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A Most Devious Trap Ch. 2
🕑 Added 2017-11-06 06:51:16 +0000 UTCTaylor was tired.
No. That wasn’t true. He wasn’t tired. Tired was mundane. Common. Something that the common man would be able to understand in their day-to-day lives. What Taylor was feeling couldn’t be called something as common as tired.
Exhausted was closer. Much closer, but still not even close to strong enough to describe what he was feeling. What he was feeling couldn’t be called something as minor as exhausted. Taylor was drained. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and, above all, sexually drained. He had discovered that the soul really did exist earlier that day, in a similar manner as to how a person discovers furniture in a dark and unfamiliar room.
With lots of swearing and hopping about as the coffee table tries to take your knee as unholy tribute. It was that sort of day… It wasn’t the sex though. Despite feeling like he was now an overly wrung out sponge and Becky’s eagerness to make up for lost time while being more than a little needy… Taylor had dealt with worse.
The real problem was everything else.
The press conferences. The closed sessions. The meetings with PR and the Congressional hearings in order to secure a pardon for his, and the Undersiders, many crimes. That one had been a bitch and a half. A few Senators and their aides were getting cockroach infestations soon, with a helping of lice...and they called him a villain.
That was just the Political side. The ‘legal’ end of things. Then had come the smoke and mirrors. The Cauldron meetings, the tours, the explanations, the screaming match with Doctor Mother about the giant flesh garden and the thousands of mutated people in the cells beneath their feet.
Becky and Contessa had had to physically hold him back from doing something he wouldn’t regret in the slightest.
After that came even more meetings. Meetings. Meetings. Meetings. Did he mention meetings? He was pretty sure he had mentioned the meetings.That had been one of the (many) perks of being a semi-benevolent warlord, one of those that he hadn’t even known had existed until it had been forcibly introduced to him.
Meetings were not nearly so bad when you were the one to call them. Switch it around though, and everything became a lot less fun.
It was with those thoughts that Taylor stumbled into his living room. Back burning with stress and clotting scratches. Bespoke clothing with a thousand dollar and still feminine haircut, feeling more tired than he’d ever felt in his life.
Thank God for Doormaker. He wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to get home without falling unconscious in an alley somewhere otherwise.
“Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.” Taylor chanted to himself, the chant of a dead man walking through the desert as he jerkily made his way around the coffee table and the broken tv towards his bedroom. He felt like a puppet at that moment than he did a person. A marionette made of lead whose strings were about to snap under the weight.
“Dad... I take back everything...I ever said...about you installing this handrail.” Taylor gasped out as he all but collapsed onto it. Danny, after a bad fall one day, had decided to install a handrail into the stairwell himself.
It was anchored properly into the foundations and wall, and it only gave whoever used it a splinter every once in awhile. Those were the only good things that Taylor could say about it.
“Come on. You can do it.” Taylor encouraged himself as he felt the last scraps of his strength falling away. He had fought Lung. He had fought Leviathan. He had fought the Slaughterhouse Nine. He was not letting such a simple thing as gravity or complete and utter exhaustion of the mind and body defeat him now.
That would be a really crappy thing to have put on your tombstone. ‘Taylor Hebert. Fought the Dragon of Kyushu, the Slaughterhouse Nine in it’s entirety, and the second Endbringer. Died from falling down the stairs due to exhaustion.’. Obviously, that wasn’t happening… Even if it was slow going.
What should have take seven seconds, at most, wound up being a 3 minute affair with much crying and wheezing...but he did it. He slowly picked himself up from the landing, leaving marks in the wall from where his fingers had dug in.
“Ten feet. Seven feet. Three feet. One feet.” Taylor said, not realizing or able to care that ‘one feet’ was bad grammar as a knock of his shoulder against the door opened it to it’s fullest. “Finally...thank God,” Taylor sighed as he fumbled for the lightswitch. He didn’t even have the energy to curse as he knocked over a stack of books while doing so.
