Covering his body, my forearms resting on either side, I whisper in his ear,
“hold on for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you sliding in and out of me.” I slowly start to rock. By now, the burn has turned into a feeling of being stuffed to the hilt. It has been years since my ass has felt full and sated.
The fact is, this man peering up at me with shimmering eyes makes my whole body feel full and sated.
“Please Finn! I need you to move faster!” he begs, and I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t give someone what they need. I start riding his cock faster, twisting and rocking every which way, until I find the spot I’m looking for.
“Fuck, YES! Right there, Please right there, don’t stop.”
Spencer lifts his hips, meeting my thrusts, pounding into my prostate over and over again. My eyes roll into the back of my head as a burst of stars invade my vision.
“Finn,” he moans. “I can’t.” His fingers digging into my thighs so hard he will leave bruises.
“I’m right there, baby,” I say, jerking my cock in and out of my hand in rhythm to his thrusts. “I’m gonna come! Come with me, Spencer!” I feel his cock thicken inside of me, stretching my inner walls, shouting his release with that porn star worthy moan. As soon as the sound hits my ears, my muscles clench around his cock, still filling the condom with his release, as mine coats his chest.
Panting like we just ran a marathon, I collapse on top of him, holding some of my weight as I try not to squish him. We lay there breathing, which turns into breathing and kissing, which turns into kissing and kissing, before we are forced to go back to breathing.
Spencer softens and slips out of me, my body shudders and I ache at the loss as I fall beside him on the bed. Looking over at him, he is blissed out like a motherfucker and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Are you okay?” He turns and looks at me. “Huh?”
We both bark out a laugh.
I reach for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Areyou okay? I know how big a deal what we just did was. Even if it wasn’t me fucking you.”
He raises my hand to his mouth, kissing me on the knuckle.
“I’m soooo fucking okay!”
“Don’t move!” I say, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Like I could even if I tried,” he responds.
I hurry into his bathroom, grab a warm washcloth, and return to find Spencer still sprawled out, eyes closed. He jumps when the warm washcloth touches his skin. “Sorry,” I whisper.
Throwing the cloth onto the floor next to the bed, I crawl in, wrap my arms around Spencer, and pull him into me. I am the big spoon!
“Stay?” he asks.
“No place I would rather be. Now get some sleep.”
“Mmmm, okay,” he murmurs, wiggling his ass into my softened cock.
“Hey, watch where you're wiggling that thing or you really will be begging me to stop.”
He reaches back, patting the top of my head. “Promises, promises… But after our nap.”
I laugh into the side of his neck, feeling happy. It’s as simple as that!
These last couple of days have been rough. Emotions have been running high and my wounded heart has been trying to tell me something. When I look down and see him sleeping in my arms, my heart tries to punch straight through my chest. For the last few weeks, every time he is near, my heart wants to break the cage that surrounds it. This time, I hear the thunderous crack.
I don’t think that I can ignore it anymore and I don’t really want to. My heart is falling in love with Spencer, and I think I might just let it.
* * *
The rest of the week flew by. Spencer and I started to develop a little routine every night after work. I would end up over at his house. We would order in food, curl up on the couch, watch episodes of Doctor Who and talk. He told me more stories about his mom, the bookstore and his dreams for the Cafe. I could sit and listen to him talk for hours. I’m so excited for him. He is taking on so much, but his friends have all rallied around him. Offering support and a helping hand.
I don’t know if it’s this town or this group of people. I think back to earlier this week. I have never had two men flank to my side the way Jaxon and Dom did. Besides Beckett, I’ve never had the support of friends.
