My hands move from his lower back until they reach his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Spencer groans into my mouth. Our combined pre-come makes us slick as our hard lengths rub together. The head of his cock catches on mine, sending a tidal wave of sparks through my body.
Suddenly Spencer pulls away from the kiss, sitting up. “Shit, umm, I don’t have any condoms.”
Fuck! “I don’t think I do either.” I rack my brain, hoping… “Wait!” I say, jolting upright, a laugh bubbling at the surface.
Beckett, I could kiss you!
“I actually have some, courtesy of Beckett.”
Spencer arches an eyebrow in question.
“It’s a long story!”
“Perfect, now can you go get them? Because I have a growing list of things I want to do to you, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.” For emphasis, he wraps his fingers around my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze.
I’m up so fast he almost topples to the floor, limbs swinging wildly.
I quickly peck his lips before pulling on my shorts. That’s when I hear it… the sigh.
“I hate when you do that.”
I laugh at his somber expression.
“I’ll be right back.”
Running back over to my place, my heart is thumping wildly. I normally don’t bottom, but after everything that has happened in the last few days, I need the reminder that I’m alive and not in some warped version of hell. I need to feel the burn as his cock stretches me wide open. Proof that the pain eventually turns to pleasure.
Reaching for my toiletries bag, I do my own little happy dance when I spot the box.
Grabbing a washcloth and soap, I hit the important areas, trying to freshen up the best I can before heading back over.
“Sorry, I quickly…” my voice trails off and my jaw goes slack.
Spencer, sweet innocent Spencer, is on his bed looking like sin. On his knees facing away, he has his head thrown back over his shoulder, looking at me with a shy smile, ass on display. He is wearing a red lace jock with a silk bow just above his ass.
My mouth waters at the sight. I drop my pants in the middle of the floor and stalk towards him, stroking my cock. I want his lips on mine, his hands on my body, and his cock buried deep in my ass. Desire for him races through my veins.
Throwing the condoms and lube down next to him on the bed, I kneel up behind him, his back to my front. Arms around his waist splayed across his stomach.
“No better sight to see when walking into a room. God, you are so fucking sexy!”
He arches his back, draping his arms behind my head. My hard dick nestled in his ass.
“You like what you see?
“Very much so!”
Spencer slowly turns in my arms. My hands automatically move to his ass. Spreading his cheeks, I rub the pad of my finger around his hole.
“Follow my lead,” I murmur next to his ear. Knowing he does not have a lot of experience, I figure the best course of action is to show him.
He gets the hint, and I feel his hands kneading my ass, his finger tracing the crack until it lands on my puckered hole. My breath shudders at the sensation. We kiss as we tease and play with each other’s bodies. At some point we fall into bed, continuing to kiss and grope each other.
“I have an idea,” I say, breaking the kiss.
I pick Spencer up and twirl him around so his ass is right over my face.
He squeals, “you have got to start warning a guy before you do that!”
