I know that already. He’s throbbing in my palm, the pre-cum giving me an easier glide. I should have gotten lube to make it easier, but that would require getting up and moving away from him. Impossible. “Do you—do you like something in your ass?”
He jolts in surprise. “Fuckinghell,Spence, you can’t ask me that.”
I tilt my head. “Why not?”
“You just can’t.”
I can do whatever I want. “Do you?” I ask again.
He growls and kisses me hard. I melt against him, my hand squeezing around his cock. He’s trying to distract me. It won’t work. Okay, it may work a little because his tongue is magic, but I want to know this about him. It’s the only thing Idon’tknow. What he likes in bed. Whathe’slike in bed.
“I’ve never had anything in my ass,” I offer. I can give too. A truth for a truth. “Not even like… a finger.”
Kendrick groans and bucks into my hand. “I’m aware of that.”
Yeah, he would be. He knows everything about me, including those parts. I hate that I don’t have the same knowledge, and at the same time, I don’t want to hear anything about it. Those people don’t get to have him, because he’smine. He’s been mine our entire lives, even when we didn’t know each other. Time is meaningless when it comes to what’s between us.
“And you?”
His eyes meet mine, and there’s a strange vulnerability there. I want to soothe it, make it better.
“Tell me.”Please.I have to know. Has someone else been there?
“No, Spence,” Kendrick breathes out. His thumb massages my neck, pressing in pleasantly. “I’ve never let anyone in. If you want it, you can have it. You don’t have to ask for anything.”
He gives everything freely to me, and I love him so much for it that it hurts sometimes. The idea of losing him,this, is unbearable. Tightening my grip on his dick, I renew my efforts with vigour. “I want you to come for me.”
His fingers thread through my hair, and he pulls my head back, latching on the curve of my throat. Pain and pleasure mingle in the spot as he bites and sucks, marking me.Yes.I want to wear him on me, always. I can’t wait to get him into a tattoo parlour to put a permanent mark on him.
I speed up further, and he sucks harder, one feeding into the other, the two of us completely attuned. My arm’s starting to tire, and I don’t care. I’ll push through anything to give him this. Walk through fire for him. And then back again because my place is right next to him.
“Come,” I whisper hoarsely. “Please. I want to be covered in you, smell so strongly of you that no one will ever mistake that you own me.”
His growl reverberates through me like a lightning bolt, and then his teeth sink into my skin further, pain lancing down my spine. He pulses in my hand, coating me with his cum.
Everything settles, the buzz in my brain ceases, and the world quiets. This reassurance of his hold on me, of mine on him, is the strongest I’ve ever felt. It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
Chapter twelve
Kendrick
Sleep is impossible. Spencer’salready lost to the world, curled against me with his head on my chest, a possessive hand curled around my hip, ensuring I don’t get away from him without him noticing.
Our entire relationship changed tonight. In a way we can’t take back.
I don’t understand him, or what he wants—I doubt he does either—and it doesn’t matter, because he can have it anyway. If he’d asked to fuck me tonight, I would have let him despite the fact I’ve never in my life bottomed or had any desire to. I’d offer myself up for him in a heartbeat.
Except he can’t take that step, because his dick isn’t participating in any of this. The rest of him is right there, whispering filth in my ear. He gives me the tip. Only ever the tip.
He mumbles in his sleep and mouths absently at my skin. My arm around him tightens instinctively. He doesn’t wake when Ibrush his blond hair from his face and glance my knuckles over his soft cheek.
The feel of his hand around my dick, the way he urged me on, the taste of him in my mouth, I’ll never be able to forget any of it. He’s a constant torture and the source of all my happiness. The worry that I’m demanding too much, that I’m making him uncomfortable with my desire for him, is always there as well. Barely under the surface and breaching at the most inconvenient times.
“Ken.”
I pause, waiting. Is he talking in his sleep, or awake?
