No one would guess how filthy my guy is. Spencer’s dirty talk is one of the hottest things in the world, and it’s all for me.
Finally, his dick pushes in, spreading me open. We hold each other, pleasure breaking us apart like an earthquake, and when I breathe again, he sinks deeper.
“Fill me up,” I tell him. “Make me nice and wet with your cum so you can eat me later.”
His hand grips my dick. “First, I need you to orgasm so I can fuck your cum into you,” he says, stroking up my length. “Gonna need lots of it, too. You think you can do that for me?”
I throw my head back, totally coming apart in his arms and loving every minute of it. “Oh yeah.” His dick explodes against my prostate over and over, and it takes all my strength to hold it together and thrust back. “Right there.”
“Fuck you like a rock star. You’re going to feel good and loved on that stage tonight.”
I ride his dick, my full, hot balls flapping against my body.
“Tonight’s your night, and I know what makes my man feel good.”
“Taking your fat dick.”
“Just like that,” he grunts, driving me to the edge. “Show me how much you like it.”
My orgasm overtakes me. I’m bouncing on his cock and spraying fat jets of semen, the entire world obliterated. Spencer’s lips land over my mouth, and our kissing brings me back to reality.
He’s right. This is a special night, but it’s not just my night.
“Spencer,” I growl, holding him close.
Carefully, he pulls out, still hovering over me. I grunt with dissatisfaction, but his hand lands on my chest, rubbing me as he gathers my cum.
“Hell yeah.”
He pushes his hand to my hole. “No false promises here.”
I’m not at all surprised when Spencer does exactly what he promised. He works me up again, starting with a rimjob and slowly rubbing my semen and his fingers in, too. Soon, my cock is leaking and hard, and I roll on top of him, needing his dick to fill me back up.
It’s the third orgasm that almost breaks me. After coming in me, Spencer gives me the longest rimjob. It sends me into a trance, and I only break through when he massages my dick and another climax overtakes my body.
I rub my hand over his face, dazed. “Where am I?” I joke. “Is this Earth?”
Spencer laughs. He’s dripping with sweat, and his lips are raw. “Something like it.” He falls on top of me, letting me take him in my arms. “Probably not still morning, though.”
I look up. “Just past noon. An epic breakfast in bed.”
He chuckles, rumbling against me. “I’d say.”
I stroke the back of his head, holding him in silence for a while. They’re nearly finished renovating the floor beneath us, which will be Spencer’s new home gym and tennis court. He moved in not long after he won the French Open, and the main living space already has his touch, Spencer’s tidiness and eye for detail complimenting perfectly my impeccable rock style.
Who would have thought a couch could look brand new just from getting vacuumed and patched up?
As expected, there are plenty of scheduling headaches. But we make good use of our time together, whether we’re home here in Seattle, in a hotel for his game or my concert, or overlapping in New York for business and one very horny, hot afternoon.
We understand each other and make it work, and even at our busiest, we always find a way to fall asleep in bed together again soon.
Tonight, one of my busiest periods is coming to a close. I’ll finally release my solo album of brand-new material. I’m giving a show right here in Seattle to mark the occasion. Spencer has heard me preparing the songs for months, but there’s one track that’s still going to be a total surprise to my man.
I take in a deep breath, inhaling his scent and enjoying the total, post-orgasmic bliss.
I should be nervous. The stakes are so high. My new sound is unlike anything I’ve released before, and I’ve poured my heart into it. It’s honest, vulnerable, real. It’s ambitious in scope, bold in melody, unafraid to take risks.
It’s like being in love, and with Spencer in my arms, the nerves aren’t there at all. Instead, I’m just excited to share my sound with the world, to show them who I’ve become.
