Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

Taylor snorted dismissively as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Well, what did you expect?" He scoffed, shifting slightly to lean back against the door frame. The heat from inside barely kept out the cold night air. "That's what you get for fucking around with that guy."

He paused for a moment before asking, "So, what do you want me to do about it?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you shift uncomfortably from foot to foot under the rain. His gaze flickered briefly down to your wet hair and then back up again.

"Well, you're not exactly welcome at my place," he drawled, "but I guess I could put an air mattress in the living room. For tonight," he added hastily when your eyes lit up hopefully. "You can leave tomorrow." He sneered slightly. "Or go crawling back to that asshole. Whatever floats your boat."

The thought of you sharing his bed made something stir inside him, but he ignored it and gestured toward the hallway. "Come on, then." Taylor led you down a narrow hallway lined with closed doors until they reached a sparsely furnished living room. In one corner was an old air mattress covered in a faded striped sheet.

"Help yourself," he muttered as he walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it, crossing his arms behind his head. "Make yourselves at home." He smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in it.

Taylor didn't answer you out loud, just kept staring at the ceiling as you got to work setting up the air mattress. After a few moments, he sighed and said quietly, "Look, I know we don't exactly get along... but I hate seeing you like this." There was an unspoken apology in his voice as he glanced sideways at you out of the corner of his eye.

"I mean, I can't stop thinking about how stupid that idiot is for letting you go, you know?" He shrugged slightly, feeling foolish for admitting any kind of emotion to you. "It's just... you shouldn't have to go through this shit."

"You don't have to say anything," he said softly. There was an unmistakable note of truth in his voice as he looked away from you again, watching the raindrops streak down the windowpane. "But I guess... if you ever need someone to talk to, or just get out of there..." He trailed off, not meeting your eyes.

"I can't promise I won't make fun of you," he added quickly with a small smile, "but I could maybe see about keeping that asshole away from you for a while." His gaze flickered back to yours before returning to the window.

Something inside him twisted at the thought of actually being there for you, even if it was just because he didn't want anyone else hurting you. The idea felt strange and uncomfortable but... not entirely unwelcome.

His eyes snapped to your chest as you mentioned your wet t-shirt, taking in the outline of your nipples beneath the damp fabric. His gaze dipped lower, following the hint that you were adjusting your pants. His heart raced and his cock hardened in his sweats.

"Well, then," he said roughly, trying to keep his voice casual, "maybe we should get you out of those wet clothes." Without waiting for a reply, he stood up and crossed the room toward you, his gaze fixed on your chest. Once close enough, he reached out a hand and slowly began pushing up your t-shirt.

"Let me see," he murmured, revealing first one pale, erect nipple and then the other as he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more of your tight little body. His free hand moved to cup your hip, feeling the curve of your ass through the thin material of your pants. "And I guess I should check that everything else is dry too."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Lie down on the air mattress and let me have a look." His fingers continued to stroke you through your pants, his touch rough and demanding. "If I say everything's dry enough... maybe I could help warm you up?"

His eyes feasted on the sight of you sprawled out on the air mattress, naked and exposed before him. With every touch, every stroke of his fingers against your skin, he grew harder and more possessive. He leaned down to trail his lips across your bare stomach, kissing and nipping at the tender flesh as he slid lower still until he reached the hair surrounding your sex.

"You're drenched," he growled, feeling how wet you were between your legs. "Maybe I could help get rid of some of this wetness." With that, he kissed you roughly and then sank to his knees on the floor beside the air mattress. His mouth found your sensitive skin and his tongue began to tease and lap at your clit, causing you to arch off the bed in response.

His hands grasped your hips tightly, holding you still as he feasted on you, intent only on bringing you pleasure... and maybe a little pain too. He moaned around your engorged nub, feeling power wash over him as he fucked your clit with his tongue, demanding that you come for him. "Cum for me," he breathed against your sex, the roughness in his voice heightening the sensations coursing through your body. "Let it out."

Taylor grinned around your slick flesh as he felt your body begin to shudder beneath his hands. He didn't stop there, though; he continued to lap and suck on your clit until you were gasping for air and trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Only then did he finally pull back, giving you a satisfied smirk as he gazed up at your flushed features.

His hands moved up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples before he leaned forward and took one hardened nub into his mouth, sucking roughly on it as he pushed the other hand between your legs. His fingers slid through your wetness, pressing against your clit again, still slick from where you had just come.

"Feel good?" he murmured around your nipple, not giving it a chance to harden before sucking harder. "You taste fucking amazing." His hips rose off the ground as his hand continued to tease and torment you, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweats. "But I bet you'd like this better..."

He slid a slick finger into you, testing your tightness before adding another, curling them deeper until he found a rhythm that had your hips bucking off the bed in need. His mouth moved lower still, licking and nibbling at your belly button as his fingers fucked you, driving you wild with desire.

"Don't forget who I am," he growled, "I don't give a shit about anyone but me..." His voice trailed off into a moan as he felt you begin to tighten around his fingers, the sensation almost bringing him to the edge too. "But tonight..." He pulled out of you

"Shh..." he breathed out as he felt you start to shudder beneath his touch. "It's just me," he murmured, kissing the inside of your elbow before moving up to nibble at your earlobe. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked himself slowly, feeling the head of his cock grow slick with pre-cum as it rubbed against his palm.

His fingers remained inside you as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips. "You're so wet," he growled, thrusting his hand deeper as he felt your muscles clench and relax around him in time with his movements. He moaned into your mouth when you moaned against his lips, their bodies moving together in a twisted dance of lust and hate.

Your scent filled his nostrils and drove him wild; it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It made him want to claim you, brand you as his. But he knew that wasn't possible... not with the way things were between them. So instead, he would have you tonight, and he would make sure that you forgot about everyone else but him while he was inside you.