As long as he didn’t fall on his face, he didn’t care.
With a bit of fumbling and a click the light finally turned on... It took him a few seconds longer than he should have needed to realize that something about the place was different.
Sitting there in an armchair was Lisa, wearing her signature domino mask, her signature vulpine smirk. And nothing else. “Hello Taylor.” Lisa said in a sultry voice.
Taylor took one look at her. Took a couple of steps forward. Felt a moment of time where he almost cared...and then collapsed onto his bed with his feet still hanging off the edge as the darkness took him...
“YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PASS OUT AFTER WE HAVE SEX! NOT BEFORE!”
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Taylor’s first action in the world of wakefulness was a painful one. A long, drawn-out groan that he could feel in his very soul as she crossed his legs and prayed for salvation. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, but it hadn’t been nearly close to enough... However, his body said otherwise. Specifically, his bladder which, at the moment, felt as if it were about to burst.
Probably literally. He didn’t know. He was a supervillain warlord, not a doctor.
“Okay okay. I’m getting up,” Taylor grumbled to his body as he swung his legs around. It took a surprising amount of effort. His muscles and joints had to be forced to move after the day he’d had. So many staircases. So many floors. So many pat downs and searches. Taylor didn’t buy for a second that the elevators at FBI Headquarters had been put offline for maintenance. Petty power play is what it was.
“Motherfucker...” Taylor hissed as he forced himself to stand upright. Everything burned and everything screamed at him to sit his ass back down. A very persuasive argument... It was just too bad that his bladder was much more persuasive.
Taylor stumbled to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom door. Taylor was going to bitch about how much pain he was in later. Even if it was just bitching to himself. Later. He had something important to do.
After a great deal of stumbling and suppressed swears, he finally made it to his destination.
“Thank god.” Taylor opened the door and walked in, a sense of dread filling him as he was faced with a truly horrible choice. If he stood up to use the bathroom, he would have to lean over to raise the toilet seat, meaning that he might fall down straight out... But, if he sat down, then he might not be able to get back up.
A terrible choice… One that his bladder was telling him to make soon before it forced the issue. Eventually, with great effort and pain, he did.
Taylor raised the toilet seat up. Like a man. A very, very pretty man, but still a man either way. That was important.
“By the lord...” Taylor sighed to himself as he felt the pressure and the sense of impending doom finally let up. After what felt like hours he finally stopped. He shook himself off, then finally leaned over and—
“Don’t you dare flush that toilet.”
Taylor shrieked like the little girl he dressed as at that. He then spun around on his heel, dick in hand, as he gathered his swarm for the fight of his life...only to come face to face with Lisa giving him a flat look, with her head sticking out of the shower curtains. That was around the time when Taylor’s awareness snapped into place.
The heat and humidity in the room, the sound of the running shower, the fact he had heard singing as he entered the room.
“Uh… Hi?” Taylor lamely said. Lisa continued to give him a flat look before giving him a slow up and down. He felt sweat starting to drip down his back. That or the humidity. He’d say both… He then stuffed himself back into his underwear when he realized that Lisa had stopped looking him up and down, and had stayed down.
“What do you remember from last night?” Lisa asked.
“I...actually wasn’t completely sure this was my house until I saw you,” Taylor admitted sheepishly. “I was running on empty.”
“That hussy,” Lisa hissed angrily to herself.
Taylor, still too tired to realize that maybe he shouldn’t say something, did. “Becky was probably the least exhausting thing that I did this week.” Taylor gave Lisa a bleary blink as the girl’s mouth fell open. He was pretty sure that was shock and that he was going to be paying for that later. It was that sort of look. “Paperwork is a lot more complicated than you’d think.”
“Becky?” Lisa asked, her tone perfectly non-hostile. Completely non-hostile. Frighteningly non-hostile. “Who’s Becky?”
“Alexandria. Rebecca. Becky.” Taylor tried to shrug. Winced at he pulled at his love wounds… He’d never thought that would be something he said seriously. “She’s really not that bad. Mostly just lonely.”
