One Bad Night | Ana & Taylor & Christian

Taylor and Ana

Ana pov;

"Show me! Please! Just for a second?" I beg nudging Taylor with my leg under my desk. "Just for a second." He sets down the sandwich he was eating and his hand slips into the waistband of his pants. My breath hitches and my eyes stay frozen wide open, fixed on his crotch. He pulls his tucked in shirt out of place and takes his gun out of it's holster, just long enough to give me a good look at it. "Wow..." I stare at it, intrigued, until he slips it back into place and tucks his shirt back in. "Happy now?" He questions, going back to eating his lunch. "Very." I bite into my sandwich, chew it up, then lick my lips. "You know, you should take me shooting sometime." I suggest, my lips turning up in a hopeful smile. "I don't think Mr.Grey would like that." He's right, Christian wouldn't like that. "Well, I don't think Mr.Grey can stop me." I lean over my desk and give him a seductive smile. "Thanks for lunch. I really enjoyed it." He smiles, seeming pleased with himself. "No need to thank me." I ignore his selflessness and thank him again anyway. Then I turn and look down at my feet for a moment. My flats are squishing the tops of my puffy, swollen feet in a rather uncomfortable way. "What are you thinking about?" Taylor asks, catching on to my silence. "My feet are swollen." I knock my flats together, still inspecting the exposed portion of my feet. "Seriously they're freaking huge." I try to shove my leg up on the counter to make him look but my leg only makes it to the edge of the counter before I can no longer stretch it anymore. "Dammit!" I let my leg drop back down. "Don't laugh at that." I give him a strictly business look but he laughs anyway. "Sorry, it's hard not to. You tried so hard." He shakes his head, continuing to laugh and I start to pout. "Okay, I'm sorry. It wasn't funny. I take back all my laughs." He apologizes, rushing to make me feel better. "Thank you." I watch him set his sandwich down to eat the last few bites of his salad and my mouth waters thinking about his sandwich. Why does he have to eat so slow? It's like torture for me to watch. "Here." He passes me the remaining half of his sandwich and I frown. "You didn't have to-" I start, but he cuts me off. "Don't worry about it. I can get something else later." I beam at him, grateful for his offer, then I finish off his lunch and get back to work.

Taylor watches as I pace around his room, bending and twisting my body at all the right angles. I brush my hand across his shelf in the corner of the room then I step over to him and brush my finger tips against his forearm. "You know, there's something I've been really wanting to do, but I never quite felt like the time was right." My fingertips linger on his arm and he looks at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. I already told him I had the go ahead from Christian and that I'd been thinking about the possibility of us being intimate, but I hadn't specified the when or if it was a sure thing. "But...I'm starting to think..." I swiftly slide onto his lap and straddle him. "That...maybe...." I give him a small kiss. "Now..." I bite his lower lip, tugging on it with my teeth. "Is perfect." I whisper in his ear and he twists to look at my face. He studies me for a moment and I can tell he's nervous. I smile reassuringly, and bite my lip. "Believe me, Ana, I want to." He sighs and my hand goes down to toy with his belt. "But?" I question, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his pants. "I know that you and Mr.Grey like to do certain things." He clears his throat. "I was just wondering well.... if you were expecting that from me?" I giggle at the awkwardness of his question. It's obvious he's not confident in his ability to practice bdsm. "What Christian and I do is between him and I. I just want you right now. Don't worry about the other stuff." I assure him and I see the relief on his face. He leans in and kisses my neck and I moan. "I'm glad to hear it, Anastasia. I'm afraid my style differs from Mr.Grey quite a bit." He pulls my top off and tosses it to the side, along with my bra, then my skirt, and stockings. He lays me down on the bed and my breathing quickens in anticipation. His lips connect with mine, then move down my neck, then all around my breasts. His tongue snakes down my ribs and his lips press to the small bump between my hips. I arch my back into his mouth and he ever so softly nibbles on my inner thighs. I moan loudly as his lips meet the apex of my thighs. His lips trail up and down my middle one last time, then he pulls me up into his lap and he lays down so I'm back in the straddling position. I nearly rip his shirt and pants off, ready to have full access to him. He grabs my back side and helps me ease down onto him, then back up again, all the while his tongue swirls around my sensitive breasts. I call out his name as I reach my climax and he loses himself in me.