“Feel good?” he asks huskily, a knowing look on his face.
“Feels fucking fantastic.” I’m already rock hard, and every ounce of my willpower gets tested every time he touches me. He moves lower and squeezes my dick. I bite back a groan and push into his touch. Yeah, that’s good too.
“Tell me what to do,” Spencer whispers.
“I think you’re doing pretty good on your own,” I manage to get out, more a string of guttural sounds than actual words.
He smiles at me in a way I can’t resist, leaning forward to catch his lips and taste it. His fingers dig into my hips, and then he’s yanking at my pants, fumbling in his haste. I don’t stop him this time. The sooner we get naked, the sooner we can get to the fun stuff.
“You could help.”
“I could.”
“Did you solder the belt together?”
His face disappears behind fabric when I tug his T-shirt up and over his head.
“That’s not helping,” he huffs, shooting me a look.
“No?” Without waiting for a reply, I nudge him backward. He moves with me, our mouths finding each other again as we navigate around the living room and down the hallway toward his—our—bedroom.
He falls back onto the bed, splaying his hands to brace himself. Nudging his legs apart, I make space for myself. It’s my turn to take him in now. I can stare at him for hours.
He visibly swallows, red spreading down his chest as I continue to look. My fingers trace the blush, all the way down to his waistband.
“Take them off,” he begs, hips seeking and urging.
“I thought you wantedmeto tellyouwhat to do?” I don’t mind, either way.
He glares and lifts a hand, reaching for the button on his pants. The corner of my mouth twitches as he fumbles, attempting to do it one-handed.
“Not having much luck taking any clothes off today,” I tease.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
With a chuckle, I take pity on him and undo his pants, tugging them and his briefs down in one swift move. Fucking hell, he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Soft skin, hair-roughened legs, weird knees that I fucking love, full calves. I plan on having them wrapped around me before the end of the night.
He’s at half mast, which is more than I expected. His attraction doesn’t work the same way that mine does, and I have to trust that if he says he wants this, then he really does. And god knows I’ve wanted it forever.
I skim my palms up his thighs, and he shakily asks, “Aren’t you going to finish getting undressed?”
“Soon.” It’s not in my immediate plans. As many times as I’ve seen him naked over the years, I’ve never gotten my mouth below his waist. Right now, it’s my only priority.
He twitches with a small moan at the soft kiss on his inner thigh, and he lifts his knee, giving me more room. I make my way closer to his dick, licking and nipping his sensitive skin. The sounds he’s making are driving me insane. I should have known he’d be loud; he can’t keep his mouth shut at the best of times, why would now be any different?
“Yeah, right there,” Spencer moans. “Fuck, that feels good. Does that feel good for you?”
In answer, I slide my tongue up the length of him. A burst of sweet musk fills my mouth. I do it again until he’s clutching atmy hair and making more of those fucking sounds that are going to make me come in my pants.
“The better question is,” I murmur, mouthing the side of him, “doyoulike that?” It’s the most important part of this equation. The second I think he’s only doing this for me, and he’s uncomfortable, forcing it, we stop.
“It’s… yeah.” He threads his fingers through my hair and then moves down to my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him. “I want to be good for you.”
Never mind the sounds, words like that are going to make me come too soon. “You are. More than.” So much more than. My eyes slide closed in a wash of pleasure the second I get my mouth around the tip of his cock. He squirms, his knees bracketing me.
“I’m not—it’s never—don’t stop.”
I can’t, not with that kind of encouragement.
