“Guests’ll love that,” I say with a chuckle.
“We can write it in code. It’ll keep Six occupied for a few hours, next time he visits.”
Everything melts away when he lines himself up and slowly sinks onto me.Fuck,that feels good. And the look on his face... I’ll never forget this. He doesn’t close his eyes, staring right at me, like he can’t make himself look away. I know the feeling. It’s easy to forget anyone else exists when he’s in view. It’s not about pleasure—eventhisisn’t about that, not really. It’s not about losing ourselves in each other. It’s about finding ourselves, together.
His face twists into a light grimace, and I grab his hips, stopping him from sliding down further. “Spence?”
“It’s just—I think you grew. You’re a lot bigger right now.” There’s a strain to his voice that puts me on edge. A hint of pain that I never want to cause.
“I’d normally take that as a compliment.” Not today.
He splays his hands over my chest and pushes down another inch. He’s squeezing so tight that it feels like a hot glove surrounding me.
“If it hurts, we stop, Spence. That’s not what this is—”
“I know, shut up. Let me adjust—youarebig, and if you want to use that to stroke your ego, go ahead—and then I’m all yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
He smiles in a way that makes butterflies dance in my stomach. Soft, sultry, and filled with love. A piece of him that belongs only to me.
“Yeah?” He lowers a little more. He stills, his throat working. I soothe him with strokes of my thumb on the curve of his hip. “It’s good, Ken. Incredibly good, I swear.” He groans, eyes fluttering. “I felt that. Felt you move. Was it because of what I said?”
“You’re killing me, baby.” In the best fucking way.
“Good.” He leans forward and kisses me at the same time he settles on me completely, bottoming out. A guttural moanrumbles in my chest, and I bury my hands in his hair, unable to stop from reaching for him.
Everything builds slowly as he rides me at a steady pace. No more rushing, just us here together. He’s gyrating his hips more than an up-and-down motion. It only heightens it all, everything extra sensitive. I can’t do anything but take it, lost in the taste and feel and sounds of him. He’s so perfect that I don’t know how I look at him every day and don’t combust.
“This is… nice.” Spencer lifts his head to look at me, cheeks flushed red. “We should do it again.”
“We haven’t even finished it yet,” I say with a laugh.
“Once we have,” he insists. Except it’s followed with a hesitation and a slight wobble in his bottom lip.
“What is it?”
He bites his bottom lip, and I coax him to let go so he can speak to me.
“I want to, now. But I might not—I don’t always—what if…”
“What if what?”
“I love being with you.” He rubs circles on my chest, staring intently, like he can’t look away from me. “I can’t stand it when we’re apart. And right now, I love what we’re doing. Having you inside me. It feels amazing and so much more than I thought it would. I want to come. I want you to come; I want to feel you dripping out of me. A part of you and me mixed.”
If he keeps talking like that, he’s going to experience it pretty soon.
“I don’t understand,” I tell him honestly. All of that sounds perfect; why does he sound like something’s wrong? He’s hot and tight around me, gripping me as his hips rotate, small spasm-like movements, like he can’t bear to stop even while we’re talking.
“I want to touch and kiss you all the time. That feeling never goes away. It sits with me every second of the day. When I’m awake, when I’m asleep.”
“But?”
“But I don’t always feel likethis.”
“Like what?” I’m starting to understand what he’s getting at. What he’s been struggling with for a long time. I didn’t see it for so long, and I’ll always be sorry for that. He shouldn’t have had to deal with that alone, or without any support. I should have been looking harder, lookingathim properly.
“I’ll never stop wanting you,” he says hoarsely. “It just doesn’t always… I like it most when you hold me, and when you’re close to me.”
