“One time only,” I whisper. “We better make it good.”
The arrangement is fine for me. Perfect, in fact. I’m not planning to turn around and have sex with someone else anytime soon. It’s not worth the risk. So I’ll appreciate a good send-off.
Spencer’s hand lands lightly on my jaw, and I tilt my eyes to his. There’s fire burning in the blue and gray of his gaze. The frustrated man I’ve known now stands taller.
Here’s the athlete, fully in his body.
“Tell me what you want to do,” I say. “I want to hear you say it.”
His hand snakes down my neck, tracing my Adam’s apple. It sends a bolt of electricity to my core, and my dick throbs harder, leaking.
His touch explores me, Spencer lingering over every inch.
“Your cock,” he finally answers, his voice raspy. “I want to suck you.”
“Excellent choice.”
I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it off, surprising him. When I toss it aside, Spencer surprises me, too, and pushes me to the couch with a soft chuckle. He crawls on top and removes my shirt, throwing it aside as his eyes roam my chest. I let him enjoy the view for a minute before I hook my leg around his, and when I pull him down to me, I’m pretty sure the only reason I can match his strength is because he lets me.
“Oh yeah,” I hum. “You’re fun. I think we should get you nice and worked up and desperately horny before you suck my cock.”
“And you’re infuriating, do you know that?” he says, but he doesn’t look bothered at all.
By way of answer, I drag my lips down to his collarbone. There are still faint yellow bruises from where I gave him hickeys on our wedding night, and I start working that spot again. It causes him to throw his head back, his body splayed across the couch, and when I find my way to his hard, pink nipple, he grabs the back of my head.
“Gabriel,” he moans, writhing his hips. “Fuck.”
“You’re so good and proper,” I tease as I lick my way to his abs, savoring the taste of sweat and the feel of the hard muscles. “Love to hear you curse.”
Spencer laughs. “Fuck,” he says, enjoying the excuse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Gabriel.”
Hell yeah. I like this Spencer.
I tilt my eyes up. “Pants?” I ask, hands on his waist. Spencer only hesitates for a second before nodding.
I yank his pants down and free his dick. It’s hard and fat, curved up just a little with a round, spongy crown. Precum glistens at his tip, and his heavy balls hang in a nice, hairy bush.
“You can suck my cock,” I tell him, teasing. “When I’m done sucking yours.”
My hands on his ass, I pull his dick to my mouth. We’re ravenous, but I force myself to go slow, savoring his every quiver. I grip his base, dragging my tongue in a slow circle at his sensitive tip, and his expression wrenches, his handsome face even sexier when his features twist.
“Gabriel,” he gasps.
I pump his base slowly, letting my saliva drip down his shaft. “Where’s that filthy mouth I asked for? It makes my cock so hard when you talk dirty.”
He starts bouncing at his hips like he can’t help himself, the top of his hard dick sliding across my lips while he strokes my hair and palms my head. “Gabriel…” he gasps, trembling. “I… I… I…” He pumps his dick harder. “Suck it,” he gasps, and I palm his balls, encouraging him. “Suck my dick, Gabriel. Yeah. Just like that.”
Fuck, it’s fun to make him talk dirty. My dick throbs in response, eager for his mouth.
Hand on his base, I pull my lips back and work his wet crown with flicks of my tongue. “Tell me how you want me to suck it,” I tell him.
He laughs, writhing from the hips, his dick slick in my hand. “Gabriel. Fuck. I can barely talk.”
I give his slit a slow lick. “Tell me. And I’ll blow you. And then I’ll give you my cock, and you can lick it, and suck it, and swallow it until precum is dripping down your throat and leaking out your lips. Okay?”
Spencer swallows. “Fuck,” he gasps and grabs the back of my head again, pulling me against his crotch. “I want you to purse those pretty lips that you keep talking with and slide them up and down my big dick, okay? I want you to slather my cock with your tongue andsuck me.”
Knew he just needed some inspiration.