"Come for me," he murmured against your lips, thrusting his fingers harder as he felt your muscles begin to tremble on the brink of another release. His other hand slid down between your legs again, spreading your wetness over your clit in a teasing circle before moving lower still to play with your entrance. "Let go for me, baby..."

His hips moved faster now, rubbing against yours as he rocked his hand back and forth in time with the thrusts of his fingers, desperate for release but determined not to let you have it yet. He wanted this to last forever... or

Taylor growled low in his throat as he felt the tension coiling tight inside you. Your moans and gasps filled the air between them, echoing through the room like a siren's song beckoning him deeper into this twisted dance of lust and hate. His fingers slid faster and harder inside you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles as he thrust harder still.

His free hand moved lower again, slipping between your legs to massage your entrance even as he fucked his fingers deeper, determined to drive you over the edge once more. His lips found your neck, sucking gently before nipping at the sensitive skin there, leaving a line of sting behind each mark.

"That's it," he groaned, feeling his control beginning to slip as your muscles clenched tight around him again. "Let me feel that." His hips bucked wildly, thrusting forward even as he pulled his fingers free from you. In one swift motion, he positioned his cock at your entrance and slammed into you with a harsh grunt.

"Fuck," he breathed out, feeling you stretch tight around him as he buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. "So fucking perfect." He began to move, quick and rough and possessive, claiming your body as his as they became lost in their desire for each other.

Your screams mingled with his grunts of pleasure as they rocked together, their bodies slapping against the mattress in a frenzy of lust and anger. He knew this couldn't last, that reality would come crashing down around them eventually... but for now, he was going to enjoy every single second of having you under him.

His fingers found your clit once more,

"God, yes," he grunted out as you moaned his name. The roughness in his voice only served to heighten the primal urge he felt to claim and possess you completely. His hips pistoned faster, each thrust harder than the last as he lost himself in the tight heat of your body and the feel of your nails digging into his back.

His free hand moved between you, finding a perfect spot on your clit that had him growling and groaning with every touch. He knew he should probably last longer but he couldn't resist the temptation to speed things up, to give in to the primal need to dominate and conquer.

As you came apart beneath him with another scream of his name, he followed close behind, his body tensing as he spilled his seed deep inside you. For a moment, they were connected; two separate entities becoming one in the heat of passion and desire. Then reality crashed back down around them like an avalanche.

The sound of your ragged breathing filled the quiet air between their bodies as he slowly pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed beside you, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his brow. He didn't look at you as he said, "I should go." The words felt like lead in his mouth.

Without waiting for a reply, he stood up and began to gather his clothes, stuffing them into a backpack by the door. Once done, he turned to face you again, searching your features for some sign of what you were thinking or feeling... but finding nothing there. He swallowed thickly before speaking again. "Look, I'm sorry about tonight..."

Taylor sighed softly as he saw the look in your eyes, knowing there was nothing else he could say or do that would make it better. He wanted to apologize again, but knew that wouldn't help either. So instead, he forced a small smile and said, "Take care of yourself, okay?" It wasn't much, but it was all he had to offer at the moment.

With one last glance your way, he turned and walked out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings as the night slowly began to fade away.

The sound of his car starting up outside faded into the distance, taking the last bit of comfort from his presence with it until all that was left was an unbearable sense of emptiness and confusion. As he drove off into the darkness, he wondered if he'd ever see you again... or if this was truly the end.

The image of you teasing yourself with his cum flashes through his mind as he drives away from the house. His cock hardens instantly at the thought, and despite knowing it's wrong, he can't help but fantasize about calling you up and demanding that you describe every detail in graphic detail.

But no, he tells himself. This isn't healthy. He has to let go of these feelings, find a way to move on from this... unhealthy obsession with you. It's the only way he can keep his sanity intact while living under the same roof as that bastard again.

With a deep breath, he focuses on the road ahead and tries to push all thoughts of you aside. Maybe someday things will be different, but for now, he needs to accept what he's got and try to make the best of it... even if that means ignoring the part of him that aches for you.

Taylor's hand tightens around the steering wheel as he listens to your voice on the other end of the line. Hearing you call out his name like that sends shivers down his spine and makes it hard to concentrate on driving safely. He tries to ignore the ache in his chest, the need that only seems to grow stronger with every passing moment.

"Hey," he manages to croak, trying to sound casual despite the way his heart races at the sound of your voice. "I'm just headed back home. I'll see you soon enough, okay?" He knows he shouldn't be talking to you like this; it only feeds into the fire that burns between them. But he can't help himself.

There's a brief pause before your voice fills his ear again. "Okay..." You sound confused and vulnerable all at once, and it makes him even harder as he imagines you lying in bed, touching yourself while thinking about him. He bites back a groan and forces out another response. "Yeah, see ya later."

With that, he hangs up the phone and concentrates on driving home. His cock aches with the need to be inside you again; his fingers itch to touch your skin and feel the wetness between your legs. But he knows this can't happen - not now, maybe not ever. He has to find a way to forget about how good it felt, to bury those memories deep where they can't hurt him anymore.

Taylor bites his lip hard to keep from moaning out loud as your words reverberate through his head. He should ignore this; he knows it's not right, but damn does it feel good to hear you want him like that. His cock twitches in his pants as he imagines pushing you back against the bed and filling you up with his length.

"I wish..." he whispers, more to himself than to you. "But I can't." There's a pause before he adds bitterly, "Not anymore." He takes a shaky breath and tries to focus on the road again, telling himself that he needs to forget about how good it felt between the two of you and move on with his life.

Even if moving on means living under the same roof as you, with your scent filling his nostrils and your voice echoing in his ears every single day. It's a cruel twist of fate, but he has to find a way to survive it... somehow.