Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

35 | Tonight's About You

{smut warning}

[Hayley]

I'm above a now almost completely nude Taylor, my lips pressed against his chest. I press a trail of quick, wet kisses down his stomach. It's when I reach the worst of his scars where I stop. I glance up at him with wide eyes. While I had moved only downward with all of the other kisses pressed to his skin, I press individual kisses to each inch of his terrible scar. I want him to feel good.

Okay, maybe I'm not as drunk as I acted earlier. I can actually drink a lot before I get to the point where I don't know what I'm doing, believe it or not. Most people as small as me need very little until they're at the point of where they'll regret everything the next day. I acted the way I did, I don't know, maybe because I just wanted Taylor to take care of me. Or maybe because I wanted some sort of excuse to be able to push him against the wall and make out with him. I don't know, but who cares. 'Cause I'm currently in his bed. And not just that, but I'm currently in his bed, above him, with him basically submitting beneath my touch. And he's almost fucking naked. If only I could tell my high school self this story. She wouldn't believe a word of it.

I continue to press kisses all along his skin. Once I'd reached the nasty scar upon his stomach, I made my way back up. Now my lips are connected to his neck as I suck softly on the skin. I hear him whine, which piques my interests and gets me to open my eyes. I pull away, first admiring the red mark left on his skin and then looking at him. I'll definitely need to work a little bit more on that hickey. It's not enough, I want people to see that and know someone gave him it. I want people to see it and wonder what happened on the night he'd been given it. Even if that means him feeling embarrassed, I don't give a damn.

"What is it, baby? What do you want?" I make sure to put just a little bit of emphasis on that special word. Baby. There was some hesitation in my mind before I'd spoken the word. It's something I've only called one person in the past. And I don't think I need to say who that asshole was, it should be fairly obvious. But Taylor inhales a heavy breath when the word is spoken, making me proud. Job well done.

"You," is all he seems to be able to speak, exhaling a heavy breath. I smirk, press another kiss to his chest, and then rise to my knees. My hands come to my back, and I maneuver the hooks of my bra, allowing for it to fall to the bed. I place it right next to the bed. Easy clean up.

Well maybe not. But cleaning my clothes up won't be a tough task.

I'm wearing only the panties that cover my lower region. My hands are at his hips, and my fingers have crept between the waistband of my briefs and his gentle skin. I pull the elastic away, only for it to spring back against his skin. I look up at him and he looks so impatient. It's actually kind of cute, in an odd way. Hot, too.

But he had expressed what it is that he wants, so why not give him just that?

I tug his boxer briefs down, which causes Taylor to tilt his head back just a little bit, his eyes to flutter shut, and his bottom lip to become trapped between his teeth.

He lifts his hands, and I can tell that he's beginning to reach for me. But I simply swat his hands away and shake my head. Him touching me is something we can save for another night.

"Tonight's about you," I remind him in a whisper. For a second, he pouts. But once I begin to run my hand up his thigh, he relaxes against my touch.

Wow, I haven't gotten any action in a long time. Especially considering the only person I've slept with was Chad, and he was definitely not as big as Taylor is. Um. Okay, gross. No Chad, let's not think about him. He's in the past. Even though I had sort of considered getting back together with him. But that was for like...a minute. No thinking about him.