“Huh...” Lisa said, all hostility seemingly forgotten. Taylor didn’t even let the hope of that being true take hold. It was a lie, like Santa Claus or a government for the people. “So, if she didn’t do it, what did?”
“Federal. Government. Meetings.” Taylor said, with dread creeping into his voice. “Oversight committees and ancient millionaires that had no idea what it meant to be out there on the streets.”
“... Yeah.” Lisa nodded. “That would do it.”
“How did you not know about all that?” Taylor raised a brow at Lisa who, at this point, had already made a small puddle on the floor with the water dripping from her hair. “It was all over the news. I had more microphones shoved into my face than I’ve had bees.”
An exaggeration...but it worked. Taylor swore that reporters were worse than any locust.
“I may have broken the TV… And my phone… And Brian’s phone… Lisa drifted off with a blush.
“... You’re adorable.”
“Did you even realize that you’re not wearing any clothes? ” Lisa asked as her face turned even redder. “Because you aren’t, besides your underwear.”
Taylor looked down at himself. Made little questioning noises before he looked up again. “Nope. Can’t say that I did.”
He really hadn’t...had he gone to sleep with them on?
“I had to get you out of your clothes.”
He had then… he groaned. Those had been rentals.
“Cute boyshorts by the way,” Lisa commented before she flicked a sopping wet bang back over her head. “Though I have no idea how you can comfortably fit in them. It looks like they’d ache something fierce.”
“Years of practice,” Taylor said before coughing and looking up, “and good materials.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It can be… Yeah.”
The two of them then looked at each other with varying levels of uncomfortableness, an awkward silence hanging in the air as the puddle on the floor grew yet further.
“Soooo…just to reiterate…” Lisa bit her lip and twirled a strand of hair in between one of her fingers. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Taylor wished he could say he said something cool or suave at that point. Maybe a ‘yeah’ or a ‘sure’ or something. Not what he got instead, with his mouth falling open as he made a clicking noise deep in his throat like some kind of spazz.
“Well?” Lisa pushed the curtains to the side, causing the floor to get positively flooded as Lisa stood there before him. Completely naked. Soaking wet. While giving him bedroom eyes. “What do you say?”
They stared at each other some more before Taylor finally got up the power to say something again.
“... I think my legs just locked up.” Not what he wanted to say, and not what Lisa wanted to hear either, but it was true...the fact that he started to fall forward kind of sold it.
Lisa rushing out of the tub, cursing up a storm just before she caught him was appreciated though. He really didn’t like the thought of getting another concussion anytime soon...and the wet naked girl thing was nice too. Couldn’t forget about that.
They stood there for a few seconds. Taylor just trying to calm his breathing while Lisa dripped all over the floor and looked pretty. It was all very picturesque. Like something out of a war movie.
“I should probably get back to bed.”
“Yeah...” Lisa agreed before she finally managed to, with some effort, get Taylor propped up against the bathroom sink so that he wouldn’t fall over. She then quickly grabbed a towel that was hanging off of a hook and wrapped it around her middle. “I would say don’t look, but…” Lisa shrugged.
Taylor snorted, then wrapped his arm around Lisa’s shoulders when she offered them to him.
“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed before you kill yourself.” Lisa grumbled as she stood up. “You tease.”
“Okay.” Was all Taylor could say as he was half supported, half carried out of the bathroom. “And tease? How was I a tease?”
After some much grumbling and complaining about weight, Lisa managed to reach Taylor’s bedroom.
“... I don’t need to explain that to you.” Lisa grumbled as she plopped Taylor down on his bed. “You need to lose some weight, Taylor. It’s like you’re made out of rocks.”
“That’s called ‘muscle’, Lisa,” Taylor teased. “You really need to do some pushups or something because, at this point, the only way I’m losing weight is if I lose an arm. That’s not happening anytime soon.”
