Chapter 19: The Morning After - Part 2
I watched like an adoring fan admiring their favorite singer on stage as Taylor put on his underwear and pulled up his jeans. From his perfectly tanned skin, to his chiseled abdomen, I've said it once and I'll say it again, this man was pure perfection. When he sat back down on the edge of the bed to put on his boots, I noticed the scratches on his shoulders and back. I moved across the bed, kneeling behind him to get a better look and the red marks on his flesh. I felt bad because I knew they were caused by myself. "Jesus Taylor, why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?"
Taylor chuckled looking over his shoulder checking out the marks, "What that? Trust me sweetheart, those scratches didn't hurt me."
"You don't always have to be a tough guy Taylor… at least around me." I said to him. My fingers began to trace over the marks on his back while my lips grazed the ones on shoulders.
Taylor took this opportunity to finish what we had started before breakfast. He shifted slightly to pull me onto his lap. My legs wrapped around his waist as our lips touched. For a rugged guy, Taylor had the softest lips I've ever tasted, and he knew exactly how to put them to good use. One of his hands rested on the small of my back, while the other was busy cupping my breast under my bra. When his thumb flicked over my nipple, I let out a moan of pleasure against Taylor's mouth. Being the cocky guy he was, his lips formed a grin knowing his ability to make me weak, but I wasn't going to be the only one. I released my hold onto Taylor letting my fingers slowly slide down his chest and to the bulge in his jeans. I caressed him through the rough denim material and his breath hitched. His hold on me tightened and I just knew his fingerprints were going to be embedded in my flesh; it was my turn to grin and I was enjoying it. When I gave his cock a light squeeze, he pulled away breaking our kiss.
Taylor's breathing was like a pant as he stared at me with a questionable look. "How many times do I have to tell you it's not nice to tease?"
"Now who say's I'm teasing" I made my point by grinding against his crotch and Taylor let out a groan as I felt his lower region jerk.
This was all the invitation Taylor needed. Without a moment's notice he had me pressed against bed. I stroked his back as he kissed my neck and moved down to my collarbone. When his lips grazed across the tender flesh I let out a lust filled whimper. "Oh god Taylor, that feels so good." I chanted in a low tone. It was so hard trying to keep my voice down, not to mention trying to keep my nails from digging into him.
He continued his pursuit kissing apex of my breasts. His hand moved up my stomach, sliding my camisole up in the process. Taylor's lips moved further down my body planting featherlike kisses, causing me to giggle and squirm.
"Hold still." He commanded pressing down on my hip. The gruffness in his tone made me obey his demand, it also made me want him even more. Taylor finally stopped when he reached the top of my shorts. Just as his fingers hooked in the waistband, a light tapping was heard on my bedroom door.
Taylor's head lifted when he heard the sound. "You can't be serious." He said.
The tapping came again. "Come on Taylor, I know you're up... it's important." said Matty from the other side of the door. From the look on Taylor's face, he had forgotten that Matty was even here
"I can't catch a break with you can I?" Taylor asked rhetorically. I just smiled at the frustration on his face. Whatever Matty wanted, it better be life or death the way Taylor was looking.
He climbed off of me and got up from the bed. I stood after him and I tossed him his shirt from the floor. After fixing my clothes, I went to walk over to the door, but was stopped when Taylor grabbed my hand pulling me back to him. "Don't you think you should put something on?" he asked me.
I looked down, giving myself a brief once over. "What are you talking about Taylor, I have on clothes."
Taylor shook his head from side to side. "You're not wearing that in front of Matty, I can practically see your ass in those shorts."
My head tilted slightly to the side looking at his unblinking expression. "Would it make you feel better if I put on some pants?" I asked.
"It would." Taylor nodded.
I went over to my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of sweats. I threw them on top of my shorts as Taylor watched in approval. "Happy now?"
"Ecstatic." said Taylor. He patted on the ass and opened the door.
Matty stood there dress in the clothes he had on last night, sans his suit jacket. His hair was messy and sticking out in places. It wasn't tamed and perfectly combed like it normally was, but that was due to him just waking up. He smiled and nodded in my direction, "Morning Gia."
"Good morning Matty." I said returning his smile. It was a bit awkward having both of my bosses in my apartment so early in the morning. One I had slept with, and the other, well I wasn't quite sure exactly what he was doing in my place, but I was definitely going to get Adrian to fill in the blanks for me.
"Sorry to interrupt Taylor, but I really need to talk to you?" Matty said with a hint of apprehension behind his voice. From the questioning look Taylor gave him, he picked up on it too.
I felt like the third wheel standing there. Knowing that Matty wasn't going to get into whatever was so important while I was still present; I decided to make my exit. "I'll leave you two alone."
I said to them.
"We need to talk." I heard Matty say to Taylor as I walked away. The urgency in his voice left me to wonder what about.