A Boyfriend Like Him

Magic Trick

Chapter Fifteen
-Magic Trick-

For the third time, I awoke in a bed with Taylor Cadley. The other two times however, I had not been naked, nor had I felt completely sexually satisfied. Kathy had been right; every girl should get a go on the rollercoaster that is Taylor Cadley in bed. I smiled to myself as I looked over my shoulder and found him sleepy, but awake.

"Morning," I murmured, positively purring as I stretched my sore muscles. Reaching back to run my fingers through his mused up hair. The hum of appreciation came from him as my fingers ran against his scalp set my skin tingling.

"Good morning indeed," He replied happily, his hands creeping along my waist to rest on my hip under the covers. His mouth softly brushed against my neck as our legs were tangled and his hand gently pressured my hips into rocking back and forth against him.

"Shouldn't you be at the gym?" I asked, trying not to lose my head as he got increasingly hard against my thigh, making visions of last night came back to me. I wasn't sure why I was still being so bold with Taylor. I should have been running for the hills, at this point.

"You're working today, thought I would do my work out this afternoon instead," He explained and I moaned happily as his mouth came back down to my shoulder to suck gently. "How are you feeling?" He asked against my skin, quietly and I giggled in response, reaching my free hand behind me to find the source of my wicked enjoyment last night and slowly pumping it. He made the most delicious sound that set the middle of my legs on fire. I couldn't think straight.

"How long until we have to go to class?" I asked, my eyes closed as I concentrated on the boy behind me and it was his turn to laugh.

"Did I not do enough to fully satisfy you last night?" He asked and I shook my head, a small smirk growing on my face.

"I find myself being increasingly tempted by you and your vices," I replied, basically humming as his hands travelled over my over sensitive skin. He turned me over to finally face him and his grin was cause for my racing heart. I reached up and ran my finger over his lips, knowing what they felt like on my lips, and skin and other not some wholesome parts of my body. His white straight teeth peaked out as nipped at my finger and they were immediately followed by that tongue. I literally shivered, remembering what peaks that tongue took me too. I was near on panting as he took my lips with his. It dawned on me then, that I had complete hangover morning breath and I pulled back quickly and covered my mouth.

"What?" He asked, frowning.

"Morning breath," I murmured from behind my hands and his frown dissolved into an amused grin. He rolled back to reach his bedside table and picked up a tiny container. Snapping the lid open, he passed me a small green strip. He popped one of his own in his mouth and I followed his actions and let the spicy mint blast shock my mouth.

"Want to see a magic trick?" He asked with dancing eyebrows and a grin that could only be explained as diabolical.

"I think I do," I nodded, biting my lip.

A thrill went through me as Taylor scooted down the small bed and disappeared under the covers. I let him arrange us, until I was on my back and he was between my legs. I wasn't sure what was about to happen until his warm mouth brushed against my inner thigh and I closed my eyes as the heat of his mouth enveloped my core. My heart raced as my breathing laboured, when he worked his tongue against my clit and I chewed my bottom lip to stop myself from making too much noise, but it was when he pulled back, it was suddenly a very different feeling. It was artic cold down there as he gently blew against me and I couldn't hold back the cry that came out of my mouth as everything deliciously clenched inside me. It was altogether the greatest, overwhelming feeling that I had encountered with a guy down there. Taylor's gorgeous, amazing head appeared from under the covers at my stomach with a dirty grin as he licked his lips and I couldn't hold back the laugh.

"Magnificent," He murmured and I rolled my eyes. He came up to hover over me, his hips resting against mine and I glanced up at him amused as he leisurely suckled at my breast and blew his cool breath over it, grinning up at me again when he was done and my nipple puckered to a hard peak from his attention.

"Very clever trick, does it work the other way around?" I asked, placing my hand on his biceps and digging my nails into the skin as I worked my hands up and down the patches of skin. He grinned at me and seeing as I was completely revved up already, that grin didn't help matters. I wanted to take over, but I know Taylor would regain the control. He hadn't let me lead a moment after the initial flash of lust on the grass outside.

"From that sweet, dirty mouth to my hard, waiting dick?" He asked, his liquid maple syrup eyes devouring me and I nodded, closing my eyes against his words. His voice like this was incredible. Husky, intimate and downright devastating to my peace of mind. I wanted him everywhere on me. "You know it does, my naughty girlfriend." His voice, right by my ear, sent shiver through me. How the hell did he manage foreplay with just his words? My body was writhing against him and he was keeping the rhythm, making us act like a couple teenagers dry humping when their parents back was turned.

"And where can I obtain these magic mints?" I murmured, my hand moved up his arm and then down his chest to scratch lightly just where the hair began at his hips, teasing him. He closed his eyes against the feeling as he continued talking.

"I will fill a bathtub full of them for you, if you promise that I get to reap the rewards of you using them," His voice was deep and gruff and it made me warm inside. I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up through me, although he chuckled with me. I liked watching him lose his control. Last night I had been the one out on a limb, but he had fought it long enough to get me inside his room.

"Deal," I promised and pulled him down to meet my lips. I moaned against his mouth as his fingers made quick work of pushing into me and making my pulse race and the sweat bead on my upper lip. I was unashamedly coming undone in Taylor's hands and I didn't care or want to be anywhere else.

I had no idea where this natural confidence was coming from. I should have been sobbing in embarrassment and disgust at myself for being the one to start this between Taylor and I. But it was remarkably comfortable and eerily felt normal to be under Taylor and hang onto him as he filled places in me that he should never have seen to begin with. I didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious; in fact, I hadn't even been worried about facing him when I woke up. The only bit of me that was terrified was the part that didn't want to think what this all meant in the long run. I had another week of Taylor and a week of uninterrupted chances of repeating this situation. His skilful mouth, whether it was sprouting dirty words that made me hot or proving that the tongue is indeed the strongest muscle in the body. His fingers and hands rubbing, touching, poking and stroking me to majestic heights. His stamina when it came to what he kept in his pants was just downright dangerous to my schooling career. I didn't want to leave this bed with him under and over me. He was everything and nothing all at once and I was beginning to fear for my sanity over the next week. I was right; Taylor was too much for me. He was good and bad. He was arrogant and genuine. He was my friend and my enemy and I hated him for the same reason I was beginning to love him.

And as he hauled me up to sit on his lap with himself deeply inside me, he held onto me in a way that both took me to the edge of my physical feelings and left me reeling in my emotional ones. I held onto him and moved against him to bring us to that earth shaking climax I knew we would get too. My hands were in his hair, gripping fistfuls tightly as he grunted in my ear and I incoherently made soft noises back at him. I knew then why I had fought this happening so determinedly, because I wanted it too badly. And wanting something badly opens you up to wanting Taylor in a way he would never allow. His grip tightened around me as his movements began to give way to the ultimate reason we did this. Pulling me towards him worked to put me in the perfect spot to send a flash of unadulterated pleasure through me as we met on the downstroke. Within moments I was there with him as I arched against him and he nuzzled into my bared neck.

"Oh, shit," Taylor grunted as I cried out loudly and it all came down on us in crashing waves of bliss. I held onto Taylor and dug my nails into his sweat moistened skin as I felt him surge into me as I pulsed around him. His hands on my waist only loosened their hold when his breath started finding a relaxed pace.

I held onto him as I came back to earth and realised something important, yet devastating.

Taylor wasn't my friend, he never had been. He was so much more.