Hopefully not anyway. That sounded terrible.
“And lose my girlish figure?”
“It’s not all that it’s—” Taylor yawned. His jaw cracked. “—cracked up to...be.” Taylor retorted, the very act of keeping his eyes open anymore harder than it should be. “Trust me on that.”
“Hmm…” Lisa tapped her finger against her chin, “Nah.”
“Fine then. Whatever.”
Lisa let out a little scream as Taylor got a hold around her wrist and pulled her in. “What the hell Taylor?” Lisa squirmed a bit as she found herself pressed up against his chest. Just a bit. She calmed down right quick when Taylor gave her a bit of a squeeze. “I thought you said—”
“I did,” Taylor said, then deeply sighed, “This isn’t sex though. We’re just sleeping together.”
“... But...I’m still wet...“ Lisa grumbled as she gave Taylor’s chest a couple of slaps. “At least let me dry off first!”
“Can’t. Arms locked up as well...”
“... Really?”
No.
“Yep.”
He just didn’t want to be alone right now.
“Well, if that’s what happened…”
The next six hours of sleep were glorious.
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“Morning, sleeping beauty.”
Taylor cracked open his eyes. Rubbed them. Reopened them to blearily blink at a highly amused Lisa. Highly amused, or annoyed. A mix of both was likely. “Uh... Morning?” Taylor said before the breath got knocked out of him by a light punch to the gut.
“Don’t you good morning me! I’ve been curled up next to you for the last six hours!” Lisa complained. “I had things to do today!”
Taylor groaned as he rubbed his stomach. “I didn’t hear you say it was a bad thing...” That got him another slap.
“And that’s for knowing the inner workings of my mind.” Lisa pouted.
Taylor just laughed and stroked her hair, feeling more relaxed than he had since...yesterday. He should probably keep that to himself.
Lisa winced and pulled her head away. “Careful!
Taylor stopped stroking Lisa’s hair, remembering exactly what state it had been in before they’d got into bed together.
”You didn’t let me dry my hair, or brush it, before your arms ‘locked’ up. I’ve got more tangles than I do issues...and that’s a lot.” Lisa then gave him a pointed glare.
Taylor badly whistled in response. Nothing to see hear. He’d done nothing wrong.
Lisa sniffed and pointedly looked away. And then sniffed again. Taylor got the idea that she thought about gagging. “Actually…” Lisa pressed hands to Taylor’s chest and pushed him away. “Speaking of showers…”
“Yeah... It’s been a couple of days now, hasn’t it?” Taylor said before he let go, starting up their morning rituals.
Lisa rolled off the bed and readjusted her towel. Taylor followed her up... Or tried to. He got halfway up the bed and then fell back down onto it. It was supposedly very funny, seeing how Lisa laughed at him.
“Well, my muscles aren’t hurting anymore... But they’re really stiff… Can I get a little help?” Taylor gave Lisa a pitiful look and stretched out his arms.
Lisa sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute...” Lisa said as she had to pick up Taylor for the second time that day...night? What day was it? “You’re still heavy, Fatty.”
“And you still need to do some pushups, Twiggy,” Taylor retorted as he was dragged along. Thankfully he could support himself this time. He just had problems with bending. Nothing much.
“Lousy freaking cute lard assed...” Lisa grumbled as she pulled open the shower curtain. She then propped Taylor up against the sink again to turn on the water. After some cursing and tinkering, Lisa finally managed to get the water to a decent temperature.
The boiler was probably on the fritz again. Just like it was every other week...man. What the hell was Taylor doing with all of his money? He really needed to get his priorities in order.
“Alright. Time to strip.” Lisa said.
Taylor just looked at Lisa and then at what he was wearing. His underwear. This was good enough.
“Haha… Nope. Strip. You have to be naked to shower.” Lisa said as her fingers hooked Taylor’s waistband. “You’re not one of those weirdos that wear their bathing suits in the tub, are you?”
