taylor smirked, but I could still see guilt behind it.
“Obviously I agree…” I added, chuckling.
Taylor nodded, and I thought I saw some of the guilt begin to fade away.
“I mean, I guess it could be awkward, but…”
To my surprise, Taylor whispered, “But it could be hot as fuck…”
“Oh, I think it definitely would be,” I replied. Softly and sincerely, I added, “You’re my two best friends in the world. If I was gonna do something like that, hell yes it would be with the two of you.”
Taylor nodded slowly. “So… you’ve thought about it, too?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Carrick… kept mentioning it. So it’s, umm, been on my mind.”
A hint of lust colored Taylor’s smirk. “Yeah? You think… you might enjoy it?”
“Yeah,” I replied immediately, nodding enthusiastically. I let myself really consider it for a second and added, “Fuck yeah.”
Taylor leaned in closer and whispered, “The two of us sharing you?”
A shiver ran through my body and I nodded. How had he so quickly turned the tables and taken control of me? I found that I didn’t really care as long as he said things like that.
“Or maybe the two of us sharing him?”
I shivered harder. “Why not… both? Do I have to pick?”
Taylor shook his head. “No reason all three of us can’t have a good time…”
“What about the two of us sharing you?” I asked with a smirk, trying to regain some shred of control over the situation.
Taylor blushed, a visible shudder racking his body. Yeah, I was definitely getting to him.
“God…” I gasped out. “We’re all a bunch of horny bastards, aren’t we?”
Taylor snorted. “Yes we are.”
“We’re horrible,” I said, shaking my head.
Taylor only laughed. I took the opportunity to pick up my wine glass and gulp the rest of it down.
“So… lunch?” I asked, grinning. It was kind of a ridiculous request to make, standing in the kitchen half-naked and still covered in sweat and the scent of sex, but I didn’t care. I’d worked up an appetite. Taylor smirked, and before he could say something smart, I said, “Come on, play housewife and cook me something.”
He grinned and reached out to smack my ass.
“Hey!” I cried out, jumping and whimpering exaggeratedly, even though it didn’t really hurt.
As we worked together to clean up the mess we’d made and find something we could agree on for lunch, I couldn’t help feeling like all the pieces of my puzzle had finally fallen into place. I couldn’t think of much that was missing from the picture at all.