“Need some help with that?”
And like a prepubescent asshole, I come all over my hand and tile floor just from the sight of Spencer watching me hand fucking myself.
I laugh because what the actual fuck?
“Not anymore, but you can lick up my cum and call it a good deed.”
Chapter Eleven
Spencer
What the hell am I doing? This felt like a good idea for all of five minutes. The mug of coffee in my hands now feels like a lead weight and if my best friend’s husband wasn’t a literal psycho, I would have some strong words for her. It was Mac who sent me up here, declaring Grinder would want his coffee hot.
The moment I crossed the threshold of his bedroom, the steam from the bathroom drew me in and here I am, perving over the man of my nightmares—because dreams are too mushy for Grinder. It’s not like I’ve never seen his cock before because he has it out at every given opportunity…inside and outside of the clubhouse. But the sound of my name coming from his plush lips as he slowly glides his hand up and down his pierced cock feels like honey.
The words just slip from my mouth. “Need some help with that?”
At my voice, he turns his body toward me, his deep-blue eyes connecting with mine as strings of cum spurt from the end of his cock, covering his hand and the floor tiles. It’s a whole moment that feels like it could go on forever, only prolonged when hestarts laughing. I love when he laughs. It’s infectious as much as it’s addictive.
“Not anymore, but you can lick up my cum and call it a good deed.”
And it’s like a switch has been flipped, throwing me back into the reality where Grinder would break my heart if I let him.
“Lick it up yourself, Grinder. I’m just here to bring your coffee.” I hold it up and feel as dumb as Baby fromDirty Dancingcarrying a freaking watermelon. I’m trying really hard not to roll my eyes at myself but I fear I’m failing when Grinder laughs again.
“Not what you said a minute ago.” He steps out of the shower, not a hint of shyness. Everything is out there for all to see, and boy do I see. My face is heating up and my heart is ready to beat out of my chest.
He is a vision in all his naked glory.
“Well, I had a momentary brain aneurysm. See you downstairs.” Turning, I head into the bedroom with a very wet Grinder following behind me, and as I reach the main door, I hesitate.
Why don’t I just go for it?
You know why, Spencer.
Sighing, I continue out the door.
“Doc!”
I stop at the sound of my nickname and twist my head, my eyebrows raised and my lips pursed.
“Coffee?” He grins and eyes the mug in my hands, swinging on the door frame—still completely naked.
“Come and get it if you want it that badly.” I regret my words almost instantly when he starts stalking toward me like a man on a mission. His cock is standing to attention as he gets closer and I struggle to lift my eyes to his instead of ogling him like a horny teenager.
I’m a couple of inches taller and, like this, with him looking up at me…my will is cracking like a whip in a whore house.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Doc.” He licks the side of my face as he grips the mug in my hands. “Because I’m ready to take you at your word.”
I thought he was going to walk away but, instead, he presses his nose against mine and I breathe him in. Minty toothpaste and the unmistakable scent of leather that clings to him even when he’s fresh out of the shower.
“Like this.” He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls but it doesn’t hurt.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze as I watch him watching me for my reaction. Then he lets my lip free almost as quickly as he captured it and pushes me against the wall, his palms on my chest. The coffee is forgotten, the contents splashing over the floor as the mug lands with a thud.
All the air is sucked from my lungs when his lips land on mine and he immediately demands entrance with his tongue. The reality switch has been turned off and lust is in complete control as I reach my hands up and palm the sides of his face, holding him in position as he grinds up against me.
He reaches down and cups my balls, rolling them with his fingers and making me jerk forward with the action. The feel of his cock against my thigh makes me breathe heavily into his mouth, the pure ecstasy of this moment exactly as I imagined and more.