Taylor only sighed and rolled his eyes as his shorts were pulled down. He wasn’t one of those guys. He was just shy. Sue him. He then duly lifted his feet so that Lisa could properly remove them, ending with them being tossed over Lisa’s shoulder...where she just kind of stood there. Taylor rolled his eyes again as he realized that Lisa had gotten a little...fixated.
“This is nice and all—”
Lisa licked her lips a little bit but continued to stare at his crotch.
“—but we’re wasting hot water,” Taylor said before she gave Lisa a gentle poke in the forehead, prompting a playful pout from her that made him laugh.
“Fine. Fine! Spoil a girl’s fun why don’t you?” With some more cursing and hissing from moving his bulk around, Lisa managed to get Taylor sitting down in the shower. “That good?” She said as she adjusted the showerhead so it wasn’t pounding Taylor directly in the face.
Taylor, instead of responding right off, made a few odd motions with his arms.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Sort of... I need your help though. No innuendos. I honestly need you to help me shower.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow at him.
“Paperwork.”
“... That makes sense. Welcome to the Federal Government,” Lisa said just before she sat in behind Taylor, dropped her towel, and popped open a bottle of body wash. “Can I still say “I guess that I will just have to deal with running my soapy hands all over your body?” Lisa asked as she worked it into a lather.
“Well...you kind of just did...”
“That’s true...also fuck me, what happened to you?” Lisa gently poked at one of the scratches on Taylor’s back, making one of his eyes twitch in suppressed pain. “It’s like looking at a ‘death by a thousand cuts’ survivor.”
“... Becky is very enthusiastic and still getting used to actually feeling things,” Taylor explained. Paused. “She’s getting better...and I just realized what I said. Please don’t hurt me.”
Lisa only hummed an angry affirmative.
“Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” Taylor said, just before he did so.
Lisa, in her own way, slowly calmed down as she started to work her magic. Despite all the chances for teasing and the like, Lisa mostly focused on her task. Taylor hadn’t had a chance to look at his own back yet, but if Lisa was being so gentle as that...
“Where’s the Shampoo?”
“It’s in that large, white unmarked bottle,” Taylor said.
“... No wonder I couldn’t find it.” Lisa grumbled as she grabbed it and opened the top. “Why did you guys take the labels off?” Then, she gave it a sniff. “What brand is this? I don’t think I know this one.”
“Eh.” Taylor shrugged. “We mix a handful of different brands and then add in some essential oils for scent. I think it’s lemongrass and rose oil right now. I like to switch it up.”
Hair care was very important.
“Yeah... That would explain why you always smell so good.” Lisa said as she started to massage it into Taylor’s hair. “Also this volume. Wow.” She then stopped. Coughed, the continued. “It’s not bad.”
“Whatever you say, Lisa.” Things were just looking up these days, weren’t they?
“... I’m stealing the bottle,” Lisa groused.
“Sure. You could do that.” Taylor agreed.
Lisa gave him a suspicious look.
“Or you could just ask me for the recipe. Like a normal person. Hell, if Alec can do it...”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I know. Surprised me too. Then again he started it off with “I am not getting my title of ‘Face’ usurped” so it’s a bit of a wash really.” Taylor admitted.
Lisa snorted at that. Giggled. Giggled and snorted. Giggle snorted. Taylor couldn’t blame her.
“Alright. Time to rinse this out.” Taylor half-heartedly instructed his rapt pupil. “Normally, for this mix, you’re supposed to let it sit in for a few minutes, but I don’t feel like it today. Two to three.”
Lisa nodded, obviously taking note for when she got her own bottle. She then gently dug in with her nails, trying to make sure not to leave any soap behind. That was nice of her. Leftover soap on your scalp was the worst.
“Okay…” Lisa shook out what looked like half the bottle in her hands, then started soaping up Taylor’s chest like there was no tomorrow. “Now the front!” Lisa started madly giggling to herself as her hands lingered a little overlong on Taylor’s pecs.
