“Just curiosity. I’ve heard a lot of things about your prowess. Just hope you can live up to the hype.” Well, well, well. Where has this version of Spencer been hiding all these years?
“It’s fucking on.” Placing both of my hands on his jaw, I squeeze, then speak into his mouth. “Get on the fucking bed and spread your thighs for me, Spence. Show me how well you cleaned yourself up.”
Hopefully, I won’t come as soon as I see his hole. That would be embarrassing. Walking him backwards, pushing against his chest like a fucking neanderthal, I stand at the foot of the bed as he sits, then scoots back until his entire body is laid out in front of me.
He’s lean, tight in all the right places without any bulging muscles. His naturally tanned skin speaks volumes to the amount of time he spends outside in the spring and summer sun. Coastal North Carolina gets hot in the summer, but inspring and part of fall, the weather is perfect for outdoor activities, and it shows.
When he folds his legs at the knees, his feet flat on the mattress, thighs wide open, I see the whole of him. The entire fucking masterpiece.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, I don’t know where to start.” I don’t even realize I’ve spoken out loud until he responds.
“How about you start with your mouth and we’ll go from there?” At the assertive way he speaks to me, my eyes pop up to clash against his steady gaze. Fuck, he’s even hotter like this. Confident and completely at ease with his own body. I’m guessing our earlier conversation broke down his walls and I’m fucking here for it.
Hungry eyes land where my mouth wants to be, the tell-tale signs of lust on show for him to see. My dick is no longer half mast, it’s fully hard and aching from base to tip with the need to move, to pound, to do…something. I don’t need to look to know it’s probably leaking precum and has a red tint of frustration coating the top half. Not to mention my jaw getting tighter as I try to decide how I want to play this.
Am I going slow and easy, enjoying our first fuck like one savors an aged fine wine? Or am I going in there like I’m jonesing for a few cold beers on a hot summer day?
Decisions, decisions.
“I’m not hearing anything good in there. This movie’s boring as fuck.” The intensity of the moment is broken by Parker’s smart mouth and I vow she’ll pay for that somehow.
Spencer brings his hand to his own cock and my mouth waters in an instant, Parker’s intervention efficient to say the least.
“Duly noted, Stabby.”
Kneeling on the bed, I lift Spence’s bottom half and bring his thighs bent to his chest, legs wide like an offering from the gods and his hole a delicious beacon just waiting for me to devour.
“Oh, God.” Those two muttered words are all I need to hear for my mouth to fall on his hole and my tongue to rim the puckered skin, laving and spitting then laving again. Next are his balls, sucking on one, then the other before I get to my main course.
My tongue lies flat at the base of his cock, sliding up slowly enough that Spencer voices his frustration and it makes me grin. He can see it, too, which is a fucking bonus.
“You’re evil sometimes, you know that?” Oh, boy. Do I ever.
“Now, Spence, you’re the one who said I should start with my mouth.” I’m not usually very good at playing the innocent card, but right now? I’m killin’ it.
“Touché.”
If he was about to say anything else, it all dies a quick death when I lean over and deep throat his cock. It’s not too thick, but it’s long enough to make me choke a little and that fucking turns me on even more.
I suck him off the exact way I like it done to me. Sliding low and sucking back up with my tongue teasing the head around once before dropping back down.
“You’re too damn good at that.”
Why, yes, Spencer Holt, I sure as fuck am.
“You’re too damn delicious for me to be anything but amazing at it.” Humble is not in my genes.
Popping his dick out of my mouth after giving him another mind-blowing suck, I step away and head for my dresser, opening the first drawer and taking out a brand new bottle of lube.
I’m back in seconds, my top row of teeth biting down on my bottom lip at the gorgeous site of my man giving himself some lovin’ while he watches me with lust swimming in his eyes. Fuck, I can’t believe he’s all mine. Every fucking inch of him.
“Do you want me on all fours?” He’s turning as he’s asking, but I put a firm hand on his hip and roll him back over.
“No. I want to see your face the first time I make you come with my dick inside you.” The tone of my voice is raw and low, like a dangerous animal laying down the law of his territory.
It doesn’t matter that both Parker and Spencer own every fucking inch of my heart and soul. In this moment, I’m the alpha and what I say is about to go down really fucking fast and hard.
Returning to my original position, I bring his ankles up to my shoulders and raise the bottle of lube. Once opened, I turn it upside down and allow a string of liquid gel to fall over his tight little hole. My thumb rubs small, firm circles, pushing a little harder each time it comes around. It doesn’t take long for him to relax and finally let me in.