WARNING; Rated M for future m/m and adult themes, this is not going to be a CG/Ana fic. It will be a CG/Taylor

Chapter 36;

Christian and Taylor nearly fell on the floor, their legs completely tangled and twisted together in their enthusiasm to grind their hips and walk at the same time.

"Shit," Taylor laughed as he tripped over Christian's foot and caught himself on the chest of drawers before he knocked himself out. Christian took the opportunity and grabbed on behind Taylor, holding his hips tightly as he ground his erection against the man's muscular, thick ass.

"You're clumsy, Taylor," Christian growled, breathing down the back of Taylor's neck. His tongue licked his body guard's ear like a snake, whispering the dirtiest of fantasies to him before he bit down hard on Taylor's earlobe and pulled, "I wanted to take you into the restaurant's bathroom and fuck you blind in the cubicle. I wanted everyone in the building to hear you screaming my name and begging me to let you cum."

"Christian," Taylor groaned lowly, rotating his ass against Christian's erection. He removed on of his hands from the dresser and made to unbuckle his jeans, shamelessly pulling his cock out to masturbate whilst Christian continued to whisper in his ear and grind against him.

"Are you jerking off, Taylor?" Christian growled dominantly biting the back of his neck before kissing the spot tenderly, "Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"No. But I need to," Taylor groaned, still palming himself, "I want you, so badly."

Christian growled and wrapped an arm around Taylor's throat, pulling him back upright against his own body and grabbing the hand he was jerking off with, "I never gave you permission to touch yourself."

"Please," Taylor begged, shuddering and moaning when Christian tightening his lock around the man's neck. He saw Taylor's erection in the mirror throbbing and twitching in desperation, wet at the tip in anticipation of what he so clearly needed, "Sir, please. I need you," he groaned before grimacing when more pressure was applied to his neck. This seemed to have a positive effect on his body, however, Taylor's hips jerking and his erection straining.

Who'd have thought he'd have liked being held in a lock like this? The realisation made Christian grin and wish he could tie the man up and punish him properly. But, alas, Taylor refused to let Taylor restrain him. He was a worst case scenario type of man and so paranoid that he'd be restrained the moment someone tried to hurt Christian.

Christian was under no delusion that, if he wanted to, Taylor could fight back and escape Christian's tight hold. However the fact that he didn't highlighted to Christian how much Taylor was enjoying having someone completely control him like this. Christian imagined that he'd never really had someone use a martial art restraint on him in the bedroom before.

"Want to know what I really want to do to you, Jason?" Christian whispered, letting go of Taylor's wrist and running his hand up the man's bulging abs. Taylor, like a good boy, didn't instantly reach for his dick once his hands were free. Instead he used them to further push down his jeans then clenched them into fists.

"What, sir?" Taylor choked out, his face red from the tight hold Christian had on him, "What would you like to do to me?"

"I want to blindfold you," Christian mumbled as his hands nipped his bodyguard's nipples, causing Taylor to gasp lowly, "And pin you down on your stomach, hold your legs open with a spreader bar, cuff you to the bedframe."

"Oh god," Taylor whined, rocking his hips forwards frantically in frustration, "Yes."

"And I'd fuck you from behind," Christian whispered, licking his jaw whilst his hand trailed up to Taylor's lips. Slowly he slipped a finger into the man's mouth and made him suck and lick it before pulling it out, "I'd fuck you slowly, making sure you feel every pump," he continued to whisper before bringing his wet finger to Taylor's bare ass and sliding it inside him. Taylor gasped again and his back arched, which only made Christian's hold on his neck more restrictive, "Just like this," Christian purred playfully as he began to gently finger the man, careful not to overdo it; he didn't want Taylor to cum just yet. He would need to beg if he wanted to orgasm tonight.

However, Taylor was already at the begging stage. He whined and pushed back against Christian's hand for more stimulation however this was completely denied and Christian stopped what he was doing as punishment.

"Please, Christian, Mr Grey," Taylor growled, "I need you. Please."

"What do you need me to do?" Christian whispered again, biting his ear as he slipped a second finger inside Taylor, producing the most arousing gasp Christian had ever heard him make.

"Fuck me," Taylor begged, "Please, Sir. Please."

Christian didn't reply for a moment, wanting to add to Taylor's suspension. He continued to lick and bite his ear whilst his fingers gently massaged him slowly, driving the man trapped in his grasp crazy.

Eventually, Christian whispered, "Get the lube," and let Taylor go, the large bodyguard nearly buckling on the floor once he was released. Christian took the opportunity to undress, Taylor launching his own shirt on the way to the bedside cabinet for the lube.

"Shit," Taylor gasped, turning round with the near empty bottle in hand, "I forgot to buy more."

"…for fuck sake," Christian cursed, closing his eyes in frustration. When he opened them, Taylor was yet to move, glaring angrily at the bottle in his hands, "Pass the bottle over and get on the bed," Christian commanded, "On all fours."

If Taylor was nervous or sceptical, he didn't show it, instead handing Christian the bottle and getting on all fours on the bed. He clearly trusted Christian which made Christian's chest swell with pride. God, when did he come to adore Taylor as much as he did? Taylor had literally just walked into his life and had absolutely stolen his heart.

"Good man," Christian mumbled, removing the lid off the bottle and getting as much of the remaining lube out as possible, smearing it on his dick. With his free hand, he suddenly spread Taylor's cheeks before licking his back passage, making Taylor gasp and nearly fall forward in shock, "Keep still," Christian mumbled, producing as much saliva as he could and orally applying it.

"Oh fuck that feels good," Taylor whined, clearly fighting the urge to take himself in hand, "Oh fuck, yes. Shit, Christian."

"You like that?" Christian purred, adding a little of the remaining lube to his wet hole, "Did you like me licking your asshole, Taylor?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much," Taylor gasped, "But please, fuck me. I need to cum."

"Good," Christian growled, taking hold of his dick and slowly entering into Taylor, mindful to proceed cautiously since they only had a little lubrication and saliva, "So tight," Christian groaned, "You alright?"

"I'm fine," Taylor nodded, "Can I touch myself?"

Christian laughed, taking hold of Taylor's lips and thrusting into him slowly then with a little more force, "Be my guest," Christian panted, watching their reflection in the mirror beside them. Taylor looked fucking amazing when he was so fervent and desperate to cum. When Taylor started to buck back against Christian's hips, he felt his eyes roll back and his own orgasm approaching like a steam train.

"That's it," Christian gasped, "I'm going to cum," he panted, "I'm going to cum in your ass."

"Keep going," Taylor moaned, Christian watching him again in the mirror working his hand quickly, "Oh shit, I'm going to cum," he looked up in panic and grabbed the first thing he could to protect the bedspread; one of their many pillows, "Oh shit," he gasped when Christian took hold of his dick to finish him, watching in the mirror as Taylor came all over the pillow.

The sight had Christian finish with an overwhelming intensity that he could have collapsed on Taylor's back. Instead, he dropped to the side in a sweaty, wet heap, looking at the bulkier man.

"Fuck, Taylor," Christian groaned, Taylor falling onto his side too and gasping for breath. They lay in silence for a long period of time, Christian soon fighting off sleep after what had been a very emotional and draining day. He turned to look at Taylor's closed eyes and sighed softly, a semen covered pillow between them preventing Christian from cuddling into the man.

"Please don't leave me," Christian whispered softly, watching Taylor's steady breathing before his eyes closed and he fell asleep, sticky and sweaty onto of the duvet.