It was a little disturbing...but really. Who was he to ruin her fun? The fact that it was him that she was giggling about was just icing on the cake really...and now, he had questions.
“Actually...how are you so relaxed about all this?” Taylor asked, the thought that he might have been talking to a Stranger instead crossing his mind for a moment before he tossed it out. “I mean—I was way too tired to ask earlier, but generally you get almost disgusted at the thought of physical intimacy.”
Lisa, instead of continuing to wash his abs until they sparkled, took a moment to think on what to say. The anxiety he was now feeling was real. “It’s amazing what a giant wheelbarrow full of cash can get you if you know the right people.”
That was...ambiguous. But it did answer some of his questions.
“Aisha made you actually get a wheelbarrow didn’t she?” Taylor asked.
“Yep,” Lisa popped the p. “I mean—it was a hassle to push that thing up the wheelchair access, but let me tell you,” Lisa leaned in close to Taylor’s ear. Tickled him with her breath in a way that made him blush even as breasts pushed against his back. “Having the cash right there and then...it’s like magic, how fast those doors open.”
Taylor could imagine.
“Now there’s an idea. What do you say to a Porsche for a belated Sweet Sixteen?” Lisa asked casually, “I mean...you killed Coil. It’s only right that you’d get to blow all his money on fancy, useless things. You can be the nice girl and I can be the mean girl.”
That...actually sounded kind of fun.
“Well… Alright. I’m willing to pretend to be a girl for a Porsche. Hell, I’m willing to pretend to be a girl for free anyway.”
At that, the both of them burst into giggles. Giggles that only ended when Lisa’s hands went a little bit lower.
Taylor’s back went straight as a ruler, his eyes wide as his junk was grabbed by the second woman in one week. “Watch the hands!”
Cold!
“But what if I don’t want to watch them?” Lisa sultry said into his ear.
Taylor managed to turn his face towards Lisa’s, wondering when the hell he’d become catnip to the girls around him.
“What if I’m ready?” She asked with just four words. Four simple words. Four. Simple. Words. Confident and strong, the voice of someone that knew what they wanted. The kiss that came after was...different. It was different from Becky. Not as hard or needful. Not as practiced either... But still as pleasurable in its own way.
Taylor couldn’t help but feel regret when they broke apart for air. One could only live on another’s breath for so long.
“You’re part of the Undersiders, Taylor.” Lisa nuzzled the side of Taylor’s neck. Slid her arms around his shoulders in a hug. “Part of me...and I’m never going to let you go.”
Taylor nervously put his hands on hers as he tried really hard to remember what his dad had said about times like these. Ah. Right. Don’t stick your dick in—
“... That didn’t come out how I wanted it to.”
—and Taylor got to live another day.
“Just...I want you to make love to me.” Lisa gave Taylor’s length a pull, forcing a hiss of air to slip past his teeth as he began to grow erect. “And I want to make love to you. Is that so much to ask?”
No. No, it was not. There was only one problem with that though.
“... I’m still asleep aren’t I?” He had to be. He just had to be at this point.
“No. No, you aren’t.”
“Are you sure?” Taylor’s breath stuttered, almost biting his tongue as Lisa started to roll her wrist. To throw in a bit of technique to what she’d been doing before. “Because—this is how a lot of my dreams with you start. I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake up soon, feeling angry and sort of sad.”
Lisa giggled, “I know~” Then she stood up, leaving Taylor bereft and alone as she stepped out of the tub...and then she was back, this time sitting in front of him, her back facing his front as she sat in between his legs. The world was right again. “You have no idea how weird it is to be interested in sex again.”
Pouring the shampoo into his own hands with an interested hum, Taylor dug his fingers into Lisa’s scalp. A bit of repayment for the good job she’d done on him and the cuddle beforehand...and damn did she have a lot of knots in there.
“Like...okay. I was fourteen, right? A completely normal girl living in Beverly Hills with my shitty parents and...” Lisa trailed off, then shook her head, “I had normal fourteen-year-old girl needs and wants. I used to watch porn even. All very normal.”
