Except Spencer hadn’t been, and was obviously enjoying the attention, and Wolf had turned tail and run. Now he couldn’t help imagining them together, the man running his hands all over Spencer’s body, tasting his kisses, feeling him shake…
His doorbell rang. He ignored it, figuring it was a delivery person who’d picked the wrong apartment, but it rang again and again, and irritated beyond belief, he flung open the door, only to see Spencer standing there.
“You? What’re you doing here?”
“Hello to you too.Would you like to come in, Spencer? Don’t mind if I do, thanks.” Babbling as usual, Spencer breezed past him and headed to the living room. Wolf followed, ready to throw him out, but Spencer, having spied the bottles of liquor, decided to make himself at home.
“Is Gary here?” Spencer peered over his shoulder. “No? Good. Let’s have a drink, then. Do you still only have Scotch? I’d rather have that vodka you gave me last time.” He found the right bottle and poured a splash into a tumbler, added ice, and drank some. “Much better than the rotgut we used to get from the liquor store near campus. Guess our tastes have changed since college.”
“Yes. They have.” Wolf folded his arms. “Why are you here?”
“Mine haven’t.” He took another sip, and to Wolf’s shock, Spencer’s hand shook. “Not for everything.” He set the glass on the table and wrapped his arms around Wolf. “I wanted you then, and I want you now.”
Wolf’s mouth went dry, and despite himself, he cupped Spencer’s ass, feeling him harden against his thigh. Wolf was already aching, and all his resolve to remain at arm’s length vanished.
“That guy you were with earlier…”
“Who?” Spencer’s eyes searched his. “Carson? He’s a friend.”
“I wasn’t aware friends kissed each other like that.”
“Wehave. And more.” Spencer grabbed his shoulders. “I really need you right now. Don’t push me away. Not tonight.” Spencer’s lips moved in a wet, hot trail across his neck, and Wolf moaned, struggling to contain the greedy hunger exploding through him for this man…the only one who made him come alive.
They tore at each other’s clothes, Wolf uncaring if he ripped Spencer’s shirt to shreds. When they stood naked and exposed in the living room, Spencer sank to his knees and slid his mouth over Wolf’s cock, and he cried out, hands clutching Spencer’s hair.
“Oh fuck, oh God.” His hips had a will of their own, and he thrust and thrust avidly, watching Spencer’s lips move up and down over his shaft, the groans and whimpers from Spencer’s mouth spurring him on. Every nerve ending leaped to awareness, his balls throbbed, and even his skin hurt. But he didn’t want to come in Spencer’s mouth.
“Not yet,” he gasped and stepped away.
“Wha-what the fuck.” Eyes glazed, mouth wet and open, Spencer swayed, his own dick red and hard. “Get back here.”
“Bed, I want…” Wolf clenched his hands, embarrassed by how badly he needed to be inside Spencer.
“Fucking hell, Wolf, you look…never mind.”
Spencer grabbed his hand, and they stumbled to the bedroom, where they fell onto the bed, arms and legs tangling. Spencer’s mouth was on his, and they devoured each other, tongues licking and sparring. Panting, Wolf held out his fingers.
“Suck.”
Spencer’s eyes widened, but he took them into his mouth, and Wolf nearly came apart from that soft, wet heat. With Spencer spread out beneath him, Wolf slid one dripping finger up inside him. Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he moved up and down.
“More, come on, come on,” he urged, and Wolf pushed in a second finger and soon had Spencer working himself on his hand. “Fuck me, Wolf, get in me now.”
Wolf grabbed the lube off the night table, slicked himself up, and pushed inside Spencer’s heat, the snug fit on his cock exquisitely beautiful. Jesus, he was on fire, the hot clench of muscle on his shaft painfully perfect. He thrust deep, and Spencer moaned, his head thrashing on the pillow.
“God, oh God, never, never. Wolf…”
Spencer locked his legs around Wolf’s waist, and Wolf pumped long, deep strokes into him, falling into the beauty of Spencer in his passion. He was lost in the velvet softness of Spencer’s hold on him, and watched as Spencer jerked himself off, his hand a blur, and then his mouth fell open as he came, body arching off the bed, come spurting through his fingers.
“Holy hell, you look…oh, God.”
Fire sheared through him, and through the white-hot noise in his head, he exploded deep inside Spencer, their bodies merging into one. He collapsed over Spencer, lying chest to sweat-slicked chest, their heartbeats pounding in rhythm, and even though he’d just lived through the most intense physical experience of his life, he needed to hold Spencer tighter and press his lips to his skin, anchoring himself with touch.
“Wolf.”
“Mmm?” He felt too good to move.
“We didn’t use a condom.” He stiffened, and Spencer slipped a hand around his nape. “Don’t go all hard-ass on me. I’m tested regularly. But if you’re sleeping with someone else, like Gary…”
