He pushes a little deeper, and I let out a guttural moan that seems to fill the whole room. The way I’m lying, I can’t actually look to see how many people had stopped to stare. It’s probably a good thing because I’m convinced we’re now putting on a show for everyone in the room. I know it’s not true. I can still hear people fucking all around me, but I can’t chase the thought out of my head.
I come completely undone when Spence brushes the tip of his finger over my prostate.
“Oh, fucking hell!”
He smiles and makes eye contact with me again. His finger pulls back before pushing deep again. He keeps it up until I’m a gooey wreck on the sofa and there’s absolutely no resistance from my liquid muscles. Then he slips another finger inside. My arse clenches around the extra girth, but there’s nowhere near as much pressure as before, and I don’t feel any discomfort at all. I become completely lost in the depths of his kind eyes as he continues to plunder my arse. I barely notice when he adds a third finger. I’ve never had a man play with my arse for so long, let alone so well. I could come from this alone, but I don’t want to.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Pease, Spence, fuck me hard.”
He strokes my prostrate again, and my cock jerks. I gasp as he slips his fingers free, and I suddenly feel empty. I want him back. He doesn’t break eye contact as he picks up a condom and tears open the wrapper with his teeth. He jerks his cock a couple more times before rolling the condom on. It’s me who looks away, my gaze bobbing between his cock and his eyes.
He grabs my hips. The air rushes out of my lungs as he tugs me closer, then pushes the head of his cock against my now supple entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says. “Hard.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
He pushes my knees up until my feet are resting on the arch and the backs of my calves are practically touching my thighs. Then he pushes inside me.
I cry out, not because it hurts, but because it feels so fucking good. His cock fills me. My muscles hug his length and pulse around it.
“You feel so good,” he says.
“So do you.” My eyebrows twitch together, and I give up trying to keep my eyes open. I just want to feel him.
“Look at me.”
I whimper but do as I’m told. My eyelids are heavy, but I’m pretty sure he’s not going to move if I disobey. I lock stares with him again and liquify on the spot. His brown eyes are intense, full of compassion and lust.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
He pulls back slowly until only the head of his cock is inside me before snapping his hips. My body jolts from the force, and my teeth clatter together.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I grate out as he does it again. “So good.”
I stop trying to talk as he fucks me. Every other sound in the room is deafened by our pants and grunts and the rhythmic slap of his hips against my arse. He rests his hands on the dip of the arch of the sofa, on either side of my chest so he can get a better, deeper angle, and oh, fuck, do I appreciate it. I’ve heard the phrase ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out’ a hundred times or more, but I always thought it was just a saying. Now I know it’s possible because Spence is doing exactly that. I’m surprised I last as long as I do before the pressure in my balls becomes too intense. My orgasm hits me in a violent wave that makes my whole body shudder, and hot cum spurts onto my chest and chin. Spence lets out a cry, and his cock pulses inside me. Despite the condom, I feel him empty his load. It’s hot, and for one crazy second, I’m convinced it’s going to burn through the rubber. Yup, he’s well and truly fucked my brains out.
He stands still, panting as he continues to stare deep into my eyes. Even though we’ve just had sex with an audience, the moment feels incredibly intimate. He smiles and gently eases his cock out of me. He takes the condom off, ties it, and drops it into one of the waiting bins before cleaning himself off with a wipe.
I don’t move. Ican’tmove. Not that I need to. He grabs more wipes, mops the sweat from my brow, and cleans up my cum. He sits on the edge of the sofa and leans down to kiss me. His beard tickles my skin. He tastes of strawberries. He kisses me slowly and gently, our lips barely parted. He ends it by nuzzling my nose with his.
“Now are you relaxed?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wait here.”
“I can’t move.”
“I will need you to move a little.”
He leaves, and I shut my eyes. Holy crap, that was good. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sex that much before. Was it because he was just that good or because of the thrill of being watched? It’s probably best if I don’t think about it too hard.
Spence comes back with a blanket. He encourages me to turn around so my head is resting on the bigger curve. Somehow he snuggles up beside me and lays the blanket over us both. He holds me tight, with my head resting on his chest right over his heart, which thumps lazily. This time, I lose the battle against closing my eyes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He kisses my head. “You’re welcome, sweet boy.”