“Uh-huh.” Taylor moved onto Lisa’s back and soaped it up as well. Dug in, and gave her a minor massage.
“Then, one day…” Lisa clapped her hands together hard enough to leave an echo in the bathroom that lasted a good three seconds. It might not have been the best bathroom, but the acoustics were to die for. “I couldn’t even touch myself without feeling the need to dip my hands in acid. Do you know how hard that was for me?”
“I can’t even imagine.” With a confidence he hadn’t possessed before that fateful day in the interrogation room, Taylor moved his hands around to Lisa’s front to grab her breasts. Besides her jumping a little when started to rub, she didn’t do anything else. The last week, as long as you left out the meetings, had been awesome. “Dipping my hands into acid, I mean. That sounds terrible.”
“Right?” Lisa turned her head a bit, just enough to look at Taylor out of the corner of her eye. “I never did it or anything obviously...but my power was able to fill in the blanks for me.” She shuddered. “It was very descriptive. Very. I still felt the urge to do it anyway. Let that sink in.”
“I’m fine thanks,” Taylor replied dryly as one of his hands went down to Lisa’s stomach and started soaping it up as well. Just the one though. Righty was staying right where he’d left it. Lisa’s right breast needed a just a bit more cleaning. “... How is it now though? Better?”
“Much.” Lisa scooted backward slightly, leading to her back grazing the tip of Taylor’s erection and her not shying away like he was acid. A huge improvement...besides the whole ‘getting jerked off’ thing from earlier which had been a hint of its own. “Bunches, actually.”
“Much bunches?”
“There you go!” Lisa stiffened. “Ooh~” Then started to squirm as Taylor’s hand ended up in her lap and started to ‘clean’. The fact that he was actually cleaning was a completely secondary concern. “Tingly~”
“... That’s what she said.”
“And I’m gone.” Lisa made to stand up, the playful smile on her face the only reason as to why Taylor wasn’t currently freaking out at the moment. “I don’t think I can be with someone that has such a terrible sense of humor.”
“Nooooo,” Taylor groaned, just as playfully. “Don’t leave meeee.”
A light pull on her shoulder, just as her hand came down on a discarded bar of soap, led to the unexpected happening. Lisa fell and made vaguely upset noises. Taylor was surprised, in a good way, and in more than a little pain, in a bad way.
“Well. That happened,” Lisa said, her voice strained from the fall and the fact that Taylor had missed the promised land by mere inches. “Not sure how, but it did.”
“Owwww,” Taylor hissed and rubbed the back of his head.
It kind of evened out, in its own way...which is when Lisa slid forward, did a little hop, then came down again, straight on his erection. No thought or anything that Taylor could see. She just did it, breaking the good/bad scales as one side got much, much heavier.
“How did I not see this coming?” Lisa intoned near emotionlessly, her voice carrying hints of laughter even as her hips slowly began to rock. “I should have known you’d have never been patient enough to wait for our time in the shower to end. Woe is me.” The effect was lost as she shuddered, turned her head, and bit her thumbnail with a smile. “What are you going to do to me now?”
No pressure. No pressure at all… Ha, no. All the pressure. If the shower hadn’t been on, Taylor would have been dripping with sweat. This was the girl he’d been crushing on from day one. His best friend outside of Brian. The unattainable one that had, completely unknown to him, also been crushing on him.
This was big. Super big. Even bigger than getting his V-card punched...he couldn’t mess this up. He wouldn’t. He was going to have to go with his gut, and whatever experience he had.
“I can think of a few things,” Taylor said smoothly, feeling somewhat proud when his voice didn’t crack. The throbbing at the back of his head was quickly forgotten as he sank back into the role he’d used when he’d been with Becky, ending up with him gently cradling Lisa’s clitoris in between his thumb and forefinger. “Quite a few things, as a matter of fact.”
He was lying so hard...but improvisation had always been one of his strong suits.
“Oh. Oh wow...” Lisa gasped. Reached backwards with one hand, and flailed around a bit before she ended up cradling the back of Taylor’s head while the other latched onto the rim of the bathtub for support. “Oh dear god, wow.”
He then released Lisa’s clit, much to her loud displeasure, to place his hands on her waist. With only a little bit of effort, he raised her a few inches. And then brought her back down. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly...for him.
Lisa must have been dying, as pent-up as she was.
“Cheater,” Lisa huffed in breathless accusation. “You told me that your arms—were stiff!”
“They are...but I can move them enough for this.” He would have done a lot more than move his arms as long as it meant he got to have this. He gave Lisa a smug grin. “Besides...it’s not like you’re all that heavy, Twiggy.”
“And you’re—still a—fatty—though th-that isn’t a bad thing when you think—about it~” Lisa gasped, then bit her lip as Taylor let her drop all at once. Left her to sit and shiver as her toes curled up.
Her first orgasm of the day was...nice. Calm even...and had she just said he had a fat cock?
“More.”
Taylor paused at that. “What?”
“I said I need more!” Lisa turned her head back, not even bothering to ride out her aftershocks in favor of going straight to bouncing. “I haven’t even been able to touch myself in two years, and I. Need. More!”
Best. Day. Ever.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to!” Lisa said, before she fell backward into Taylor’s chest, wrapped her hands in his hair like a set of handlebars. “Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore!”
Best. Day. Ever...even if it was a little unrealistic. That wasn’t the point though!
“If you want this to get even better,” Taylor grunted as he started moving his hips upwards, the residual ache in them barely even noticeable under the hot water and ‘exercise’. “You could let go of my hair—”
Lisa twisted her hold a bit in warning. Lisa was a vicious little thing when she got aroused.
“—and just play with yourself at the same time, you know?”
Taylor drifted off as Lisa turned her head up to look him in the eyes. He recognized that look. The same look as you saw in the eyes of someone on LSD, or in those of someone who had just won the lottery. A look of near-religious revelation and understanding.
“I can, can’t I?” Lisa said to herself with more than a little awe in her voice.
Taylor slowly, very slowly nodded. He had a good idea of where this was going of course, but he just wanted to be safe about it.
“Okay. Yes. Alright.” Lisa let go of Taylor’s silky curls. “Just to reiterate again… Keep going and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.” Lisa moved her hands, both of them, downwards. One to her breast and one to her crotch, as was only proper. “I’ve got the rest.”
Taylor nodded again. That was an order he was more than happy to listen to. Hell, it was an order he’d never stopped following...he just started doing it a little harder.
Lisa, from the noises she started to make, obviously approved.
It went on like for some time. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. It was all the same thing as the hot water rained down on them, with Taylor slowly raising Lisa up and down. With Lisa rapidly stimulating herself. Rubbing her clit with one hand and as she pinched and pulled at a nipple with the other.
Lisa’s breaths though, eventually began to shorten. Her head rolled back onto Taylor’s chest as her hands started to move in a blur. Taylor, knowing what was going to happen from a great deal of time of trying to provoke exactly this sort of reaction from someone else, started to increase his pace as much as he safely could.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god...” Lisa whispered before she clenched her teeth. Held back a scream that would have left Taylor’s ears ringing as her back went completely rigid and still. After a few seconds of that, twenty, Taylor thought, she finally relaxed.
Taylor said nothing...but he did sigh. He hadn’t even come close yet... Not that he was going to say that. He wasn’t an asshole.
“I didn’t say stop yet, Mister.” She said simply, just before she gave him a kiss that left him breathless.
She was the boss—
Taylor started to pump into her again, driving a delightful little squeal out of her as she realized that post-orgasm sensitivity was a thing.
—and what the boss says, goes.
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“I can’t feel my legs…”
“And mine locked up again…”
That...was a very long thirty minutes.
